Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 296 Encounter

The girl's slender, fair arms were twisted at an odd angle behind her, and her delicate, alluring body was also visible.

—It doesn't look like it could cause any harm at all.

"My lord, she...she's an evil witch! She can kill without using her hands!"

The young soldiers explained why they were afraid.

He wasn't just talking nonsense; the heavily armored soldiers still wailing and the wounded and dead left behind along the way were all excellent examples.

Those people were all killed by various trees, but none of them were injured by the girl's hand.

"A witch? Someone who can kill without using her hands?"

Benson Knight kicked the green-haired girl, who was lying helplessly on the ground, without any mercy.

pat!

The girl's delicate body rolled around in the water stains mixed with horse manure and blood, her arms swaying like willow branches in the wind, following the weak movements of her body.

Even so, those bright eyes were still filled with hatred.

"Speak!" Ignoring the pain on her beautiful face, Sir Benson leaned down and coldly demanded, "Why did you attack us!"

"..."

The girl seemed to understand his question, staring with her eerie green eyes and muttering some strange language.

"She's definitely cursing us!" a soldier said in horror.

Another soldier quickly chimed in, "Sir, kill her quickly!"

"Yes, we also need to bleed her left foot and mix the blood with white cow dung to smear all over her body!"

"How terrifying! Why do monsters like witches exist in this world!"

Just as everyone was condemning the outcry, a somewhat dissenting voice hesitantly spoke up:

“Um… sir, what she was saying… seemed to be the language from the other side of the mountain.”

Sir Benson ignored the other soldiers, turned to the young soldier, and coldly asked, "Can you understand?"

The young soldier glanced around, a shy blush creeping onto his face. He shrank back and whispered:
“I… I’ve learned a few words, and she just said the word ‘deer’… As for the rest, I couldn’t make out the words.”

The soldiers were immediately in an uproar.

"She's definitely cursing us with the soul of a deer!"

"Little Mir, thanks to you!"

"What should we do now?"

"We've killed all those stupid deer that didn't know how to run away, and now we have no more deer blood to use!"

"I wonder if these deer hides can break the curse? There was too much deer meat, and it's all burned."

"Why did you suggest burning all the venison back then? You could have kept it for the serfs!"

"Bah! Those lowly bastards have no right to eat venison!"

……

"enough!"

Knight Benson, too tired to listen to this ridiculous conversation any longer, asked his personal guard, "Are the little elves alright?"

The bodyguard stepped forward and whispered, "The first one escaped in the chaos. As for the three we found later, you already sent them back by fast horse. They should still be on their way."

"That's good."

Sir Benson pondered for a moment, then turned back and continued to order: "Go find an iron cage and lock this so-called witch up. I will personally guard her." "The rest of you go and take stock of the wounded."

"Also, go and see which carriages are still usable. Those strange stones that encased the elves must be treasures; we must take them all back."

"If there aren't enough carriages, discard the deerskins and free up the carriages that haul them."

The bodyguard hesitated, "But those deerskins are quite valuable! It would be such a waste to just throw them away."

These deer hides, left untreated, will inevitably attract animals to graze on them.

Even if no animals come to eat them, these untreated furs will still become tattered and broken after a few days of wind and rain.

The minor injuries on his body had no effect on Knight Benson, who said calmly, "Follow my instructions! Understand?"

"Understood!" The bodyguard stood up straight and replied loudly.

"Go."

The bodyguard began to relay orders step by step, while the Knight Benson stepped on the girl, wary of any move she might make, and at the same time changed his breathing rhythm to begin healing the minor injuries in his body.

In truth, he didn't know whether the green-haired girl was a witch, nor could he guarantee whether she could unleash a curse.

But whether the girl is or isn't, whether she can or can't, the Benson Knights aren't afraid!
What good is it if a weakling who is defeated by him can unleash a curse?
His master, Viscount Corey, was also able to contact many powerful wizards!
Sir Benson had not forgotten the instructions given by Viscount Corey.

For Viscount Corey, what mattered most were those things with extraordinary power, rather than simply how much gold he could acquire.

Gold coins alone... Viscount Corey has plenty!
"A witch who can cast spells like this must be quite valuable, right?"

"And how much reward can we expect from the Viscount?"

"Hopefully it won't just be simple gold coins anymore!"

"If possible... I'd like another bottle of that mysterious potion!"

"So...my son, Feriy Benson, can also become a knight!"

"If this continues, the name 'Benson' will surely be passed down as a noble surname!"

Just as Knight Benson, filled with lofty aspirations and imagining a bright future, a piercing whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

"What it is?"

The busy soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked up curiously.

None of the people present had ever heard this strange sound before—not even Knight Benson.

Just as the Knight Benson looked up, he didn't notice that the girl on the ground suddenly moved.

……

The route from the Tree Spirit Territory to Perrin Manor only crosses the edge of the Viscount's territory, and apart from a few scattered small villages, there are not many traces of human activity.

That's why Yaro quickly noticed the convoy on the ground, which had suffered heavy casualties.

"Huh? The keepsake is getting hot!"

Even without opening the emerald green leaves, Yaro knew that he must have received some kind of message.

If not in the forest, the emerald green stone can only receive the information sent by the white deer when it is very close.

In other words... Bai Lu is very likely down there!
"alert!"

A heavily armored soldier below shouted sharply, and the atmosphere among the curious onlookers immediately became tense. They raised their various weapons and quickly gathered together.

With just this one action, Yaro was certain that this was a well-trained, regular army!
Ordinary militia members could not possibly be trained to this level!

Normally, nobles wouldn't train the cannon fodder they summoned to perform such seemingly insignificant emergency combat maneuvers!
(End of this chapter)