Today's Expenses, Charged to Lockhart!

"Ah, truly worthy of you. To be honest, that was exactly what I was thinking." Lockhart readily agreed.

Kane nodded. "Thanks." After saying that, he continued toward the next swamp pool. Before leaving, he asked Lockhart, "Please help me collect the loot. Thanks, I need it."

That was how time was wasted away. Kane transformed the swamp ahead, summoned tentacles, and killed them, while Lockhart picked up, picked up, and picked up behind him.

By evening, Lockhart was studying several chunks of Monster Meat roasting over the campfire.

Meanwhile, Kane looked at the small mountain of Tentacle Skin and the scattered few Tentacle Spikes before him. He sincerely felt that they could perhaps be made into a decent raincoat.

It was just a pity that he had no workbench right now, no gold, and could not even make the most basic Science Machine.

This was not necessarily bad news, though. After all, anything mechanically made with a workbench was never especially attractive. It always carried a faintly crude quality unique to the Eternal Realm.

What Kane made by hand was different. The Mantis Shrimp that ordinary people found cool at first glance was already more than enough to demonstrate his craftsmanship.

So, he planned to make this raincoat by hand.

Definitely by hand.

It grew later and later. When the sun finally set, Kane suddenly tossed several logs into the campfire.

Lockhart, sitting across from him, was indescribably conflicted. Should he remind Kane that it would be best to go home, wash up, and sleep at a time like this?

Rather than sit here playing a sewing game.

That was right. Kane had transformed a needle with Transfiguration, then twisted reeds into thread. Sitting on a rock, he sewed several pieces of Tentacle Skin together like a veteran tailor with