Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 195 Departure (Thank you for your support!)

"The reason why a conch can make the sound of the ocean is because it is in the ocean. The ocean makes sounds all the time, and these sounds move the conch, causing it to resonate."

"Resonance is like a lady wearing a corset. After the waist has been constrained for a long time, it will become the same size as the corset. After a conch has stayed on the beach for a long time, the sound contained in it will naturally become closer to the sound of the sea."

"My stone conch shell is made by human intervention, mimicking the power of the ocean over millions of years, so that it has the same effect as a real conch shell."

"Isn't something so rare a work of art?"

"Isn't it worth a gold coin?"

……

Yaro is definitely talking nonsense.

The reason why seashells can produce the "sound of the sea" has little to do with resonance. As long as the internal structure is similar, any similar object can produce the so-called "sound of the sea".

After all, as long as the voice is deep enough, slight differences will naturally be ignored when there is no comparison.

But... a gold coin isn't expensive at all. The young man readily paid and took the exquisite 'work of art,' which also provided Yaro with crucial start-up capital.

Yaro must hurry and build a hang glider so he can get away from here as soon as possible.

After purchasing a large amount of linen and replenishing his food supply in his spatial ring, Yaro ran out of the city, cut down trees outside the city, and began to make a glider. While working, he also sorted out his thoughts.

"Although I have been walking for three days, I have not used the pendant's flight magic to travel this distance. Walking on the ground will definitely leave a scent, and the pursuers will surely be able to find the direction I left in."

"This way, we can lure the pursuers here."

This was certainly not Yarrow's final destination.

He had already decided where he wanted to go—some cities around Wenger Wizarding Academy.

"I am only a junior apprentice right now, so I need to continue to improve my strength. Getting closer to Wenger Wizarding Academy is just to see if I can get some news about my mother by luck. I won't actively inquire about it."

"Even if there is no news, it doesn't matter. After a year, when the negative effects of the Siren Potion have disappeared, I will quietly board the ship and go back to ask my grandfather if he knows anything."

However, there is still one problem.

"Should we pull off another big heist, spread the word that we're heading this way, and make the pursuers completely ignore the other directions?"

do you need?

Yaro secretly assessed his current strength...

With the Fire-Melting Stones replenished for the main Fire Greatsword, all Fire Sword Techniques can now be used.

The lead-iron heavy armor was damaged, and the most magic attack he could use was 'Wind Spreads Feathers'. However, he had not yet completely cleansed the residual abyssal power in his body. If he used magic attack again, the consequences would be even more unpredictable.

The bombs... are all used up.

"I am the God of War with money. With money comes power. But my current power has fallen to its lowest point. I don't even know if I can beat a senior apprentice, let alone a formal wizard."

Little did Yaro know that Bosco had taken the blame for him.

It's unclear why his wanted amount is in such an awkward position—formal wizards don't care, but advanced apprentices are crazy about it.

"The Jungle House sent people to the Silent Forest to investigate. Starting from the nearest academy, it will take about a day."

"Those who are investigating can immediately report the information to the Jungle House, and then the Jungle House will issue a warrant, which will be directly transmitted to the various colleges."

"But if they want to find themselves, they must return to the Silent Forest and start the pursuit from where they left off."

"And then there's the flight speed of a fully-fledged wizard... three days!"

Three days is the limit; the formal wizards chasing behind are definitely not far away!

"Yaro... stay calm, don't be reckless!" The thought of dozens of fierce-looking official wizards behind him made Yaro subconsciously speed up his movements.

First, remove all the damaged cushioning structures inside the armor.

Then, using the hot molten stone from the spare Fiery Greatsword, the ruined armor was melted into liquid.

Hollow out the prepared wooden stick from the middle, soak it in water to wet it, and then pour in all the lead-containing molten metal.

After several attempts, the main structure of the hang glider was quickly completed.

Then comes the construction of the main body of the hang glider.

Take out the previously removed buffer structure and use the residual heat of the Fiery Greatsword to gradually melt it.

The cushioning structure of the lead-iron heavy armor is mainly made of carbon-doped fish glue. After it is completely dissolved, whole pieces of linen are put into it to soak it thoroughly. Then it is spread out and flattened, and it is ready when it cools down.

Then comes assembly.

Once assembled, under the cover of night and aided by the flight spell within the pendant, Yaro quietly ascended into the air.

……

Yakin Empire.

The once bustling village is now silent, with countless heads of varying sizes piled up in the center of the open space in a strange manner.

Grooves were etched into the soft earth, thick blood flowed slowly within them, a thin mist of blood permeated the air, and wisps of dark fog emanated from them.

A strange figure draped in a black robe was inhaling the black mist with a look of enjoyment on his face. His body swelled and throbbed like a heartbeat, and his blood swished. Various strange demonic phantoms roared behind him.

In the shadows not far away, pairs of eyes watched all of this with expressionless eyes.

A clear voice hesitated before speaking: "Are we... just going to keep indulging him like this?"

"Any questions?"

The leader was a mature woman in her thirties. She puffed on a cigarette and narrowed her eyes as she said, "Since Yarrow Garna can use the power of the abyss, his perception of that power must be quite high. Moreover, since he killed the academy instructor because of his apprentice, he will definitely be attracted by the actions of the abyss sorcerer—this is our best bait."

"Does fishing require worrying about the bait being too active?"

So—why stop it?

“But…” The young boy lowered his head, unable to bear it any longer. After a moment’s hesitation, he came up with a reason, “The more blood sacrifices this abyss warlock makes, the deeper his connection with the abyss will become, and the stronger the abyss power he can draw upon. If this continues, we might not be his match, right?”

"Stronger?" The mature woman extinguished the light at her fingertips and chuckled lightly. "Isn't that even better?"

"Let them fight until they're both badly injured, then we can reap the benefits."

The mature woman glanced at the young man and said, "Instead of worrying about that kind of thing, you should look around more."

The little boy looked around at the silence with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with my surroundings?"

An old man with a hunched back, wearing a gray robe embroidered with skulls, chuckled loudly: "Haven't you noticed that there are other people hiding around here?"

"You don't really think that you and Yaro are the only ones who still have a sense of justice?"

"Didn't you ever wonder why no one stopped him after all this time?"

"Moreover, it's not just this abyss warlock. Haven't you heard about the rampage caused by other abyssal creatures during this period?"

“We’re not the only ones fishing.”

(End of this chapter)