Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 245 Songs in Memory

Those beautiful, clear eyes, like a tranquil lake, were fixed on the sweat-drenched Yaro. After a long while, her alluring lips finally uttered a weak voice: "But... some murderous intent still lingers in your heart."

"Maybe... when I killed him, I didn't feel a real sense of stamina, like something was missing?"

Yaro looked down at his hand, which was still tightly gripping the heavy sword, and felt the heat and dampness in his hand. He took a deep breath and nodded to the white deer.

"Don't worry, I know I'm not feeling well, and I'll gradually adjust."

With a slight movement of his consciousness, a pool of clear water appeared out of thin air and poured directly onto his still steaming, dry, yellow hair and beard.

"hiss!"

Yaro couldn't help but shiver, his spirits lifted, and then he used his mind to control his arm, placing the still-warm Fiery Greatsword into the sword slot on the back of his heavy armor.

As his hand loosened, Yaro felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, as if something important was missing.

He closed his eyes slightly, his chest heaving as he tried to control his turbulent emotions.

"You pursue power only to better enjoy this life; your pursuit has never been simply about killing!"

He reminded himself of this.

He reminded himself that those volatile emotions were the corrosive effect of the power of the abyss.

When he opened his eyes again, apart from a few bloodshot eyes, they were basically clear again.

"I've mostly calmed down. I'll take a hot shower and get a good night's sleep, and the problem should be mostly solved," Yaro smiled slightly, looking much more relaxed. "Thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, I don't know how much longer it would have taken to discover the problem."

Upon careful recollection, Yaro was surprised to find that he hadn't genuinely laughed for almost half a year.

When was the last time you laughed heartily?
Is it a separate gathering with Delia and Keitan?

Or before the problem with Desi was discovered?
Or perhaps, before learning that her mother was wanted by the police?

Or perhaps...

In short, as he encountered more and more things, Yaro's heart was gradually covered with dust, and he also gradually lost his former joy.

The cool air, when inhaled, felt like a refreshing stream washing away the dust from my heart.

With his left hand behind his back, Yarrow gentlemanly extended his right hand and smiled somewhat frivolously:

"Beautiful lady, would you like to come with me to rest in the castle?"

The white deer was still weak at this time, and it was not safe to leave her in the wild any longer.

So Yaro wanted to invite her to rest at the castle so that he could protect her.

Bai Lu continued to look at Ya Luo, remained silent for a moment, and slowly shook her head, saying, "I don't like stone houses, so I'll just rest here."

"I have my friends with me, so you don't need to worry."

“On the contrary, it’s you… Yaro,” Bailu looked at Yaro, her clear, beautiful eyes sparkling with sincerity, “Inner peace does not lie in speaking or expressing, but in the calm and self-cultivation of the past. You really need to rest well.”

Seeing Bai Lu's firm attitude, Ya Luo did not force him, and nodded, saying, "I understand, I will make adjustments accordingly."

"Then I'll head back. Be careful, and if anything happens, send a deer to let me know."

The castle is not far from here; judging by the speed of the deer, it won't take long to reach it.

Upon receiving news of White Deer's peril, Yaro could activate his flying pendant and rush to its aid. After bidding farewell to White Deer, Yaro, weary from his journey, headed straight for the castle.

Unbeknownst to him, right beside that dark riverbank, an elderly man dressed in a neat suit reached out and caught a falling crow. He looked at the silent forest, now plunged back into darkness, and gave the order to the guards behind him: "Let's go back."

"Yes, Butler Enoch!"

……

The next morning, the sky was still overcast, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and even a few strings of small icicles were hanging on the windowsill.

But the atmosphere in the castle was very lively. Under the instructions of the deputy steward, many servants poured chunks of coarse salt into hot water and then kept adding firewood to the fire below.

The person responsible for all of this was humming a song softly in the laboratory.

"Watch!"

"A current of electricity is swirling around this planet, searching for a way out!"

"At this moment, only..."

Yaro didn't know how to sing the song, but even though more than ten years had passed, he could still vaguely remember the melody.

Joyful, uplifting, passionate... and unwavering in belief!
While unleashing the heat-melting spell and humming this rapid rhythm, Yaro continuously forged the fiery red heavy armor, adding new molten metal to replenish the damage from yesterday's magic spell.

Heri, standing nearby, was pedaling a bicycle-like wheel to supply oxygen to the stove.

The charcoal in the stove kept churning, sparking tiny embers and releasing bursts of high temperature that made her little face flush red.

But she ignored it all, stomping on the ground while listening intently to the rather mediocre tune that Arona was humming.

After Yaro removed the heavy armor from the embers and placed it in cold water, she asked curiously, "Lord Yaro, is there a story behind the tune you were humming?"

Yaro, who was cleaning his tools, was taken aback and turned around in surprise: "A story? You could tell from it?"

“I can sense that you’ve been adjusting the rhythm of the melody, as if you’re trying to get closer to a certain rhythm and emotion. Are you composing a song for a story?” Heri nodded, her face covered in charcoal ash, looking unusually serious, somewhat comical but not ridiculous.

“Creation?” Yaro sighed. “You overestimate me. How could I possibly create anything?”

"This is just a story I once read and a song I once heard. Unfortunately, so much time has passed that I don't even remember how the song is sung anymore, so I've been trying to find the feeling for it."

"Perhaps... I'll never hear this piece of music again?"

Yaro shook his head, clearing away the slight melancholy in his heart.

Even if I can't hear this piece of music, there are countless new pieces in this world waiting for me to hear.

There are gains and losses, so why be sad?
Upon hearing this, Heri hesitated and asked, "Lord Yaro... could you tell me this story? I'll try to see if I can complete the song?"

"Oh?" Yaro turned around in surprise, looking at the little girl beside him. "Can you do it?"

Heryl explained, “My mother used to be a singer, and I studied with her for a while. I… can give it a try.”

"Why not give it a try? That would be great!"

Yaro was genuinely curious about what kind of melody Heli could come up with.

But as he pondered and recalled, he suddenly realized that his memory of the story was already blurred. He only vaguely remembered that it was about a determined girl, and he only remembered one fragment.

(End of this chapter)