Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 277 All good things should belong to you
"No, it's not a problem with the sparks."

"It's...it's that song!"

"It was the story you told me, the brass tag you gave me, that I was asked to complete the song..."

Heri wanted to speak these things directly, but the words caught in her throat.

"If the adults heard this, would they think that I ruined the perfect story in their hearts, and destroyed that passionate song?"

"Will...he hate me because of this?"

The more people care, the more anxious and fearful they become.

That's exactly what happened to Heri at that moment.

But she also wanted to sing a song she had written based on another story to Aro.

He wanted to gain Aro's praise and approval.

"Lord Yarrow, you are my ray of hope!"

"In moments when I was filled with despair for this world, when I wanted to escape from it..."

"It was you who pulled me out of the abyss of despair!"

Therefore—all the good things in the world should belong to you!

But... Heryl couldn't guarantee that the song she rewrote belonged to 'beauty' and wasn't a defilement of 'beauty'.

"Should we... wait a little longer?"

Yaro, of course, had no idea of ​​the inner turmoil in Heli's heart.

After all, he had never had any expectations of Heri's suggestion to complete the song.

Moreover, he has been living a very fulfilling life lately, keeping himself busy every day.

Every day, I think about either why the medication failed again or how I should train next.

Even in his dreams, he was reciting the structural diagrams of magic tricks.

In this situation, how could he possibly remember that little thing about 'teasing the child'?

"Alright, go to sleep. You have to entertain Miss Bailu tomorrow, so don't be impolite."

Yaro casually made a joke, waved his hand, ignored the two of them, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

In one day, he was memorizing, exercising, and teaching, pushing his physical, mental, and even willpower limits.

Now, he just wants to rest well and prepare for tomorrow's trip.

"Miss Bailu..."

Heri muttered to herself, as if she had thought of something.

……

Melted ice water drips onto the rocks, making a melodious, crisp sound like wind chimes.

Tiny specks of bright green fluorescence drifted like fireflies, draping the dim jungle in a soft veil.

In the very center of this soft light, a huge shadow lay prostrate on the ground, which was the original location of the Demon Tree trunk.

However, the once enormous tree trunk has inexplicably melted and shrunk considerably, and its appearance has also changed drastically.

With the help of faint fluorescence, the trunk appears dark brown and has a glassy texture. Through the glassy trunk, three slightly pulsating cocoon structures can be vaguely seen inside.

Beneath the tree trunk, the girl's soft, elegant voice was like sweet, soft cheese, gentle and melodious.

"I'm counting on you for the next few days."

"Beware of that naughty child lurking outside. She's been spying on the remaining abyssal power within the Demon Tree. Don't let her interfere with the development of these three children."

Yo-yo! The robust elk, with their bright, lively eyes, circled around the Daughter of Nature with gentle steps, constantly whimpering, as if communicating with the white deer.

The white deer listened attentively, occasionally responding:
“Oh dear, I’m also very troubled! But… if the bark of the magic tree isn’t dealt with soon, all the magic inside will be lost, and Mr. Yaro’s reward will be completely ruined.”

"We don't know how long these three children will take to develop, and waiting isn't a solution."

"Please don't scold me, I know I didn't think things through..."

"Don't worry, the naughty child wandering outside was not long ago, and it has been hungry for so long that it has lost its supernatural abilities. It is now just like an ordinary little rabbit."

"Although it no longer possesses extraordinary abilities, it is still a child of the Demon Tree and can draw upon the residual abyssal power within the Demon Tree. Especially now, all the natural power of the Demon Tree is concentrated on these three children. Once the abyssal power is detonated, the consequences are unpredictable."

"Yes, that's right, don't let it get near here."

"It's different. The Demon Tree no longer has the extra natural power to cleanse it; it will forever remain a disgusting abyssal sprite!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going to sleep now. Ah Da and Ah Er, you two stay with me while I sleep. You'll have to work hard pulling the carriage tomorrow."

The night grew deeper.

The girl's soft voice gradually faded, while the sound of ice water splashing became clear again.

Like a beautiful lullaby, it gradually brought the frost-covered forest into silence.

……

The next morning.

Arro, maintaining his usual habit of waking up, did not rush to get up. Instead, he meditated for an hour to restore his magic power to a saturated state before getting up to wash.

After washing up, he took out some finely ground charcoal ash, mixed it with a small amount of oil, and carefully applied it to his face.

—After this period of rest, his flesh and blood have been replenished, and the unusual dark black color on his skin has completely faded.

To minimize potential trouble, a little cover-up is still necessary.

This method of concealment was obviously unprofessional, but that's exactly the kind of ambiguous feeling that Yaro wanted.

The best way to hide a drop of water is to hide it in the ocean.

Instead of challenging others' expertise with one's amateur skills, using cover-up tactics will only attract the attention of many experienced individuals.

Looking at the energetic and robust young man in the mirror, Yaro patted his cheeks and softly reminded himself:

"Only combat power can truly protect oneself!"

Yaro knew perfectly well that the reason he was able to obtain so many materials from the alchemist last time was not because the alchemist had a change of heart, awakened to the concept of copyright, and felt obligated to give away so many things, but because of his own strength.

The same will continue in the future.

If you have enough ability, even if others recognize you, they won't dare to say anything.

Even without committing any wrongdoing, someone lacking ability is still seen as excellent material by others.

"We mustn't forget about sulfur and saltpeter this time!"

The bomb casings had already been produced in large quantities; all that was needed was to prepare the gunpowder so that a superb weapon could be created.

"An intermediate-level apprentice's fireball spell can only blast an area the size of a chest. How much gunpowder would that require?"

"Even the spells of a formal wizard are no more powerful than a mortar, and can only be used once at a time."

"We can detonate as many bombs as we want within a given time period!"

Of course, Yaro also knew that his idea was unfair; if too many bombs detonated simultaneously within a given time, his own safety range would also be insufficient.

Moreover, wealthy and legitimate wizards generally do not simply use spells to attack; they are also equipped with a large number of enchanted treasures, spell scrolls, and other means.

However, if we have enough bombs, putting everything else aside, we wouldn't need to use magic spells when killing the Demon Tree, and we could save on purification potions, thus reducing the cost of the battle.

(End of this chapter)