Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 257 Accountability
"M-Sir..." the shopkeeper stammered, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

Imagine a little demon secretly making a complete replica of the Golden Chainmail armor and selling it, only to be caught red-handed by the Monkey King.

Q: What should we do now?
He is capable of storming the long-established residences of formal wizards, roaming freely among thousands of armored lost souls, unleashing powerful spells that even formal wizards would covet, and even successfully killing wizards within their residences. He is wanted by a powerful wizarding alliance but manages to escape...

For a small-time shopkeeper like himself who runs a business in a remote area, such a powerful figure is like a little demon encountering the Monkey King.

"You...know each other?" Ian looked at the two of them suspiciously.

The strange atmosphere at that moment made it impossible for him not to be suspicious.

Yaro paused for a moment, then realized what was happening and replied casually, "Uh... this is my... junior brother. He and I share the same alchemy teacher."

"Junior brother?" Ian looked at the two of them with surprise. One looked to be in his forties or fifties, while the other looked to be no more than ten years old.

How could it be a junior brother?

"Yes, yes! Junior brother, I am the master's junior brother!" The shopkeeper's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He dared not deny it and kept replying, "I am... I am... I had already learned some skills before becoming a disciple. I was only accepted as a student by the master very late, so... this master is my senior brother!"

Yaro noticed the curious glances from those around him, and seeing the shopkeeper's panicked expression, a thought struck him. Suddenly, a kind smile appeared on his face: "Junior brother, we haven't seen each other in a long time. Why don't we find a private spot and have a good chat?"

The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded repeatedly, and said obsequiously, "Of course, of course. This way, sir. This is my alchemy room; no one will disturb you here."

Yaro nodded slightly and followed the shopkeeper's directions to the side door of the shop.

Ian's eyes darted around, and he quickly called out, "Shopkeeper Harvey, the Record Stone..."

The shop owner said irritably, "Not selling! The shop is temporarily closed, all of you get out!"

Whether he can save his life is a big question, so how can he be in the mood to do business now?

Ian blocked the shopkeeper's path, grinning, "Shopkeeper Harvey, I want to buy one for your senior brother too. You can tell from his attire that he also greatly admires Yaro. Aren't you going to sell it to him?"

Ian's actions are somewhat like a bully using someone else's power.

If Yaro and the shopkeeper were truly fellow disciples, he might not need to pay for it if he wanted it.

But the shop owner had already panicked, and upon hearing Ian's words, he could only hesitate and look at Yaro.

Yaro remained noncommittal.

The scene depicted on the recording stone has already been revealed; hiding it won't bring any benefit.

Ian isn't a professional armor maker, so the chances of him recognizing me from my figure are slim.

Yaro had some ulterior motives.

If people like Ian continue to imitate, they will be in much less danger.

Hidden in plain sight, when numerous genuine and fake "Yaro" figures appear in the market, can potential pursuers distinguish which one is the real them?
Therefore, he even somewhat condoned Ian's desire to buy the Record Stone.

Seeing that Yaro remained silent, the shop owner gritted his teeth and opened the wooden cabinet next to him.

The wooden cabinet contained rows of identical recording stones, which showed that he had been prepared all along. His words of "not for sale" were just a way to raise the price.

"These are secondary record stones. Each one can only be used ten times. Here are two. Keep them safe." Ian took them with delight, carefully putting them into his pocket, before looking up and asking, "How many magic stones?"

"never mind."

The shop owner ignored him and turned to greet him with a fawning smile, "Senior... this way please."

Pushing open the door and walking through a narrow passage, a cluttered alchemy room came into view for Yaro.

On the table in the middle of the alchemy room, there was a pile of strange grayish-white stones, exactly the same as the recording stones placed outside.

Yaro picked one up casually and played with it in turn.

This stone is full of tiny holes and feels a bit prickly to the touch. In terms of appearance, it looks somewhat like ordinary volcanic rock, except that the holes are very regular, more like a petrified honeycomb.

There was a neat pile of these strange stones on the table, and in the corner of the room, there were some similar stones that had faded a little.

Judging from the appearance, the middle-aged shop owner has indeed put a lot of effort into the imitation and spent a lot of time researching it.

“Harvey, is it?” Yaro put down the strange stone he was playing with and glanced at the middle-aged shopkeeper who had followed closely behind.

thump!
Harvey, the shopkeeper, suddenly knelt down, tearfully pleading, "My lord! Spare me! I truly didn't know you would come here!"

"Get up and talk!"

Harvey, the shop owner, hurriedly stood up, like a student who had made a mistake, and obediently stood by the wall.

Yaro raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said, "If I didn't come, you could do this kind of thing with a clear conscience?"

"No! No!" Harvey shook his head repeatedly, a few strands of hair clinging to his bald head fluttering in the wind, making him look even more comical. "I won't do it again, I'll never do it again!"

"I will buy back all the armor I sold! I will definitely buy it all back! My lord! Please don't kill me!"

"Take it back?" Yaro paused, feigning surprise. "Why take it back?"

The more of those replica armors sold, the more inconspicuous Yaro's attire became, and the higher his level of security. Naturally, he wouldn't object to such a thing.

"what?"

Harvey looked at Yaro with a puzzled expression. Apart from this matter, he really didn't know what other problem could be worth the attention of a 'strongman' like Yaro.

"You're selling things under my name and making money by copying my armor designs. Did you even ask me?" Yaro said calmly, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Yaro certainly didn't intend to delve into the issue of counterfeiting, but that didn't mean he would let him off easily.

Harvey, the shopkeeper, has recognized Yaro and must find a way to minimize the possibility of him reporting him. Ideally, he should borrow Yaro's alchemy lab and materials to create the basic structure of the lead-iron heavy armor, so that he can quickly gain sufficient combat power.

Harvey, the shopkeeper, didn't understand what Yaro meant. He looked up at Yaro, craning his neck and cautiously asking, "Sir... what do you think... we should do?"

"How to do?"

Yaro didn't waste any more words with him and said bluntly, "Not only are you making money using my name, but more importantly, you've recognized me. You should also know how serious the things I've done are, so I definitely can't let you get away with it."

(End of this chapter)