Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 238 Deer Cry
The letter had no envelope, only a single sheet of paper with two intersecting cross creases in the middle and several symmetrical claw marks evenly distributed along the edge. Comparing the creases, it can be seen that the claw marks in the four corners were likely torn together when the paper was folded.

In the center of the letter was a slightly hastily written, rounded Finn text:

[Lord Corry has received your letter, requesting that I come to visit you, my new neighbor. However, I do not like the mortal's filthy castle and would prefer that you move to the Truro River, where I will await your arrival.]

—Edmund Thomas

……

Above the name is an intricate pattern printed with bright red ink. At first glance, it might be mistaken for a simple handprint, but upon closer inspection, the dense pattern subtly forms a tall gentleman's hat.

The letter paper was not formatted correctly, and even the wording in the letter was too colloquial, making it seem somewhat unreasonable and pretentious.

It was less of a letter and more of a note, a note with a slightly commanding tone.

“My lord, this is indeed the personal seal of Viscount Corey.”

Dylan, who had already read the contents of the letter, whispered a hint.

This piece of paper was simply dropped by a crow. If Dylan hadn't opened it, he would never have known that it was a letter delivered by Viscount Corey's messenger.

Upon hearing Dylan's suggestion, Yaro extended his thumb and rubbed the bright red mark of the stamp. It felt smooth, like dripping wax or grease.

When you open your hand, the surface of your thumb remains clean.

This not only indicates that the inkpad is made of high-quality material, but also shows that the inkpad was used for a considerable period of time.

—If the seal is still wet, it means that Viscount Corey is very likely to come in person.

But the stamp on this letter is now completely dry.

"Is the blank letter paper already stamped with the seal?"

Only someone deeply trusted by Viscount Corey could obtain such a thing.

Yaro casually handed the letter to Dylan and asked, turning his head, "Where is the Truro River?"

He wasn't bothered by the exaggerated language on the note and prepared to go to the banks of the Truro River to find him, as the letter had suggested.

“The river we crossed on our way here is the Truro River,” Dylan explained, frantically holding the letter.

This kind of letter paper was not useless. In many noble families, this kind of letter paper with a seal was to be preserved and passed down. After several generations, it might become a family heirloom.

Although Yarrow did not need to keep this letter as a family heirloom, it could be used as a pass to the Viscount Corey's territory at certain times, and thus had some value.

If Yaro wants to buy materials from mortals in the future, he will inevitably have to continue dealing with this neighbor. With this letter, he can avoid some trouble at times.

Since we are going to meet that mysterious messenger, we must not let our guard down.

Yaro strode back to the laboratory, quickly donned the modified heavy armor, and then put on a gray wizard's robe without any markings over it.

This grey wizard's robe was designed with the presence of heavy armor in mind. It is specially designed so that when worn, it will only appear slightly bulky, but it will be difficult to tell that there is a heavy armor underneath.

Many wizarding apprentices disliked people who wore heavy armor, and Yaro didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble over such a trivial matter. For this reason, he also put the Fiery Greatsword into his spatial ring, only taking the ornately decorated and extravagantly luxurious cross-shaped longsword.

After a short preparation, Yaro didn't waste any time and immediately walked out of the castle gate.

It's about a half-hour walk from the castle to the river. The servants have been fetching water along this path these past few days, so they've had a brief rest. Yaro maintains his knightly breathing technique, so even in heavy armor, walking isn't too strenuous.

……

The sky was unusually gloomy at dusk, and the winter wind howled incessantly.

After putting on the heavy armor, it was naturally inconvenient to wear a thick overcoat underneath. The cold air blew in through the holes in the joints of the heavy armor, making Yaro shiver several times.

Wearing only a cotton anti-friction underwear underneath, and carrying a cold, openwork iron armor on the outside, walking in the biting cold wind would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

"hiss!"

Yaro grinned as he looked up at the gloomy, misty sky: "It's so cold! Maybe it'll snow tonight?"

With each step, the heavy armor clashed against each other, producing a cold, metallic clanging sound that made the already chilly Yaro feel even more uncomfortable.

Leaning on his ornately decorated cross-shaped longsword, he walked slowly, his steps uneven, trying to conserve his strength while an idea gradually formed in his mind.

"When we get back, add some fluff to the joints of the heavy armor!"

"It can keep you warm to some extent, eliminate the noise of heavy armor, and speed up the absorption of sweat, so that you won't be sweating in hot places and feeling numb in cold places like you are now!"

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Yaro had always lived in the ivory tower-like alternate dimension of the Owl Academy, where it was spring-like all year round, so he didn't have to worry about the low temperature. Therefore, he had always focused on the residual heat of the Fiery Greatsword. This was the first time he had worn heavy armor and walked in such a low-temperature environment.

"In the future, when making heavy armor, we can't just stay in the lab and do it. We need to test it outside more often to discover many common but easily overlooked problems."

"When making lead-iron heavy armor, an air conditioning system that can control the temperature should also be installed inside, so that you don't have to worry about the temperature."

……

As Yaro walked along, recording the strange sensations in his body and pondering how to improve these problems, a faint, long cry suddenly came from a hundred meters to his left.

Yo—!
The deep, powerful cry broke the silence of the wilderness, containing clear hostility and intense fighting spirit, like the roar of a fearless warrior charging forward, making one's blood boil!

Then one sound, then two sounds...

Each voice has a different pitch, yet they share a similar charm, just like a group of warriors, overlapping and surging, launching a fearless charge!
The chaotic hoofbeats continued incessantly, causing the low bushes in the distance to shake violently.

Then, one after another, the sounds of falling and crashing followed, and the rousing cries were interrupted, but the sounds did not stop, and new horns followed.

A single cry is as brief as a shooting star, dazzling and brilliant, but fleeting. However, when they come together, they create a dazzling spectacle of shooting stars!

Yaro suddenly turned his head, looking solemnly into the depths of the low bushes: "The deer cry 'yoyo,' eating the wild apples, the deer cry 'yoyo,' eating the wild artemisia... The sound is deep and heavy, it is the cry of a deer, and an angry cry at that!"

(End of this chapter)