Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 433 Information Harvest
"He wouldn't even dare to kill you directly, so how could he attack your father and even let you notice?"

Yaro had to point this out.

If we continue to go along with the deception, Ian will definitely cause trouble, and the so-called house arrest will naturally not stop him.

But if we let him rush out, things will get complicated.

"But...but! What is he trying to do?!" Ian pulled at his hair, looking extremely agitated.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they take root.

Moreover, Ian was already hostile to Morton.

"No!" Ian suddenly looked up, stood up, and was about to walk out of the house: "I want to ask him face to face!"

precisely!

Yaro tapped the shredded paper on the table: "Just like with the armor, he won't admit it, what can you do?"

Ian paused, then blurted out, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Yaro frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "First of all, you can't show yourself. If you do, it might arouse his suspicion. If he hides some key information, it will be difficult for us to find the truth."

us?

Ian turned his head, his face showing surprise and delight, and said, "Yarlo, you're willing to help me?"

"Don't call me Yaro, call me Yue!"

Yaro retorted, then chuckled, "You're my creditor, and I'm still waiting for you to find traces of high-value monsters."

"Don't worry, Yaro, I will definitely keep this in mind!"

After Ian finished speaking with great confidence, he walked back a few steps and asked anxiously, "Yarlo, what are you going to do?"

“‘Moon’ is going to investigate the situation first; we can’t frame someone without cause.” Yaro rolled his eyes and revealed his true purpose.

"How do we investigate?" Ian asked quickly.

Yaro revealed his true intentions: "Tell me what you know about Morton's abnormal behavior."

……

The weather on the Dark Plains is unpredictable. When Yaro arrived, the sky was clear and blue, but by the time he stepped outside, a light drizzle had begun to fall.

The ground was wet with rain, turning a deep black. Drops of crystal-clear water rolled into the low-lying areas, gathering into small, clear puddles.

pat!

The shiny black leather boots moved with mechanical steps, calmly stepping over puddles. Before the puddles could even splash, they were pulled back by an invisible force.

The clean puddle turned dark brown, murky and viscous, like bloodstains on leather armor.

But soon, a brightly colored carpet covered the puddle.

"Mr. Yue, please get in the car."

The coachman, wearing a raincoat, respectfully opened his umbrella.

Arro was not surprised, Morton had said before that he would leave the carriage outside.

The decorations were still simple yet sophisticated, and Yaro sat down in his previous spot once again.

With a slight sway, the carriage set off again.

The coachman was a very skilled driver; he drove smoothly even on flooded roads.

Yaro leaned against a fur sofa made of some unknown wild animal, listening to the patter of rain, and sorted through his gains. These gains weren't material, but rather the various kinds of information he had acquired.

It can be basically divided into three parts.

First: Six locations where monsters may appear, their specific routes, and issues to be aware of along the way.

Although the road is winding and twisting, seemingly taking a longer route, it contains the wisdom of countless generations of the Ian family's survival.

Second: The design concept of the wind-type battle armor, and some intact pieces of paper from the design drawings.

Since Yaro already had experience in designing and manufacturing the Phoenix Armor, and with Ian's careful explanation, even though some of the paper was missing, Yaro was confident that he could make a simplified version.

This means that an "auto-battle" structure cannot be constructed without 'magic stone bone powder' and without puppet knowledge.

The cost is approximately 500 magic stones. If we take into account the potential waste of materials on the first attempt, we need to prepare at least 600 magic stones.

Although it is indeed cheaper than what Ian made, it is still not something that Yaro can rely on right now.

Third: Morton's activity trajectory.

There are five pastures for the Ghost Orchid. Similar to crop rotation, Morton will drive the Ghost Orchid to one of the pastures every three to six months, depending on the fertility of the soil in each pasture.

The ghostly orchids outside Crocodile Valley were recently driven away.

Morton usually stays in his assigned residence in the pastoral area for studying and meditation.

Aside from that, his life is quite carefree. He frequently attends various gatherings, is generous, enjoys making friends, and likes to help the weak.

Ian understood this as raising a private army with ulterior motives, but Yaro knew that this might be the origin of human sacrifice.

Gatherings are frequent, but without special connections, it's impossible to know the exact time and place, and it's very difficult to sneak in.

But as Morton's 'good' brother, Ian knew one more detail.

After each new pasture is relocated, Morton always makes time to visit the market inside the Dark Plains.

According to Morton, this was a potion to replenish the nutrients of Ghost Orchid, but he would also bring back some "friends" who were "tired of killing" along the way, and then Morton would personally "send" them away.

Well, Ian didn't know exactly which way those people left, but he never saw them again after that.

Perhaps because he knew Morton was performing human sacrifices, Yaro was very puzzled as to why so many people would fall for such a clumsy lie.

How many years has Morton been in charge of Ghost Garden?

Five years!

How many people can be "sent away" from the market in five years?
Do they not have any interpersonal relationships within the Dark Plains?
Has no one ever wondered why the people Morton 'sent' away have disappeared without a trace?

As Yaro was pondering Morton's question, he suddenly caught a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Clear and pure, like the fragrance of flowers but not ostentatious, like the fragrance of musk but not seductive, just like the upright and peaceful clivia, isolated from the world, yet still gentle to people.

Being with it feels like escaping the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving your mind clear and refreshed, a truly intoxicating experience.

For some reason, Yaro suddenly thought of Morton, and that face radiating a gentle smile.

"It smells like Morton's perfume? I wonder if he bought it or made it himself, it really smells wonderful!"

"Morton is already very good-looking, and he dresses so well, he must have a lot of girls who like him, right?"

Leaning back in the soft, comfortable leather chair, I savor the faint fragrance in the air and listen to the patter of raindrops on the car's side...

Yaro's consciousness drifted away, his whole being in a state between sleep and wakefulness, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)