A Conversing Potion Mage

As a gangster, usually there was no such thing as planning.

The next day after Benjamin and the team of mages moved into their new home, Benjamin woke up from his bed, rubbed his eyes and heard a few mages that woke up early, talking about what happened in the City of Rayleigh in the corridor.

"... It seems to be quite serious."

"Fortunately, that place is far from us, so we won’t get involved."

"I think it’s going to be fun, let’s go have a look later... ..."

Benjamin yawned, sat on his bed, and forced himself to be awake and to clear away the feeling of drowsiness. After thinking twice, he stroked his messy hair, opened the door and walked out.

"What happened?" He stood at the door, and asked the few mages in the corridor.

"Mr. Benjamin, you just woke up?" Joanna waved to him and said, "Something big happened last night. A small cult in the North City was attacked, several houses were burned. Rumor say that it was caused by the gang's grievances."