Chapter 141: Garden
After discussing the application for ownership of Golden port with David, Benjamin submitted it.
As expected, thanks to his outstanding contribution during this planar trial and the fact that the area was now in ruins, the application was approved quickly.
Without wasting a moment, Benjamin used the spatial teleportation device within the camp and reappeared in the basement of the manor he had once painstakingly remodeled.
Inside the secret chamber, the several barely breathing Orc commanders were still trapped in their cages, their faint breaths especially clear in the silent space.
Benjamin cast them a satisfied glance, knowing his research materials had been preserved intact.
He hurried through the hidden passage and emerged onto the manor grounds.
Although the city outside had become a field of ruins, the manor remained exactly as it had been when he left—its courtyard tidy, its buildings untouched by war, the air filled with the fresh fragrance of soil and the faint scent of plants.
It had been maintained so well entirely because Benjamin had assigned tasks to the two silver-white puppets before leaving.
With the output of these general-purpose puppets, maintaining a manor was more than easy enough.
Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Benjamin gave the manor's condition a rough inspection.
However, when he stepped beyond the manor's illusion range and saw the wreckage outside with his own eyes, he could not help frowning.
As far as the eye could see, the once-prosperous Golden port had been reduced to a shocking expanse of ruins.
Charred timber, collapsed stone walls, broken beams and pillars, and scorched earth burned clean by the fires of war all silently spoke of war's brutality.
The air was thick with dust and decay, and now and then he could still see remains that had not