Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 350 He really is
At this point, anyone who doesn't say a few words seems out of place.

The situation is unclear, and their strength is not great. It is precisely the time when they need to band together. Naturally, they dare not be excluded by this small group. So, one person said one thing, another said another. Gradually, the denunciation turned into insults, and the refugees began to vent their suppressed emotions.

"It's people like you who have ruined the village!"

"So many people died in the village, why don't you just die too!"

"It must be the monster you attracted, otherwise why didn't you die when so many people in the village died?"

"The son she's carrying must have died a long time ago. She's been using that dead man to lure the monster over!"

"Perhaps her so-called son is actually a monster!"

If they weren't so hungry, someone might have already made a move.

Aunt Sam had never seen anything like this before. Her eyes turned red, and she was so frightened by the harsh words that she kept backing away, stammering, "No...no...it wasn't me!"

“My son wasn’t a monster. He died this morning. He hadn’t eaten anything for three days. He starved to death today. I could feel it when he died.”

"He kept telling me he was hungry, saying he was hungry, and so on... sob sob... sob sob..."

Asking a mother to describe the specific process of her son's death would be as cruel and painful as repeatedly committing suicide.

Unfortunately, people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

When Aunt Sam spoke her heartfelt words, the others only found it noisy, thought she was just playing the victim, and thought she was exploiting their sympathy.

"Shut up, you wretched witch!"

"You witch, you're definitely trying to kill us all!"

Harry looked around at the people in confusion. His previous actions were just a momentary inspiration, but he never expected that a small word would have such a big impact, even bringing such a big trouble to his few relatives.

Just then, a gentle voice came from behind: "Excuse me, may I ask... where is your village located?"

The onlookers parted to both sides, and a handsome young man walked against the flow of traffic.

He had a head of refreshing blond hair, healthy tan skin, wore a well-fitting, simple leather armor, and a pair of metal boots covered with strange patterns.

An elderly villager glanced at the greatsword on the boy's back, then bent down and secretly examined the footprints left by the boy. A hint of fear flashed across his face. He stepped forward and forced a fawning smile: "What is your name, sir? What business do you have with our village?"

"Yes, my name is Yue, and I am a demon hunter. I just heard you say that there are monsters here?" The boy smiled, his attitude as gentle as his name.

This is actually Yaro.

"Moon" was just a pseudonym he used.

"The Witcher?!"

The expressions of those around him changed drastically, a hint of disgust flashing in their eyes, yet their attitudes inexplicably turned fearful.

“Yes, the Witcher.” Yaro stood with his arms crossed, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Haha, this joke isn't very good..." Looking at Yaro's calm, still eyes, the old villager's voice grew softer and softer. After coughing a few times, he rubbed his hands nervously, grinned with a mouthful of black teeth, and said with a smirk, "You... are you joking?"

The old villager looked around, as if searching for courage, or perhaps explaining to those around him: "I've seen many demon hunters. Those demon hunters look particularly terrifying. Lord Yue is so strong and handsome, he's definitely not one of those monster demon hunters."

The Witcher's peculiar appearance and eccentric temperament, coupled with the persistent smear campaigns by some individuals, have long since tarnished the group's reputation among the public.

"By the way, Lord Yue, you mean... you're here to hunt monsters, right?" 'Monster hunter' is a compound word, and its pronunciation is somewhat similar to the phrase 'monster hunter'.

After the old villager finished speaking, the people around him carefully examined Yaro's appearance and nodded in unison.

The people of the Earl's territory were generally familiar with the Witcher's highly recognizable appearance.

Just as the old villagers said, judging from Yaro's appearance, he was a handsome 'ordinary person' who had nothing to do with a witcher.

Yaro knew this, of course, having witnessed the Witcher's peculiar appearance firsthand.

He didn't offer any further explanation, but casually snapped his fingers, and a faint sphere of light appeared out of thin air.

"I am a witcher. Oh, right, you mentioned witches earlier? I am also a wizard, perhaps—you can call me a male wizard?"

Yaro chuckled, glanced at the women who were turning away, then turned to the astonished crowd, saying with a half-smile, "By the way... where's the monster you were talking about? I can't see it."

Women are just monsters they've framed.

As for Yaro... in everyone's eyes, he was truly a monster!

The old villager's face changed drastically. He knelt down with a thud and, without pausing, immediately wailed, "Witcher, you've finally returned! We've been waiting for you for so long!"

The stunned refugees finally realized what was happening and immediately chimed in.

"Yes, yes, you must save us!"

"Right behind us... monsters are chasing us! And our village is now full of monsters!"

"Witcher, we've finally been waiting for you!"

Thump, thump—!
In just a moment, a large number of people around them had knelt down.

Little Harry stared blankly at the dramatic face-changing spectacle; a moment's inspiration was not enough for him to understand the situation.

"Your village is full of monsters? Who's willing to take me there?" Yaro pretended to realize something, looking around as if he were choosing someone.

The refugees who had been shouting just moments before fell silent, each lowering their heads as if afraid that Yaro would notice them.

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain; they have long believed that witchers are monsters, so how could they dare to "walk into the tiger's den"?

Yaro feigned hesitation as he looked at the leading old villager: "You..."

"No, no, sir, I... am old and my legs are not good. I'm afraid I... cannot help you."

Yaro then looked at the young man beside him.

The young man's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying, "I...I can't leave. Yes...I still have to stay here to protect the villagers."

Yaro looked at them one by one, but the villagers always managed to come up with various excuses.

Looking at the imposing Yaro, Little Harry felt a surge of emotion and blurted out, "I! Lord Yaro! I'll take you there!"

“You?” Yaro coldly sized up little Harry, noticing his blank eyes. After a few seconds, he suddenly sneered, “Where did this kid come from? Go play somewhere else.”

The old villager perked up and quickly spoke up for the child: "Master Yue, little Harry can do it! He's been very smart since he was little, he'll definitely remember the way he came!"

(End of this chapter)