Night had fallen. In Benjamin's estate in Eloria City, the study lights still burned.
Dressed in loose robes, Benjamin tapped lightly with his fingertips. The final strand of concealed radiance sank into the wall, and the entire room's aura instantly became seamless, with not a trace leaking out.
After sensing it briefly, he withdrew his hand in satisfaction.
Ever since returning from the banquet, he had scarcely rested these past few days.
After deceiving the monitors throughout his estate, he had thrown himself into work with blazing enthusiasm. At last, he had finished constructing all the various Magic Arrays he needed.
"First... I'll test it."
After a moment's thought, Benjamin took out a metal disc. Palm-sized miniature spatial teleportation Magic Arrays on its surface glimmered faintly.
This kind of small Magic Array could only carry out short-distance point-to-point teleportation, and the nodes at both ends had to be arranged in advance.
He had long since set up the corresponding endpoint in the underground laboratory of his Golden port estate.
He stepped into the Magic Array.
Space twisted, and in the next instant, he was standing in the underground chamber of that dilapidated Golden port estate.
The air was thick with the scent of blood.
In several specially made refined-steel cages beside the chamber, the three Orc generals he had captured earlier lay sprawled, barely clinging to life.
Their heads hung low, their bodies covered in slashes and scorch marks.
Benjamin had been gone for over half a month. These fellows had not been in normal condition to begin with, and after enduring another half month without so much as a drop of water, their life force was now as weak as a guttering candle in the wind.
"Very good. It seems the spatial teleportation is functioning smoothly." Benjamin could not