Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 144 Follow-up
When the wizard Bosco entered, everything settled down.

Pipit was already in this alternate dimension and was able to communicate with the wizard Bosco, so Bosco must be familiar with the structure of this space.

The fact that 'Skinny Monkey' could keep Bosco out for a short time already shows how skilled he is.

At this moment, Bosco's expression was exceptionally peaceful: "Pippite, you take Yaro out first, I'll keep this friend company for a while."

"Yes, Lord Bosco, I hope you have a good time," Pipett said respectfully.

As energy surged and space shifted, the scenery before Yarrow's eyes rapidly changed.

The sky was still dark, so it seemed that not much time had passed.

The lake in the middle of the volcano has returned to calm, and is now slowly emitting steam, dispelling the midnight mountain wind. The faint smell of sulfur is actually quite soothing.

The mountain is still the same mountain.

The person is still there... but no clothes!

"Where am I supposed to find clothes now?!"

Just as Yaro was getting impatient, he suddenly saw Oliver collapse.

what is this?
This is fate!
How can you sleep in clothes at night?
Don't you know that this will hinder blood circulation and impede the body's repair process?
Putting everything else aside, you still have to take off your outer clothes.

cough cough.

Although Yaro disliked Olive, the pretty boy, and even harbored some resentment towards him because of what had happened before, he would not strip Olive completely naked.

Removing too much clothing is taking advantage of someone in distress, but removing an outer garment is considered emergency avoidance, isn't it?
Yaro thought about it with great interest, but his hands moved with exceptional speed, deftly taking off Olive's apprentice robe and putting it on himself.

Since he had taken something from someone else, Yaro naturally couldn't leave without making a gesture.

Perfect timing! We've already cut down a lot of timber for firewood. We can bring over a few long pieces of wood to build a simple wooden bed for Olive, separating his body from the ground.

Sleeping close to the ground at night can cause rapid loss of body heat, potentially leading to hypothermia.

When the face is exposed to wind and cold, the blood vessels that nourish the facial nerve will constrict and spasm. This can lead to ischemic edema of the facial nerve, resulting in numbness, inflammation, or even necrosis, thus causing facial paralysis symptoms.

Moreover, the humidity here is very high, and sleeping here carries the risk of rheumatism, arthritis, and even stroke.

Look how harmful it is for him to sleep on the ground; making him a wooden bed would be such a great help.

In this situation, it's not unreasonable for them to only wear an apprentice's robe, is it?
Whether others thought it was excessive or not, Yaro didn't know, but he felt that the value comparison between the two was about the same.

"If he were a native resident, wouldn't we loot all his belongings? And then, fearing retaliation, might we bury him?"

Thinking about it this way, don't you feel like a saint?

Therefore, everything is subject to comparison.

……

Putting away the 'magic spell' and stopping the pendant's operation, Yaro, wearing his apprentice robes, began to tidy up the equipment.

The first target is the 'D'-shaped reflector opposite the crater.

When Yaro reached his destination, he discovered that the 'D'-shaped reflector was missing!
To prevent the mirrors from being blown over by the mountain winds, Yaro had piled up stones behind each one to hold them in place. Now, those stones are still standing firmly in their original positions, but there isn't a single speck of dust left on the mirrors.

"So, what I saw before wasn't an illusion?"

The problem is, Aro couldn't find anything related to the mirror on himself either!

"The main material of the mirror is silicon dioxide, and the reflector takes up a considerable amount of space. So how does it integrate into my body?"

To ensure it can receive light, the reflector is over three meters wide, with a narrow inner surface of about two meters, and an overall height of two meters.

Putting aside other issues, with such a large mirror integrated into my body, why didn't my weight change?
This was beyond Aro's comprehension, so all he could say was, "Truly a wizard."

Now that I've said that, things still need to be done, such as... collecting the eight mirrors!

Judging from what we've seen so far, the octagonal mirror has failed. But who knows if the material of the octagonal mirror will change after what happened?
Well, just to be on the safe side, let's collect everything else. Maybe they'll come in handy.

Just as Yaro was working with great enthusiasm, Bosco appeared on the mountaintop.

At this moment, Bosco was dressed neatly, and no one could imagine what he had done before.

But as Bosco approached Yaro, Yaro smelled a very familiar scent.

"It looks... very broken."

Yaro seemed to understand something, but didn't pay it any mind.

Respecting life without fearing killing is like a battle-hardened warrior who can still live a peaceful and calm life. This is Aro's mindset at this moment.

The key to maintaining this mindset lies in maintaining one's own internal 'damper'.

A damper is a device that counteracts resonance, and an individual's inner "damper" is a metaphor for how one combats negative emotions and quickly overcomes them.

In the parlance of fantasy and martial arts, it means reducing one

Yaro felt no remorse whatsoever for Bosco killing 'Skinny Monkey'; in fact, he almost couldn't help but clap and praise him.

Bosco remained calm. He had experienced far more combat career than Barrow had ever imagined, so naturally he wouldn't be affected by such a small matter.

But even the experienced Bosco, seeing what Yaro was doing, couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Yaro, what are you doing?"

By this time, Yaro had finished collecting the equipment and was packing it into a wooden box.

But the key issue is that Yaro even dug up the entire area of ​​the ground where he had previously written.

Yaro paused, then looked up and asked, "Teacher, aren't these things imbued with some kind of mystical effect?"

"No, there's no such thing as a free lunch," Bosco said irritably. "If you're reluctant to part with the material of the spinning wheel, then keep that thing and throw away the rest of the junk!"

“Littering is not a good habit either,” Yaro patted his clothes, stood up with a grin, and ignored the spinning wheel. He asked in confusion, “Teacher, I listened to you and chose the mirror earlier. Although there was a little accident later, a mirror still merged into my body. But I have been looking for a long time and I can’t find the mirror.”

"Teacher, what is the significance of choosing mirrors? And where did those mirrors go?"

Bosco's face was unusually gloomy, a hint of blood flashing in his eyes. He glanced subconsciously in the direction he had come from, as if he wanted to go back and do something else.

(End of this chapter)