Benjamin's identity as a mage was one of his lifelines. It absolutely could not be exposed. The fact that Scarface had guessed so easily that Benjamin was a mage made him feel somewhat uneasy.
Had he inadvertently revealed some flaw?
He felt he should ask about it, so he could guard against it in the future. Otherwise, if he carelessly revealed the same flaw in front of the bishop, wouldn't he be finished on the spot?
Thus, he asked the question.
Yet what Scarface forced out through his chattering teeth was this answer:
"I... I didn't realize you were a m-mage. I... I just thought you were a little suspicious, so I casually... casually said something to... to test you. I didn't expect... didn't expect you really, really were a mage."
"..."
Fuck, he had overthought it again.
Benjamin was somewhat disappointed by that answer. But from another angle, didn't that also prove he had no flaws?
He felt a little more at ease.
Having settled that question, he asked the next one. "Your subordinate—the new bamboo pole. Tell me everything you know about him."
Scarface trembled for a long while before saying, "I... I don't know where he came from either. Those men... those men were just a bunch my friend... helped me gather together. How could I have the time... to dig into every single person's background..."
Benjamin was even more disappointed.
He had not expected this notorious bandit to be someone who knew nothing when asked three questions.
Forget it. He probably could not get anything useful out of this man.
Since that was the case, there was no point staying here. He might as well silence Scarface first, then leave this place as quickly as possible. If he felt like it, he could search the area