A group of people crowded around Benjamin, chattering away at him.
Faced with this group of wizards—Level 3 at the lowest and even Level 5 at the highest—Benjamin did not dare say much. He could only stand there blankly as they stuffed slips of paper bearing communication serial numbers into his hands.
It was not until Viola, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, exhausted herself driving everyone away that Benjamin finally came back to his senses. He looked blankly at the handful of notes in his hand.
Viola, who had just faced those wizards with fierce momentum, turned around and immediately softened her tone. "That scared you, didn't it? Sorry, that was my fault. If I hadn't made such a big fuss, those guys wouldn't have acted like that."
Benjamin shook his head blankly. "I wouldn't say I was scared, but what was going on with those people?"
At first, Benjamin had thought they had come looking for trouble. But from what they said, they seemed interested in his All-Purpose Eye model?
Viola saw through his thoughts. "That's right, it has to do with your All-Purpose Eye. This spell is quite rare. After all, it's a purely supportive spell, and its construction requirements are so demanding that almost no one can build it independently."
"But among research-oriented spells, it is also one of the very best support spells, so it is highly sought after. Yet because of the All-Purpose Eye's special nature, it is difficult for many people to encounter one suited to their own research. That's why this sort of thing happened."
Viola curled her lip. "Still, you don't need to worry too much. Those guys may look strange and eccentric, but they aren't bad people."
"I thought their clothing made them look like they belonged to the