Benjamin had originally wanted to stand by the window a while longer, putting on airs as he pondered the hidden twists behind the Theater Mage incident, but Jeremy burst through the door and interrupted him.
"Young Master, it's time for dinner. Master told me to call you downstairs."
He stood in the doorway as he spoke.
Benjamin turned around at that, nodded, and said, "Got it. I'll be right down."
Jeremy answered timidly, lowered his head, and left.
Benjamin could not help but smile and shake his head at the sight.
Ever since they had returned to the Riser Family this time, Jeremy had become even more timid. He barely dared look Benjamin in the eye and went around all day looking like he was burdened by guilt. He had already been like a mouse before, cowardly and spineless; now he had gone from bad to worse. Raise his voice even a little, and Jeremy would tremble in fright.
It seemed that being tricked this time had affected the servant quite a bit as well.
Still, the whole affair had begun because Jeremy had been lured into the tavern by the scarred man. It was only natural for Jeremy to think it was his fault. But what was done was done, and Benjamin could not be bothered to stay angry with him.
Besides, this trip had not left him empty-handed.
No matter what, he had lifted the curse, turned Michelle from an enemy into a friend, and unexpectedly obtained a mysterious map, hadn't he?
Speaking of the map...
Before disguising himself as a beggar, he had buried everything on him beside that abandoned wine cellar in the outer district—the map, his gun, bullets, gold coins, and so on.
He still had to find an opportunity to dig them up.
Hmm...