Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 289 Understanding the Reason
Rett had already noticed that Yaro was wearing heavy armor, and coupled with Yaro's magic, Rett felt that it would be somewhat troublesome to fight against Yaro.

During this brief stalemate, Yaro gently tossed out a few gold coins and said with a kind smile, "This is an apology for my earlier offense."

"You don't need to talk about those secret things, I just want to know some general information."

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest.

Whenever a witcher speaks, he always reveals some useful information.

Snapped!
Rhett caught it instinctively, glancing at the shiny, round gold coin in his hand, his porcelain-like face revealing no emotion.

Yaro felt relieved; thank goodness he had caught it.

"You're going out too, aren't you? There's only one road out of the village. Will you walk with me for a while?"

Faced with Yaro's invitation, the Witcher hesitated for a moment, then said silently, "I still need to go back to collect my bounty."

"The village's reward? How much is it? I'll make up the difference for you." Yaro didn't want to make another trip for him.

“Five hundred pence…” The Witcher paused slightly, then changed the subject, “…isn’t much! But the key is reputation! A Witcher’s reputation is built on…”

"It won't be long before you come with me on this journey, will it?" Yaro asked, puzzled.

"This……"

"Can't you go back later?"

"Forehead……"

……

The witcher's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, the stag cart rumbled, and the two parted ways.

Sitting at the front of the sled, Yaro's gaze was deep as he recalled what the witcher Rhett had just said.

Rhett probably had a lot on his mind, and when the gold coin broke through the hole, he poured out everything as if he were pouring it out.

Thus, Yarrow learned the reason for starting this war.

"Did the Saint Fernando Empire anger itself because a witcher killed a cruel blood bat noble?"

Yaro shook his head.

"What a ridiculous reason."

Even if a member of a different race could become a noble, it would be impossible for them to become a core member of an empire.

A war was started because a peripheral nobleman was killed?
It's highly unlikely.

The Witcher also demonstrated his extraordinary ability—a power gained through a potion.

"Body solidification, increased lifespan, reduced mood swings... Sounds pretty good."

Upon hearing about how the Witcher gained his power, and comparing it to the appearance of the Witcher Rhett, Yaro thought of a word—"amber"!
"Just like amber, its appearance has been fixed, but unfortunately, its strength has also been fixed. At most, it can only explore the effects of the potion or hone its skills."

Because of this entrapment, they have all lost their ability to reproduce.

In some ways, this solidification is similar to that of Monri, who absorbed the bizarre core.

Unfortunately, the power of a witcher is far less than that of a wizard.

"But these witchers are indeed quite clever...don't they get involved in politics?"

"And their initiation oath—it's really good!"

Even though the Witcher had gone far away, the oath he uttered still echoed in Aro's ears.

……

From this day forward, I will watch over you, until my death.

I will not marry, nor will I have land or children.

I will not wear a crown, nor will I vie for glory.

I am the sword in the darkness, the guardian on the frontier, the flame that wards off the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that awakens the sleepers, and the shield that protects humanity.

I have dedicated my life and honor to the Witcher.

[This is true tonight, and it will be true every night]...

"A desperate roar from the people at the bottom of society?"

This is a summary of the profession that Yaro draws when the Witchers recount what they do.

Because most nobles didn't need them, they were mostly invited by ordinary people, and for this reason, most of those who joined them were from the lower classes.

"When those despicable nobles were indulging in pleasure, did they ever think about their people being slaughtered by monsters?!"

"Kill! Kill them all, wipe the world out!"

Rhett's muffled growl still echoed in his ears, and Yaro felt a jolt in his heart, as if an electric current had flashed through his spine.

As he closed his eyes and savored the witcher's oath, Yaro gained a little more understanding of their decision to flee without a fight.

"Hey, if they get involved in politics, can they still be so pure?"

"If they enter the battlefield, will any formal wizards intervene?"

"They should stay out of the wizards' sight, wandering through villages, guarding a sliver of life for these neglected, lowly people."

This was the oath they were required to take upon entering the academy, and the Countess, knowing that they had taken such an oath, still established an academy for them and expanded their student body.

—While it is unknown whether the Countess had other motives, she was certainly doing a good deed.

Of course, while the Witcher Rhett's words were full of gratitude and praise for the Countess, Aro would naturally take them with a grain of salt.

"Everyone's perception of others changes depending on their status."

“Rett rose from a commoner to become an extraordinary being, gaining a long lifespan. He benefited from the Countess, so his judgment cannot be entirely considered a condition of cognition.”

"If you want to know the specifics, you'll need to investigate it yourself."

"However... there's no need to waste this time."

Yaro already knew that the reason the Witcher Academy was closed was to avoid politics, not because any great danger had arisen.

As for the war...

Yarrow had already heard this news from Baron Claire.

Since things haven't gone as expected, there's no need to waste time investigating other irrelevant matters.

……

The deer cart was clearly only hauling some 'rotten tree bark'.

Yaro's heavy armor was partially visible, and during the inspection, his greatsword occasionally chipped away at some of the stones.

In this situation, you will naturally not encounter any difficulties.

After passing through the Viscount's territory without incident, the deer immediately picked up speed.

After rushing all the way, we finally arrived at the outskirts of Mannheim Market just before evening.

"Next time we need to find a way to improve the carriage. Perhaps we can install the power core of the spare heavy sword into it and transform it into something similar to a car."

With that thought in mind, Yaro took off his outer garment, revealing his golden phoenix armor, and casually drove the deer-drawn carriage, disappearing into the twisted and eerie jungle.

"My dear young apprentice, to enter the Mannheim market, you must pay one coin..."

An old woman dressed in a dark robe slowly turned her head, but upon seeing Yaro's attire and appearance, she turned and disappeared into the darkness before she could finish speaking.

Yaro ignored him and drove his carriage to the designated rest stop.

As they approached, several children who were there to greet them whispered among themselves, "That must be the car of the 'Dancer Under the Moon'!"

"That's right, it's the same gentleman I served last time!"

"Then it's my turn to go this time!"

"No, it has to be me this time!"

(End of this chapter)