Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 290 Strong-willed
Dancer under the moon?
Was that nickname given to me because of that incident?

Yaro pretended not to know and parked the deer cart amidst the children's enthusiastic welcome.

He took some bark from the magic tree in the carriage as samples and headed straight for the pharmacy.

Generally speaking, materials with unknown effects, especially those containing the aura of the abyss, can mostly only be sold slowly by setting up stalls.

However, even after several losses, there is still too much bark left of the magic tree. If we were to set up a stall, it would take forever.

So Yaro decided to ask the apothecary if they would accept these items, even if the price was lower, he didn't mind. He also planned to buy some purification potions and potion materials to make up for the previous losses.

If possible... see if you can ask the old man at the alchemy shop how to successfully refine the purification potion.

Why is it that after using twenty sets of materials, there isn't even a hint of success?

……

We walked to the main street.

Most of the pedestrians on the street were still wearing robes, pretending to be mysterious, but some of them were obviously abnormally large, just like Yaro's previous attire, and the armor patterns could be clearly seen on the surface of their clothes.

The fact that Yaro wore the golden armor from Harvey's shopkeeper last time is something that anyone could find out with a little inquiry—and it was precisely because of this that others thought Yaro was arrogant and rich, which is why they targeted him.

In this situation, given that there are so many people wearing armor on the street, many of them must have bought their armor from Harvey's shop.

"He got free advertising again!"

As Yaro was marveling at the sight, other passersby also noticed him, dressed in golden armor. Most of them didn't look closely, but just glanced at him and turned away.

It seems that quite a few people are now wearing golden armor.

Those mysterious people who liked to speculate about others, after noticing Yaro, glanced at him several times, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly lowered their heads to secretly pass on their messages.

"No work today, the Moonlit Butcher is here!"

"The Butcher Under the Moon? Who is that?"

"That butcher I told you about two weeks ago, the one who likes to chop away and create a crescent moon of fire!"

"What?! Hurry, hurry!"

……

Some mysterious figures quietly disappeared from the streets.

Before long, the lingering patrol arrived. The black-robed apprentice leading the group glanced at Yaro's golden heavy armor, then continued forward without paying him any attention.

Wait!
A thought suddenly flashed through the black-robed apprentice's mind. He turned around sharply and carefully examined Yaro's face.

Because Yaro had intentionally dyed his skin black, making him look very similar to his previous appearance, the black-robed apprentice recognized him immediately after a few more glances and asked hesitantly:

"You are... the one from a month ago..."

a month ago?
The patrolmen following behind him also glanced at Yaro a few times. One of the younger members frowned and said bluntly:
"Is this the guy who was fighting eight miles away? Captain, didn't you say that no fighting was allowed within ten miles? Should we arrest this guy?"

Yaro was not angry when he heard this.

Life is full of different aspects. If a young person does their job and acts in accordance with the rules, it cannot be said that they are wrong.

Although they said that fighting was not allowed within a ten-mile radius, what preventative measures did they take?

When I'm fighting, will anyone come to my aid?

No?

What is the significance of the so-called "ten-mile radius"?

So, Yaro simply smiled slightly and calmly looked at the leading black-robed apprentice. The black-robed apprentice's lips twitched slightly.

Grasp?
Putting aside the fact that the so-called ten miles is just a figurative number, as long as they don't encounter you on the spot, they will generally act as if nothing happened.

So I asked, how do we catch them?
They definitely can't catch them as a team.

Should we continue calling for backup?
What's so big that it needs to be called for support?

How many more people will die on our side when reinforcements arrive?

What should we do after we catch them?

killed?
Don't forget, Yaro only retaliated. If we kill Yaro for this, wouldn't that tell everyone that those who intercepted us were actually raised in the market?
The matter was minor yet thorny, so the black-robed apprentice naturally didn't want to cause any conflict.

"Shut up! Don't you know that it was others who forcibly intervened, and this lord was merely retaliating?"

After sternly reprimanding the young team member, the black-robed apprentice turned to Yaro with a fawning smile and said, "He has just joined the patrol team and is still unfamiliar with many parts of the patrol manual. Please don't take offense, sir!"

The young player's eyes were filled with confusion and resentment, but under the subtle reminders from his teammates on either side, he could only obediently shut up.

Yaro's smile carried a hint of sarcasm.

If he's just unfamiliar with the patrol manual, how does he know that I asked you those questions?

I'm afraid... you've used me as an example quite often, haven't you?
Yaro knew better than anyone else, but he still nodded, feigning understanding: "Is everything alright? Can I go now?"

"Sir, please go ahead and get back to work. It's getting late, and some shops might close soon," the black-robed apprentice said with a warm and concerned expression.

Yaro nodded and turned to walk away.

The patrol team continued their patrol, and after reaching a secluded corner, a young member finally couldn't help but ask, "Captain, didn't you say... that if this kind of madman who ignores warnings were to appear again, we must punish him severely?"

Didn't I think he was just a passerby?

The black-robed apprentice awkwardly wiped his nose, quickly coming up with a quick reply: "Don't you even look at where we were? That was the main street of the market! If a fight broke out there, did you think about how many people would die?"

The young team member looked at him with admiration, but stubbornly insisted, "Then let's ambush him outside?"

The black-robed apprentice rolled his eyes speechlessly, but the other team members couldn't help but shiver and quickly spoke up to stop him.

……

"Saying one thing to someone's face and another behind their back—that's why there were so many keyboard warriors in my past life!"

However, this is simply human nature.

There are plenty of cases where people outwardly agree but inwardly disagree, and as long as they don't come to humiliate Yaro in person, he's too lazy to bother with petty pursuits.

Yaro shook his head, quickly putting the matter out of his mind, and hurried into the potion shop.

……

"Sir, there seems to be a problem with these materials."

The weathered old man put down the enchanted treasure he was examining, sighed, and shook his head, saying, "It contains natural magic, but natural magic is mixed with abyssal power. However, if you want to use it as an abyssal material to refine abyssal potions, the abyssal power is too diluted."

"Just tell me what price you're willing to pay." Yaro already knew about the problem with the Demon Tree bark, so he didn't offer any further explanation.

The weathered old man held up one finger: "One hundred pounds, one magic stone."

"can."

(End of this chapter)