Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 213 A Passerby

Zheng——!
The metal clashed, leaving a lingering echo.

"what!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, the long sword flew out in a backspinning motion!

The soldier stumbled backward, clutching his arm and groaning in pain, "My hand!"

The arm was twisted at a cruel angle behind the body, and a clear bulge could be seen at the broken end.

It was obvious that his hand was broken!

Clang, clang, clang—!
Swords were drawn, spears were turned, and all sorts of weapons, flashing with cold light, were immediately pointed at Yaro.

The captain glanced at the soldier screaming in pain, and seeing that it was 'just' a broken bone, his worry lessened slightly. He then looked warily at Yaro:

"Who are you!"

If you can't control the intense sunlight, can't you control the glaring lights?

Holding the sword sheath sideways, the dark-skinned youth slowly raised his head. A gentle breeze blew, revealing a pair of bright eyes. He spoke calmly and casually:
"A... passerby!"

Passerby?

The captain was silent.

Although the boy's skin was dark, a closer look revealed that his skin texture was very fine and delicate, unlike the rough skin of children from poor families.

The brand-new clothes they wore, though simple in style and made of cashmere, were still too good for even the slightly wealthier ordinary families to afford.

—It fits now, but what if I grow taller later?
You should wear a piece of clothing for at least four or five years, right?

And that exceptionally conspicuous and magnificent cross-shaped longsword—not to mention ordinary wealthy families, even slightly poorer nobles couldn't afford it!

Do you really think gemstones are free?
More importantly, it's Yaro's unintentional actions and his confident demeanor!
Brand new boots are casually trodden on, sword sheaths inlaid with various gems are bumped and knocked, and there is the lazy ease of riding a warhorse, with chest out and head held high with every step!
This made the captain even more convinced that the dark-faced boy was a nobleman's son who had deliberately painted his face black, and might even be the illegitimate son of a great nobleman!

Even though the soldiers coveted the unicorn horse, they deliberately ignored Yaro, despite the captain's instructions.

He didn't want to get into trouble.

But now, trouble has not only come knocking on our door, but it's also unwilling to reveal its identity, using "a passerby" as an excuse!

The captain narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

Having lived for so long, he had indeed learned to read people's expressions and expressions, and it was with this skill that he became the captain of the logistics team.

But the reason he could live so comfortably and command the respect of the other soldiers was because of his ruthlessness!

Since you're unwilling to reveal your identity, then I know nothing about you!
Even if something happens, I was just following orders!
I'll kill you.

Not only the unicorn horse, but also the sword in your hand and all the treasures on your body are mine!
With a few concealed hand gestures, a soldier behind Yaro, holding a short knife, quietly approached with small steps.

The numb crowd stirred for a moment, but quickly returned to calm.

They simply cast their pale, lifeless eyes at them, their expressions even carrying a hint of excitement.

Like a crowd of people waiting to be beheaded at the market.

Just as a hint of joy flashed in the captain's eyes, Bard, who had just looked over, changed his expression drastically and hurriedly shouted, "Sir, be careful!"

"You're asking for death!" A ruthless glint flashed in the captain's eyes, and he suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Bard.

Bard hastily pulled away, using his scabbard to block the attack.

clang--!
Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, the captain also stopped.

Bard is wearing leather armor, so it's difficult to end the fight quickly unless you hit his vital points directly.

More importantly, judging from Bard's attire, he was merely a bodyguard, and killing him would not bring much benefit.

Moreover, if only the guard is killed while the 'important person' escapes, it will inevitably sow the seeds of hatred.

If you kill a nobleman's son who is hiding his identity, no one can blame you.

Few people would be willing to seek revenge on a dead person.

As long as you hand over the majority of your profits to the Viscount, even if some problems arise, the Viscount will handle them.

But if the killing fails, once he escapes and mobilizes his forces, driven by hatred, a small amount of profit would be enough to exchange for his life from the viscount!

Putting everything else aside, the sword in his hand alone is enough to take the lives of an entire team!

A thought flashed through the captain's mind. He kept a close eye on Bard and shouted, "I'll hold off this guard. Go and kill that dark-faced boy!"

Bard was taken aback by what he heard, and almost burst out laughing!

"Lord Yaro is a wizard!"

"Even without those magical powers, his skills alone are enough to make him a formidable opponent to a full-fledged knight!"

Bard and this captain are roughly equal in skill, so it's hard to say who would win in a normal encounter.

Since this captain is so 'wise', Bard naturally chooses to cooperate with him.

"Since you want to keep me occupied, then I'll just let you keep me occupied!"

Bard deliberately adopted a defensive stance, appearing to be at a disadvantage, but in reality, he was waiting patiently.

Wait for the captain to reveal an inevitable flaw!
……

No need for Bard to remind me.

The Cat-Shaped Fist technique was already ingrained in Yaro's very being. Even without being deliberately activated, it was impossible for a mortal to fool him with their seemingly light footsteps!
What's more—Yaro is also waiting for him!
Just as the sound of something cutting through the air rang out!

Clang——!
The cross-shaped longsword slid out of its scabbard with incredible fluidity!
Yaro's waist muscles tensed up quickly, he twisted his waist and back, and his left leg took a half step out, his body suddenly sank down, and he suddenly became much shorter.

Basic sword technique - uppercut!
The body was like a compressed spring, all the muscles in the body bursting together, and the whole person suddenly sprang up.

The sword moves with the body, yet with the swing of the arm, it becomes faster than the body itself!
A dazzling sword light, like a sudden flash of lightning!

Swish!
One sword kills the head!
The bright red blood shot up like a fountain, reaching a height of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters)!

The狰狞 ​​smile froze, and his head was pulled away from his body by the inertia of the longsword, bouncing and rolling on the ground like a ball.

The headless body swayed back and forth for a moment, and after shaking to a certain angle, it could no longer maintain its previous balance and gradually tilted downwards.

thump!
Dust flew everywhere, and the headless body fell heavily to the ground!
"Wow!"

A few gasps of surprise rippled through the numb civilians, as if they were regretting that Yaro had finally come to his senses, or perhaps they were satisfied with the stimulating crimson light, with a hint of cathartic release in their voices.

……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, and the Fiery Sword Technique has gained 3 skill experience points]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Cat-Style Fist - Running grants 2 skill experience points]

[Converted to personal experience, personal experience points increased by 5]

[Remaining skill points: 1]

[Personal Level LV21: 553/30000]

……

Yaro, who had already dodged to the side, paused for a moment for no apparent reason. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "What a... weak enemy!"

Who are Yaro's recent enemies?
A huge number of Faceless Men, a large number of Lost Ones who were originally knights, and even a formal wizard was killed!
Even after escaping the academy, Yaro encountered enemies such as harpies soaring through the sky and giant leopards on the ground.

Without activating magic, he defeated another official knight.

Don't tell me yet.

When suddenly faced with such a weak enemy, Yaro felt a sense of disorientation, as if he had punched a cotton ball instead of using his full strength.

However, the current battle situation left no time for Yarrow to reflect.

It's unclear whether it was because Yaro acted too quickly, but the other soldiers didn't have time to think.

Or perhaps they failed to grasp the situation, believing that Yaro's attack was merely a lucky sneak attack, and that they, with their superior numbers, still had a chance of victory.

Or perhaps, they have blind trust in the captain who is currently entangled with Bard, and still believe in the captain's orders.

At the same time, they had already swarmed in, brandishing their weapons!

Seeing the several terrifying spearheads with bits of flesh still attached, which were thrusting towards him, a cold glint flashed in Yaro's eyes.

Yarrow has never undergone muscle training, nor has he added any points to his strength attribute. The muscles on his body are mainly a result of years of combat. Compared to these well-trained adult soldiers, without activating magic attacks, Yarrow might not be a match for them in terms of pure strength.

But—a battle is not a contest of equal strength!

Yaro has extensive combat experience, and his reaction speed is extraordinary!

With his nerve reflexes reaching 20 points, Yaro can even outmaneuver a full-fledged Rider in a sprinting state!

The attacks of these ordinary soldiers were clearly seen by Yaro after he concentrated.

What appeared to be a terrifying array of swords and spears was, in Yaro's eyes, no different from a wide-open door!
Therefore—Yaro did not retreat but advanced!

The exceptionally sharp spearhead slid around the body.

The long sword, gleaming with a cold light, struck empty air each time.

Their movements at this moment looked like the result of countless rehearsals.

Among them, Yaro flitted about like a butterfly, making the other soldiers appear like dull puppets in comparison.

Bright red flower buds are constantly blooming.

Her graceful figure was like dancing among flowers.

The ordinary people, huddled together, were inexplicably captivated by the beauty, and some couldn't help but whisper in admiration, "How beautiful!"

indeed!

Beautiful, yet deadly!
Desperate screams filled the air like background music!

Each fall was like a heavy drumbeat!

It was like a magnificent concert.

The rhythm is brisk, but the song is very short!

……

Swish!
This is the sound of a long sword being sheathed, and it's also the standard for the end of this piece of music.

The common people sighed with regret, their faces showing reluctance.

because,

A magnificent performance—has come to an end.

……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, and the Fiery Sword Technique has gained 47 skill experience points]

[Converted to personal experience, personal experience points increased by 47]

[Remaining skill points: 1]

[Personal Level LV21: 600/30000]

……

Various mutilated bodies were piled up haphazardly on the ground, and blood kept flowing, completely soaking into the soil, making it feel sticky when Yarrow walked on it.

He was slightly out of breath. The brief 'exercise' had made him break out in a light sweat, and stepping on the sticky, seeping substance made him even more uncomfortable.

There's a feeling—like wanting to take a shower.

The captain who fought Bard was also seriously injured at this time, lying on the ground and pleading, "Spare me, spare me!"

He wouldn't have lost so quickly otherwise.

Unfortunately, Yaro ended too quickly, leaving Yaro momentarily stunned. Bard, however, had anticipated this outcome and naturally pressed his advantage, defeating Yaro decisively.

However, after Bard knocked him down, he stopped attacking.

Because Bard also knew that this was not a matter for him to decide.

Even if it's just to vent anger, it should be left to adults to decide.

“My lord, what do you see?” Bard looked at Yaro with a questioning gaze.

The captain hurriedly cried out, "My lord, spare me! Spare me!"

If it were a direct confrontation, Yaro would definitely kill him with a single sword strike.

Now, facing this mutilated body and watching his tearful pleas, Yaro felt somewhat disheartened.

To draw the sword for this mutilated body?

Waving his hand, Yaro calmly said, "Kill them."

Bard tapped his chest lightly: "Yes, sir!"

The captain, terrified at the sight of Bud's raised sword, cried out in a panic, "I am Viscount Corey's lover! You can't kill me!"

Bud's arm paused, and he looked at the man on the ground in shock.

The captain seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He propped himself up with one hand, struck a pose, and said, "Yes! It's true! Look at my hair! Look at my eyes! Viscount Corey loves me the most!"

Yaro frowned, glared at Bard, and shouted sharply, "Why aren't you doing anything?!"

Bard shuddered and dared not think any further.

The one who should be considering the issue of the viscount is the baron, or rather, the wizard before us.

As a nobody, I should just obediently follow orders.

The captain cried out in despair, "No! Who are you! Why are you trying to kill me!"

As Yaro was about to walk toward the thin figure lying not far away, he heard this and replied without stopping, "A passerby who kicks a man when he sees injustice."

Seeing that the wizard was no longer speaking, Bard knew there was no need to wait any longer, so he did not linger.

Holding a long sword, he swung it down!

……

"My lord, thank goodness you were here!"

"Thank you for saving me, sir!"

"These people are utterly wicked; it was good that you killed them, sir!"

……

As soon as Yaro approached, the previously numb civilians regained their energy, and one by one they angrily condemned the mutilated body on the ground, cursing and praising Yaro.

Judging from their current appearance, it seems as if they truly have irreconcilable hatred for those people.

Arro ignored him and examined the small body on the ground.

Judging from his physique, he should be an eight or nine-year-old child. Although he was dirty, he did not have the thinness of a poor child, so he probably did not lack food.

Yaro first checked whether he was alive.

Fortunately, his chest was still rising and falling, and the rest of his body only had superficial injuries.

The key issue is his arm; it was completely broken from resisting the beating.

Seeing that no one paid attention to them, the civilians began to stir. A few of the bolder ones had already tentatively gotten up and walked outside.

Upon seeing this, Bard, who had just arrived, brandished his blood-stained longsword and shouted sharply, "Halt!"

All the civilians froze instantly, as if they had been subjected to a mass immobilization spell, creating a particularly comical scene.

Yaro, who was tending to the child's injuries, said without looking up, "Alright, let them go."

The common people were overjoyed and immediately knelt down, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency! Thank you, Your Excellency!"

"My lord!" Bard stepped closer and whispered, "As long as we keep them all here, our killings won't be exposed!"

"Some of these civilians will definitely tip them off!"

"They cannot be trusted, sir!"

(End of this chapter)