Chapter 87: Sigh…. just give me four.

"Kia, hold on!....."

"Where are we going so fast?!"

Ryn called frantically behind Kiara, her eyes reddened and shimmering as she struggled to keep up with her sister’s hurried pace.

"To ’him’....Only he can get those crazy assholes to back off."

"Or do you want to see those people hurt Master Hardwood ?"

Kiara replied without turning back as she came out of the west wing at a hurried pace, her eyes too shimmering while she began to head for the large estate gate in the distance.

It was far into the night at this point, and safe for a few guards positioned here and there, there was scant movement around the estate grounds. Though proper lantern lighting hung from walls, brightening out the space enough to make visibility possible.

"Of course not, but have you forgotten ?"

"He isn’t particularly fond of Master Hardwood; who knows what he might do."

Kiara paused in her step, turned back sharply to face her sister as she asked...

"So what do we do, Ryn?. Just leave him there as he told us to ?"

"There is no one else we could freely go to as lowly maidservants than to ’him’"

Though Kiara is the outspoken one of the twins, Ryn had always been the calm one who could reason most logically in stressful situations.

"We can’t go to the mistress, and we can’t go to him; even the guards won’t dare mess with Gildhart...."

"But what about members of the hunts squad? I saw them coming in earlier today; some might still be at the base." Ryn suggested, looking to her sister.

Though they don’t dare to independently seek an audience with the mistress over a scuffle, and the guards were either in Gildhart’s pockets or scared of him.

There is a certain group of people who are known to be free of such influences, thanks to their scary leader.

And most importantly, unlike the mistress’s wing, or that person’s location, the base of the hunt squad team wasn’t so far off from the west wing, almost adjacent even. Which meant they could get help as quickly as possible to their master before it was too late.

"You’re a genius, Ryn!"

Kiara blurted, kissing her sister on the cheeks as they both ran in the direction of the hunt squad’s base.

Even though Ben had explicitly told them not to do anything, they believed he was a mortal who was in grave danger.

While the twins were busy panicking and trying to save Ben Dover, he, on the other hand, was resting in the bath water, calmly looking at the options presented before him by his system while being surrounded by Gildhart and his group, as well as the impatient Gormak who was ramping up the speed of his weapon.

"Two!"

Ben’s attention was glued on his system screen, ignoring the hubbub around him, but a small crease had appeared on his brow.

’This is simply theft!’

’Should I just beat them all up?’ Ben thought begrudgingly inside as he saw the price of what he planned to purchase.

Ben was starting to understand how the system shop functioned.

If he didn’t have an exact image or understanding of what he was trying to purchase in his mind, he was presented with multiple options, from the best to the worst of what he could currently afford.

And if he does, he gets exactly that item as an option, and it would be of the highest and best quality. At least that’s what he’s surmised thus far.

However, the pricing of this item really took him for a spin....

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[Calculating cost to generate one Military Grade CR Gas Grenade....]

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[500SP will be consumed. Proceed ?]

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’Why is it so expensive ?’ Ben lamented inside.

Seeing this name appear before him, Ben’s mind went back to memories of his first experience with tear gas.

He had been in college at the time, and was still finding his way in his approach to understanding how to most efficiently get in the pants of ladies.

Ben Dover, in a bid to appear more woke and enlightened to the then lady he was trying to bed, had followed her to a protest regarding something about women’s rights.

He wasn’t even entirely sure what the protest was about; he simply wanted to get laid.

Halfway through the protest at some government building, things quickly got heated and violent because of some overenthusiastic people, and thus, military trucks pulled in, and in a bid to bring things under control, they threw tear gas into the crowd.

It was one of the most painful experiences Ben had suffered back on Earth. Luckily, he was a few distances away from the front lines of the protest, so it wasn’t too severe; still, he would always remember that day.

’Sigh.... just give me four.’

Ben made his choice as four Tear gasses appeared in his inventory space. Seeing the elaborate name of the tear gas, Ben concluded it was because he had hoped for the best version of the tear gas he was roughly picturing.

It would grant him enough cover to slip away, and cause these people enough pain that would make them regret their decisions to mess with him.

Ben was only able to employ this method because, thanks to someone, the twins had been let out, and he, as someone at the noble knight realm capable of materializing natural power, could simply use it as a barrier around his entire form.

Meaning this tear gas can not work on those who had attained the noble knight realm and above, but for Gildhart and his group?

There was no means to block it unless they prepared something beforehand, which they most probably did not, as they had come in here all confident, thinking everything would go swimmingly.

"Three!"

"Gormak."

Seeing Ben still hadn’t come out of the bath even with his countdown, Gildhart gestured towards Gormak to skewer him out of the bath with his chain and sickle weapon.

Gormak’s grin spread wider, increasing the speed of his weapon, when suddenly, their victim began to do something strange.

This caused everyone to pause, looking in Ben’s direction curiously as he slowly brought a strange object out from underneath the water.

"What the hell is that?"