Chapter 86: What Wasn’t Lost Has Been Founded
Benton was so excited he could barely stand it. His goal was so, so close. He just had to wait for the official letter deeding the land, and he could found the sect and complete the quest.
The mayor was diligently working on the letter. That task shouldn’t take more than an hour tops.
Meanwhile, Benton was on his way to deliver food to the people who’d been designated to prepare it.
He arrived at the house the mayor directed him to and discovered it was owned by the same lady who had traded him vegetables for boar meat all those months ago.
“Good to see you again,” he said.
The woman cupped her hands and bowed low. “This lowly one is pleased to see the Esteemed Master Cultivator as well.”
“Great. I was told that you’re the one who will be setting up the feast for this evening?”
“This lowly one is coordinating the efforts of many, Esteemed Master Cultivator.”
“Perfect. You let me know what you need, then. I have everything we provided the village as far as rice and flour and all that stuff goes. I also have a few luxuries such a certain fruits and sugar and honey. Additionally, my disciples had a chance to hunt purely mundane animals near the city, so I can give you whatever game meat you want—more boars or rabbits or maybe deer? I’ve even got a bear if that would be better.”
The woman was a bit overwhelmed at first but quickly regained her composure. The two discussed options, and Benton unloaded three tables full of ingredients for her to use before leaving.
Next, he needed to find his disciples and hadn’t thought to inquire as to where they were housed. It turned out that he needed no such directions. His spiritual sense was up to the task. There were six individual cultivators scattered about the village that he assumed were the harvesters, a big grouping in the direction of the orphanage, and one more large grouping.
Bingo.