Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 292 Letter

People have already come knocking on our door, yet you expect us to give up just because we avoid them?

Yaro did not believe that this was possible.

More likely, a situation similar to the 'broken windows theory' will occur.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

Once someone is labeled as 'easy to bully,' they won't be greeted with the image of a 'warm-hearted older sister.'

Even if several battles fail to resolve the issue—the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and there's no guarantee that someone won't be hiding in the shadows and try to probe us again sometime.

Who can guarantee that all the wizards' various methods are within their ability to cope?
That's why we must ensure that no one else dares to test us!
To achieve this effect, you need formidable combat power!

Yaro had no idea what the apothecary's purpose was in asking those questions.

Is it really just that you can't bear to do it?
Or perhaps he had worked in that line of work when he was young, and seeing those people being killed made him feel the same way?

Or perhaps... she's testing me?
Is he testing whether he is 'Yarrow Garner'?
The most dangerous possibility is, of course, probing.

This hypothesis suggests that the pursuing forces are approaching, which is why the deeply buried pieces are activated.

"We need to hurry and get the bomb made!"

With so little known information, guesswork won't solve anything; we should focus on getting things done.

The bomb casing had already been made; all that was needed was to prepare the gunpowder materials so that the filling could be made immediately.

Having enough bombs is a good counterattack force, whether it's being probed by market apprentices or attacked by tracking forces.

After all, all kinds of spells require magic power, and the raw materials for making bombs can be bought for hundreds of kilograms with just one gold coin.

……

Harvey, the shop owner, patted his chest and said with a generous air, "Senior brother, don't be too stingy with experiments. I have plenty of high-quality ice crystals here. I'll replace the inferior ice crystals you requested with high-quality ones. Don't worry, you won't have to pay!"

I don't know if it's because of the 'Dancer Under the Moon' incident, but Harvey, the shop owner, is now calling me 'senior brother' all the time, and he seems unusually enthusiastic.

Yaro glanced at the increasingly bustling alchemy shop, then turned back with a half-smile and said, "You've made quite a bit of money lately from forging golden armor, haven't you?"

“No…” Harvey’s expression changed slightly, and he was about to explain.

Yaro raised his hand to interrupt:
"Alright, how much you earn is your business. I appreciate your kindness, but I only want inferior ice crystals, and in large quantities. The deer cart is over there; you can arrange it yourself."

The ice crystal that Harvey mentioned is one of the raw materials needed for black powder... saltpeter.

Saltpeter absorbs heat when it dissolves in water, causing the water to freeze.

When this material is mixed with ice magic, it can produce a double cooling effect, making it an excellent basic material for ice magic.

Hmm... It's similar to the relationship between low- to medium-grade molten rock and coal.

Upon hearing Yaro's explanation, Harvey, the shopkeeper, did not insist further and nodded his bald head: "Senior brother, I understand. Please rest here, and I will make arrangements for you immediately."

Harvey bowed and turned around, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped: "Oh dear, I almost forgot."

"What's wrong?" Yaro asked, looking at him in confusion.

"Senior brother, Ian, who came with you last time, left you a letter a few days ago."

"letter?"

I don't think I have much interaction with him, do I?
“Yes, he told me to make sure I give this to you; it contains very important information,” Harvey said, walking to the main counter and rummaging through it before taking out an envelope. Yarrow reached out and took it.

The envelope was yellow, with a soft touch like a young girl's skin. On the cover was a purple peony engraved in relief, and a faint floral fragrance lingered in the air. On the front page was a bright red wax dot, with a perfectly intact peony print on it.

Harvey, the shopkeeper, quietly left. Yaro opened the envelope and took out a snow-white letter.

A long string of intricately written Sinte script came into view, bearing the inscription—

“My brother Yaro, I am your partner Ghana…”

Yaro: "..."

Is this meme just going to stay in the past?

After watching just this part, Yaro didn't want to continue.

But remembering Harvey's message that it was "very important," he could only suppress his emotions and quickly skim through the text.

"what?"

Yaro was startled and focused his attention to examine the situation closely.

"...I discovered a huge flaw in Yaro Garner's armor."

"I greatly admire Yarrow Garner's extraordinary control over the power of the Abyss, and even more so his ability to perfectly maintain his self-control while wielding that power,"

"But as long as it is the power of the abyss, it will inevitably have an impact reaction on the holy light energy. The enemy only needs to use ordinary holy light spells to disrupt the orderly flow of the abyss power."

"Of course, this situation was definitely within Yarrow Garner's expectations. Ordinary holy light spells will certainly have limited effect on him, but they should be able to interfere with those abyssal powers to some extent..."

No, Yarrow hadn't anticipated this situation at all.

With Yaro's own strength insufficient, he had neither the will nor the resources to defend against this or that!
The pursuit of magic is—to unleash the ultimate power!

Despite this, when Ian pointed this out, Yaro understood something even more.

—With the records of the academy's battles so widely circulated, even Ian, an ordinary intermediate apprentice, could see the flaws. How could others not see them?

Although Ian is a 'die-hard fan' of 'Yarlo Garner' and will study the Record Stone for a long time after obtaining it, wouldn't those wanted people also study it for a long time?

A variety of thoughts raced through Yaro's mind. He then suppressed his emotions and focused on the letter in his hand. Soon, his attention was drawn to a particular passage.

"...However, I found a way to make amends!"

What are the ways to make amends?
What will it be?
"...I'll keep the specific method a secret for now. I'll go to Harvey's shop to buy some materials, and once I've successfully made it, I'll show you the finished product!"

The writing abruptly stops here, but after a short gap, a small paragraph is added below:
“Since you have created the title of ‘Dancer Under the Moon’ using the sacred name ‘Yaro,’ I will definitely not fall behind!”

"Half a month! Give me half a month!"

"We'll meet at the market in two weeks. I'll take you to a monster-infested area in the Dark Plains, where I'll show you—Gana's power!"

Below that is a simple line drawing of a clenched fist, perfectly capturing the fighting spirit of 'Ghana'... Ian.

Yaro sighed softly, folded the letter back into the envelope, and then didn't know what to do with it.

After thinking for a moment, he simply activated the heat-melting technique and set the letter on fire.

(End of this chapter)