After settling down in Golden port, Benjamin quickly adapted to life there.
Though the city was noisy, it gave him a long-lost sense of freedom.
He rented a simple room. By day, he moved through the streets and alleys under the identity of "Jack"; by night, he returned to his lodgings, studying intelligence while cultivating in silence.
After dealing with Karl, the man unexpectedly did not come looking for trouble again. Perhaps he had truly been frightened by Benjamin's methods.
Benjamin did not pay much attention to it. Through Jack's memories, he knew that there were only a mere five "Legends" stationed in all of Golden port.
If nothing happened, then "Mr. Jack, the lowly adventurer," naturally would not stir up trouble for no reason. But if something truly did happen, then it would be "Benjamin, Level 1 Formal Wizard" who stepped forward.
When that time came, killing two people would not be enough to settle things.
Part of the reason Benjamin had let Karl go in the first place was to see whether he could use him as bait.
During the first few days, he had been somewhat excited. Yet Karl never took the bait, leaving him slightly disappointed.
Still, his earlier display of power had indeed worked well.
When Benjamin stepped into the Drunken Dolphin tavern for the second time, the half-orc bartender's face held less impatience and more reverence.
After Benjamin asked for a small job gathering Magic Beast materials, the bartender pointed with his thick, stubby finger toward the wooden stairs at the back of the tavern.
"Hey, Jack. A ruthless fellow like you shouldn't be taking only those third-rate jobs." The bartender lowered his voice, a trace of flattery in his tone. "The second floor is for truly 'powerful' adventurers like you. There are fatter