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 "hunting" finally returned with their "prey".

The team of pirates led by Kite Man was very tired, not only from the pressure of intense battles, but also from the natural exhaustion after the effects of the strengthening potions wore off.

As soon as the group led by First Mate Gibbs returned to the temporary camp, they fell asleep immediately, and within a few minutes, the sound of snoring filled the air.

The team of pirates led by Jack had more mental numbness and pressure.

They were all wearing various armors, not only mentally injured, but also exhausted from the "excitement" brought by close combat with dangerous ghouls and centaurs.

Of course, with Mason's excellent weapons, enhanced potions, and superior armor, the final result was very good.

After annihilating three centaur tribes in a row and wiping out a group of midnight wandering zombie werewolf "bandits," only a few fools were injured.

Although no one died, everyone complained about this operation.

But Mason didn't have time to listen to the complaints of a group of pirates.

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A person like him is always busy to death.

He had just completed the preliminary processing of the Green Demon Potion, and while waiting for some of the medicinal ingredients to be separated and filtered by the centrifuge, he started reading the "mission reports" brought back by Kite Man and Jack.

"The effects of Reinforcement Agents No. 1 and No. 4 are very good. They can be further researched. Can Reinforcement Agents No. 2 and No. 3 really cause acute diarrhea and malignant skin diseases?

Then these two formulas can be abandoned."

Mason looked satisfied with the practical effects of the four potions, and then picked up Jack's report and selected three excellent magic ore smelting formulas.

Then he looked at the two team members in front of him and pondered for a moment before saying to them:

"Select ten outstanding individuals to bring back to Gotham. Jack, lead them to familiarize themselves with the environment as soon as possible, and Charles, arrange new identities and residences for them.

Try to choose the Glacier Avenue area.

Crime Alley is also fine. The houses there are cheap and the environment is suitable for them to live in."

"Okay, boss."

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

After all, he had promised his crew to take them away before. Being a pirate can be despicable and shameless to outsiders, but it must be fair and keep promises to one's own people, otherwise the captain's reputation will be quickly ruined.

"Aren't you coming back with us?"

Seeing that Mason still had no intention of leaving, Jack, who picked up a small jug of wine and moistened his throat, asked.

Mason shook his head and said:

"I have some personal affairs to attend to. You guys go back first. I will catch up in the early morning. It's best to leave someone here to take care of your crew, Jack.

Don't let them run around. This is to protect them.

There are not only centaurs and werewolves in this forest.

If we attract the giant monsters and giants from deep in the forest, or provoke the group of eight-eyed spiders that have already turned into zombies, we will all die here."

"I understand."

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 glanced at the running time of the centrifuge, then walked out of the magic apartment and came to the large open space behind the house.

The bodies of the centaurs and werewolves brought back by the pirates were piled up here. These were the selected intact spoils of war.

Mason made a selection and then rolled up his sleeves and took out Hagrid's hunting knife.

He planned to practice skinning and collecting skills while he had the chance. It was not good to lack enough materials for the subsequent tailoring and sewing branch skills.

The Caribbean world contributed a large amount of various magical and voodoo silk threads, but magical leather was very rare. Fortunately, the Forbidden Forest here produced this kind of material, which complemented each other.

"Poof"

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

This giant hunting knife, which was originally used by Hagrid for skinning, could speed up the collection process, allowing Mason to quickly peel off a piece of decent leather.

"Successfully completed a Quick·Excellent Craftsmanship·Special Skinning of Exotic Creatures, Proficiency of Collection Skill Branch increased by X20."

The familiar prompt appeared in front of him, and Mason moved his hands wearing butcher gloves and apron, and walked towards the next "victim."

Most of these zombified creatures had rotting and dehydrated skin, which resulted in the quality of the leather being generally between standard and mediocre, with very few being of excellent quality.

But Mason was not disappointed.

After all, it was just practice, and he wouldn't be wearing the finished products himself. It's okay to be a little ugly, it's not a big problem.

After tanning the leather with some alchemical potions, Mason instructed the pirates to hang them up for drying. Then he returned to the apartment and started the second round of processing the ingredients for the Green Demon Potion.

Finally, two hours before dawn, Mason sighed and sat in front of the sewing machine that had disappointed him many times before.Now the backbone of the servant army is being built. As a responsible captain and leader, Mason decided to create some simple magic bags for his servant army.

The internal space doesn't need to be too big, but it should be able to hold the weapons and ammunition needed for action.

Coincidentally, there is a design for these magic bags in the magical knowledge of Hogwarts, which can be made with some simple alchemical enchantments without the need for traceless expansion spells.

"Dot dot dot."

The sound of a young man stepping on a sewing machine echoed crisply from the basement of the magic apartment, carrying a hint of sadness with the sound of iron bars.

Low-level magical silk thread was wrapped around and nailed into the enchanted and cut soft leather, and in just a few minutes, the prototype of a small bag could be sewn.

Then, using inscription techniques and special materials, the final processing was done, and a magic bag with an internal space of 5X5X5 was completed.

This thing can hold very few items.

And it can be easily damaged in a violent collision, making it a "low-quality reduced version" among magic bags.

Any spellcaster and magic tailor with some pursuit would be ashamed of it.

But Mason has never cared about these things.

He only cares about the improvement in his tailoring skills that each inferior bag can bring. When he made the thirtieth inferior bag, something he hoped for finally appeared before his eyes...

The tailoring branch skill is currently at Level 1.

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

Unlock character trait [Frugal Tailor: Proficiency doubles when using materials below excellent quality for tailoring work.]

"It's done."

Mason stopped the action of stepping on the sewing machine as soon as he saw that his tailoring skills had officially started. He stretched his hands and looked at the darkest sky outside the window, knowing that it would be a few more minutes before dawn.

It should be enough time for him to complete what comes next.

The young man drank a cup of refreshing potion to boost his spirits, and then took out the tattered remains of the school hat that still had Miss McGee's hair stuck to it from his bag.

He washed the worn-out thing first, and then selected the gray magical silk thread that was closest in material and color to its original state from his bag, as well as a long sewing needle made from alchemical transformation.

Don't underestimate this golden sewing needle!

In order to complete the stitching of the school hat, Mason even enchanted it with a [Sharp] effect. This thing can already be considered a magical weapon.

Give it to a certain invincible lady from the East, and she can use this thing to pierce through an entire city.

"Threading the needle..."

Mason muttered.

He clumsily twisted his index finger and threaded the gray magical silk thread through the needle hole, and then picked up the torn and unrecognizable school hat to start stitching.

He didn't plan to sew this thing up so quickly originally.

It was only when he was chatting with Zha Kang earlier that he was reminded that this hat had established some mysterious connection with him, which made Mason pay attention to it.

He still remembers the "Magic Rap" that was triggered when he put this worn-out hat on his head after finding it in the ruins.

The crazy thoughts in the school hat obviously knew some insider information about the destruction of the world.

In the information label, it is clearly stated that to perfectly repair the school hat, a tailoring level of 7 is required, which Mason cannot achieve at all now. But if he just "sews it up," it is not too difficult.

Mason, who has the [Dexterous] trait, familiarized himself with the technique of threading the needle in just a few minutes.

In the bright light of the basement, Mason twisted his index finger and quickly stitched the torn cloth together according to his understanding and memory of the school hat.

On the fifth time he pricked his finger, he realized that he urgently needed a thimble.

This wizard hat, which has existed for hundreds of years, was already tattered, and under Mason's "free play," its appearance became even worse when the last piece of cloth was stitched together.

It was gray and covered in patches.

Although the color of the magical silk thread was similar, it could never simulate the weathered feeling of the school hat, and Mason's sewing skills were not really superb.

The stitches were rough and astonishing.

It was simply a shoddy creation that Mason picked up from the garbage dump, abandoned by a wandering wizard.

To be honest, with the current unflattering appearance of this hat, even a stray dog in a hurry would probably not take a second look if it was thrown on the roadside.

"But it's still okay."

Mason bit off the thread in a retro manner, and carefully examined his "work" in front of him, then reluctantly gave it a "not bad" evaluation...

"Successfully completed a low-quality craftsmanship epic item stitching, tailoring branch proficiency does not increase."

The prompt for proficiency increase appeared before Mason's eyes, making him sigh.

But regardless of how it turned out, the shabby school hat was still sewn up. Mason looked at the gray wizard's pointed hat in front of him, holding it in his hands, waiting for it to speak.

But no matter how long he waited, the other party remained silent.A few minutes later, Mason gritted his teeth and put the hat on his head. As expected, the moment it touched Mason's head, the sorting hat began to move in a strange way.

It wriggled on Mason's hair like a living creature that had just been awakened, seemingly adjusting its size and shape to perfectly fit Mason's head.

The process was extremely uncomfortable, like sticking one's head into the mouth of a crocodile.

A full minute later, the young man felt the hat tightly stuck on his forehead. He tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't budge.

"Ah, the day of the mending of the broken hat, the time when the dark secrets are revealed! Hogwarts, I'm back! The only witness is back!"

The sharp and crazed voice that had appeared once before rang out again.

It was like a half-mad old man howling. The strangest thing was that this voice appeared directly in Mason's mind. It was the 'activated thought' of the sorting hat having a direct conversation with Mason's spirit.

It was as if it had just been awakened from a long sleep, weak and somewhat grumpy. It said:

"Let me see which kind gentleman has sewn me up... Ah!"

Before the sorting hat could finish its sentence, it let out a scream that made Mason's head hurt. It was as if it had been scared by seeing an indescribable object in front of it when it woke up.

Then it fell silent, seemingly contemplating the current situation.

A few seconds later, it let out another chilling and frustrated scream, this time with a strong hint of anger.

"You! You little tailor with pig's hooves! Quickly take me apart! Look at what you've sewn my body into!

So vulgar, so inferior, I'd rather continue in my half-dead state.

If the wizards see this, they will laugh me to death. Even the muggles will laugh at my downfall and misery. Ah, the nightmare of destruction hasn't ended, it has awakened my nightmare again through your terrible skills.

You!

You are the jailer sent by those world destroyers to torture me, aren't you?

What a heartless punishment!"

"Shut up! You're too noisy."

Mason grabbed the sorting hat, which was shaking on his head and screaming loudly, trying to pull it off.

He scolded while pulling hard, but the young man overlooked that his current strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. After a few tugs, the newly sewn old hat began to come apart.

This scared the mad sorting hat.

It immediately shouted:

"Stop! Stop! Don't tear anymore, it's going to break! My body, full of holes and hardships, is going to break! Ah, I'm going to split! No, little tailor, stop...

I won't complain about your terrible skills anymore.

Let's talk."

"Isn't that better? You don't have to howl."

Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't worry, I know I'm not a good tailor now, but I'll keep practicing.

When I become a master tailor, I promise to fix you up beautifully, to become the most gorgeous hat in this world, no, in all worlds, okay?

You can supervise this process.

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

"Heh, look at this young man, playing tricks in front of this poor old man."

The sorting hat's pointed corner bent a little, and it said sarcastically:

"If you knew who my last master was, you wouldn't say such ridiculous and cunning words. Of course, I owe you for finding me from the ruins and sewing me up.

I will teach you.

Provided that you can really learn.

But before that, there is something more important that I need to tell you."

The activated sorting hat paused.

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

"Hmm, a warm and kind heart paired with a wise and calm mind, you may indeed be the person sent by fate to this place, but you came a bit late.

Those destroyers have already completed their task, my world and my friends are all dead.

Now there is only the path of revenge.

Do you remember what I told you before I fell asleep, Mason?

About the contract of revenge...

You have signed a contract with me, you have to help me complete the last revenge of the last witness of this world.

Not just against those enemies!

But also those traitors."

"Huh?"

Mason raised an eyebrow and said:

"Traitors? You mean, before the world destroyers entered here, there were already their lackeys among the wizards and muggles?"

"Yes, they betrayed everyone for their own survival!"

The sorting hat said ominously:

"Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, the Institute of Divine Magic... Three magic schools that should have stood with us, but they joined the side of destruction early.

They joined you before the end of the world came. I've seen tattoos like yours on their arms.

Find them, Mason.

Kill them!"The world has already been destroyed, no matter how they torment us, they cannot bring back the beautiful old days. But as the burden of betrayal, they should sink into hell with us, and suffer eternal curse there! This is what they deserve! And it's what we deserve too!"

"I can't do it."

Mason decisively refused:

"I can barely protect myself now."

"Hoho, of course you can't, but young man, I will help you."

The pointed hat, like an old man, chuckled and said:

"I will also give you a gift... Come, extend your hand and put it into my belly, hold onto it, hold onto the shattered sword of revenge. When the day comes for it to drink blood, I will give you even more."

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

Witch Hunter Mason Cooper.

Handsome dog, Frank.