The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 119 2. Unlucky, I would have died in the ruins! -【110】

The Forbidden Forest is always quiet at night, but tonight is an exception.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the pirates who went out to "hunt" finally came back with their "prey".

Kite Man's group of pirates were very sleepy, not only from the stress caused by the fierce battle but also from the natural fatigue caused by the strengthening effect of taking the potion.

As soon as the group of people, headed by First Mate Gibbs, returned to the temporary camp, they fell asleep and within a few minutes the ground was full of snores.

The group of pirates led by Jack suffered more from mental numbness and pressure.

They were all wearing various kinds of armor. Not only were their hearts hurt, but the "thrill" of close combat with dangerous ghoul centaurs made these guys who were used to fighting smooth battles very tired.

Of course, with the help of Mason's good weapons, strengthening potions and excellent armor, the final result is very good.

After wiping out three centaur tribes and killing a group of zombie werewolf "robbers" wandering around in the middle of the night, only a few idiots were injured.

Although no one died, everyone complained about the action.

But Lord Mason has no time to listen to the complaints of a group of pirates.

A big shot like him is always extremely busy.

The meeting had just completed the preliminary processing of the Green Goblin potion. While waiting for some of the drug ingredients to be layered and filtered by the centrifuge, I read the "action report" brought back by Kite and Jack.

"The effects of the No. 1 and No. 4 boosters are very good. We can further study them. Can No. 2 and No. 3 actually cause acute dysentery and malignant skin diseases?

Then these two formulas can be discarded.”

Mason looked at the actual effects of the four drugs with satisfaction, then picked up Jack's report and screened out three excellent smelting formulas for magic ores.

Then he looked at the two team members in front of him, thought for a moment and said to them:

"Ten outstanding people were selected and brought back to Gotham. Jack led them to familiarize themselves with the environment as quickly as possible. Charles arranged new identities and residences for them.

Try to stay near Glacier Avenue.

Crime Alley is also okay, the houses there are very cheap and the environment is mixed, which is very suitable for them to live."

"Okay, boss."

Kite Man nodded, and Captain Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he had promised his crew before that he would take them away. The pirate industry can be despicable and shameless to outsiders, but he must be fair and just to his own people and do what he says, otherwise the captain's prestige will be quickly disgraced.

"Won't you go back with us?"

When he saw that Mason was not about to leave, Jack picked up the small wine bottle and moistened his mouth and asked.

Mason shook his head and said:

"I still have some personal matters to do. You go back first. I will rush back in the early morning. You'd better leave someone here to take care of your crew, Jack.

Don't let them run around, this is to protect them.

There are more than just centaurs and werewolves in this forest.

If we attract the trolls and giants from deep in the forest, or provoke the group of acromantic spiders that have turned into zombies, we will all die here."

"I know."

Jack waved his hand and said:

"Gibbs will stay here. As long as there is enough good wine, my first mate is the most reliable."

After his team members left, Mason stood up and took a look at the running time of the centrifuge, then walked out of the magic apartment and onto the large flat land behind the house.

The corpses of centaurs and werewolves dragged back by the pirates are piled here. These are all relatively complete trophies that have been selected.

Mason picked around, then rolled up his sleeves and took out Hagrid's hunting knife.

He planned to take the opportunity to practice peeling and gathering skills, and then he would develop his tailoring branch skills, but he didn't have enough raw materials.

The Caribbean world has contributed a lot of various magic and voodoo threads, but magic leather is very rare, but the Forbidden Forest is rich in such things, which just complements it.

"puff"

The sharp hunting knife pierced the abdomen of the large zombie centaur chief in front of him and cut it open along the central axis.

This giant hunting knife, which was already used by Hagrid for skinning, could speed up the collection and allowed Mason to quickly peel off a fairly good piece of leather.

"Successfully completed a quick, excellent craftsmanship, and special alien creature skinning, and the proficiency in the collection branch was increased by X20."

A familiar reminder jumped into his eyes. Mason moved his hands wearing butcher's gloves and apron, and then walked towards the next "victim".

Most of the skins of these zombie-like creatures have become ulcerated and dehydrated, resulting in the quality of leather generally ranging between standard and mediocre, with very few of excellent quality.

But Mason wasn't disappointed either.

Anyway, it’s all about practicing, and he won’t be the one to wear the finished product anyway, so just be a little bit uglier and it won’t be a big problem.

After tanning the leather with some alchemical mixture and instructing the pirates to hang it up to dry, Mason returned to the apartment to perform a second step on the raw materials for the Green Goblin potion.

Finally, with two hours left before dawn, Mason sighed and sat in front of the sewing machine that had disappointed him so many times before.

Now that the backbone of the servant army is being built, as a responsible captain and leader, Mason decided to get some simple magic bags for his servant army.

The internal space does not need to be too large, but it must also be able to accommodate weapons and ammunition required for action.

It just so happens that Hogwarts' magic knowledge contains the drawings for making this kind of magic packet that does not require the Traceless Extension Charm and can be made with just some simple alchemical enchantments.

"Duh duh duh"

The sound of the young man stepping on the sewing machine came from the basement of the magic apartment, and the clear echo was somewhat filled with the sadness of tears behind bars.

Low-level magical threads are wound and nailed into soft leather that has been enchanted and cut. It only takes a few minutes to sew the prototype of a small bag.

Then the inscription technique is used to give it the final treatment with special materials, and a magic packet with an internal space of 5X5X5 is completed.

There are very few items that can be loaded into this thing.

Moreover, severe collision may cause it to be damaged, which is a "low-quality beggar's version" product in the category of magic luggage.

Any ambitious spellcaster or magic tailor would be ashamed of this.

But Mason never cared about that.

He only focused on the improvement of his tailoring skills that each low-quality small bag could bring to him. When he made the thirtieth low-quality small bag, Mason finally saw what he hoped for.

Tailoring branch skill is currently Lv1.

Unlock the manufacturing talent [Manual Repair], unlock the first aid talent [Quick Stitch]

Unlock the character trait [Saving Tailor: Double the proficiency when using materials lower than excellent quality for tailoring work.]

"It's done."

Mason immediately stopped stepping on the sewing machine after seeing the official introduction to tailoring skills. He moved his hands and glanced outside the window. It was the darkest time and there were still dozens of minutes until dawn.

It should be enough for him to finish the next thing.

The young man drank a glass of refreshing drink to make himself more energetic, and then took out the tattered remains of the branch school hat that was still stained with Miss McGonagall's hair from his luggage.

He took the dilapidated thing and washed it first, and then selected from his luggage the gray magic thread that was closest to the original material and color according to its original material, as well as a long length made of alchemical transformation.

sewing needle.

Don’t underestimate this golden sewing needle!

In order to complete the sewing of the branch hat, Mason even enchanted it with a [sharpness] effect. This thing is already considered a magic weapon.

Give it to a certain undefeated lady from the East, and she can kill an entire city with this thing.

"Threading the needle."

Mason complained.

He began to twist his orchid fingers and thread the gray magic silk thread through the needle hole with a little clumsiness, then picked up the torn and shapeless branch school cap and began to sew it up.

He hadn't planned to sew it up so quickly.

When he was chatting with Zha Kang before, he was reminded by the other party that this hat had established some mysterious connection with him, which made Mason take notice of it.

He still remembers the "magic rap" that started when he found this broken hat from the ruins and put it on his head.

The crazy mind in the branch hat obviously knows some inside stories about the destruction of the world.

The information label clearly states that to perfectly repair the branch hat, you need Tailoring Level 7. Mason can't do it now, but it's not too difficult if you just "sew it up".

It only took Mason, who possesses the trait of "dexterity", to become familiar with the art of threading needles and threads in just a few minutes.

Under the bright light of the basement, Mason twisted his orchid fingers and quickly sewed the shabby pieces of cloth together according to his understanding and memory of the branch cap.

After pricking his finger for the fifth time, he realized that he desperately needed a thimble.

This wizard's hat, which had existed for more than hundreds of years, was already in tatters. Under Mason's "free rein", it looked even worse when the last piece of rag was sewn up.

It's dusty and full of patches.

Although the color of the magic thread is similar, it can't simulate the weathered feel of the branch hat, and Mason's sewing skills are really not superb.

The stitches are surprisingly rough.

It's almost like some inferior creation that Mason picked up from the trash and was abandoned by a wandering wizard.

To be honest, with the hat's current unflattering appearance, even the stray dog ​​that was passing by and had to urinate probably wouldn't even take a glance at it if it was left on the roadside.

"But it's okay."

Mason bit off the silk thread in a very retro style, put his "work" in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and then said "it's okay" against his will.

"Successfully completed a poor craftsmanship and epic item stitching, and the tailoring branch proficiency has not been improved."

The prompt to improve proficiency jumped in front of him, making Mason sigh.

However, no matter how tattered the branch branch hat was, it was still sewn up. Mason looked at the gray wizard's pointed hat in front of him, holding it in his hands and waiting for it to speak.

But if you wait left and right, you won't see the beginning of the other party.

A few minutes later, Mason gritted his teeth and put the thing on his head. Sure enough, the moment it came into contact with Mason's head, the branch hat started to move strangely.

It was "squirming" in Mason's hair like some awakened living creature, seeming to be adjusting its size and shape to fit perfectly into Mason's head.

This process is very uncomfortable, like sticking your head into the mouth of a crocodile.

After a full minute, the young man felt that the hat was stuck tightly on his forehead. He tried to pull it, but it couldn't be pulled at all.

"Whoops, whoops, the day when the Shattered Cap is re-stitched, when the dark secret is revealed! Hogwarts, I'm back! The only witness is back!"

The sharp and crazy voice that had appeared before sounded again.

It was like a half-crazy old man howling. The most bizarre thing was that the sound appeared directly in Mason's mind. It was the "activated thinking" given by the branch hat that was directly talking to Mason's spirit.

It was as if it had been awakened after sleeping for a long time, with a hint of wake-up energy in its weakness. It said:

"First let me see which kind gentleman sewed me up. Ah!"

Before Branch Hat finished speaking, he let out a scream that made Mason's head hurt. He was as frightened as when he woke up from sleep and saw an indescribable thing in front of his eyes.

Then it fell silent, seeming to be thinking about the current situation.

A few seconds later he let out another piercing and furious scream, this time with more or less intense anger.

"You! You little tailor with pig's hooves! Dismantle me now! Look what you have sewn my body into!"

It's so vulgar and so low, it's better for me to continue to maintain that half-dead state.

If wizards see this, they will be laughed at to death. Even Muggles will laugh at my downfall and misery. Ah, the nightmare of world destruction is not over yet. It has awakened my lord again through your terrifying skills.

nightmare.

you!

You are the jailer sent by the Destroyers of Worlds to torture me on purpose, right?

What a crazy punishment!”

"Shut up! You're too noisy."

Mason grabbed the branch cap that kept shaking on his head, screaming and complaining loudly, and tried to pull it off.

He scolded and exerted force, but the young man ignored that his current strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. After several pulls, the threads of the old hat that had just been sewn began to break again.

This scared the crazy branch hat.

It immediately shouted:

"Stop! Stop! Stop tearing, it's going to pieces! My riddled and tortured body is going to pieces! Oh, I'm going to burst! No, little tailor, stop.

I won't complain about your poor skills anymore.

Let’s talk.”

"Isn't this enough? I have to cry like a ghost."

Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't worry, I know I'm not a good tailor now, but I will continue to practice my craft.

When I become a master tailor, I promise to repair you beautifully and make you the most gorgeous hat in the world, no, the most gorgeous hat in the world, okay?

You can oversee this process.

You can even teach me how to sew you better, I promise, I will be a good student."

"Oh, look at this young man, playing tricks on me, a poor old man."

The sharp corner of the branch hat bent and he said sarcastically:

"If you knew who my last master was, you wouldn't have said such ridiculous and petty words. Of course, I also have to accept your favor of retrieving me from the ruins and sewing me up.

I will teach you.

The premise is that you can really learn it.

But before that, I have something more important to tell you."

The activated branch cap stopped.

It seemed to be examining Mason's inner being in its own way. After more than ten seconds of silence, it sighed and said:

"Well, with a warm and kind heart and a wise and calm mind, you may really be the person sent here by fate. It's a pity that you came a little late.

The destroyers have completed their mission, my world and my friends are dead.

Now the only way to go is revenge.

Remember what I said to you before I fell asleep? Mason.

A contract about revenge.

You have signed a contract with me, and you will help me complete the final revenge of the last witness in this world.

Not just to those enemies!

And those traitors."

"Um?"

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"Traitor? You mean, before the Destroyer of Worlds entered here, there were already their henchmen among wizards and Muggles?"

"Yes, they betrayed everyone in order to survive!"

The branch hat said in a sinister tone:

"Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, and the Shinto Magic Institute, the three magic schools that should have stood with us, have already joined the side of destruction.

They joined you before the end, and I've seen tattoos like yours on their arms.

Find them, Mason.

Kill them!

This world has been ruined, and no matter how much you torture them, they cannot bring back the good old days, but as the bearers of the sin of betrayal, they should sink into hell with us, the dead.

And suffer eternal damnation there!

They deserve it!

We deserve it too!”

"I can not do it."

Mason decisively refused:

"Now I feel a little bit unable to protect myself."

"Oh hoo hoo, of course you can't do it, young man, but I will help you."

The pointed hat looked like an old man, he laughed and said:

"I will also give you a gift. Come, put your hand into my belly, hold it, hold the broken sword of revenge, and I will give you more when it drinks blood.

It's getting late, let's start hunting.

Wizard Hunter Mason Cooper.”

(End of chapter)