Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 226 Meditation
Claire must complete the ceremony of pledging allegiance to Countess Ilinda in public before Viscount Corey can react.

After discussing with Yarrow, Claire decided to take only a small number of elite soldiers, don the heavy armor of the remaining soldiers in the castle, and continue their journey under the cover of night.

As a price for wearing that heavy armor, from now until one year later, the castle will belong to Yarrow.

The others were temporarily housed in Perrin Castle.

Yaro had no problem with it, and he wouldn't need the extra heavy armor anyway.

With such a large castle and those servants, things will be much easier to do later.

However, there is one point that Yaro intends to clarify beforehand.

"You're renting the castle to me for a year, which means that during that period, I'm the owner of the castle, right?"

“Yes.” Claire nodded, puzzled, not quite understanding why Yaro wanted to bring it up again.

Yarrow looked at Claire, emphasizing his words, and said earnestly, "I hope you can make this clear to your servants, your guards, and especially your son! I don't like anyone in my house interfering in my affairs!"

A baron's son who dares to skip breakfast and slam the door shut when receiving guests—he doesn't seem like a kind person at all.

Claire lowered her head humbly: "Bevan's teacher, powerful wizard, I assure you, your will will be unimpeded within the castle!"

He adopted a very humble attitude, but spoke very cautiously, only mentioning that Aro's will could move freely within the castle.

It neither summarizes the territory of Perrin nor says that Yarrow is the owner of the castle.

Perhaps he was also worried that Yaro would usurp Perrin's territory and refuse to leave.

Ignoring Claire's ulterior motives, Yarrow picked up the Fiery Greatsword stuck in the ground and walked toward the castle, leaving behind the words, "I hope so."

Claire stared silently at the dark hole where the greatsword had been withdrawn, lost in thought for a moment.

……

Since he was powerless to intervene, Yaro simply returned to the second floor of the castle.

First, he put the heavily armored vehicles in the armory, which had been modified to a near-complete state, into his spatial ring. Then, carrying the strange candle he had crafted, he drove away the shadowy creatures on the second floor, one by one, into the stairwell.

After finishing all these tasks, he found a private room in the guest room, turned the doorplate around to indicate that the room was occupied, cleaned the dust off the bed, and then sat down, holding the fire-melting stone left over from the smelting process, and began to meditate to recover.

……

Thought space.

The blue and yellow lights flickered slightly, constantly emanating abundant magic, while the remaining red lights were extremely weak and did not flash even once for a long time.

As Yaro meditated, a small amount of spiritual energy gradually flowed into his consciousness space, and under his control, it was immediately channeled into the fire-type light spot.

This spiritual power was like an electric current, activating the 'factory' of fire magic. The fire spirit light gradually flickered, and the fire-melting stone tightly gripped in the arm emitted a faint red light, releasing droplets of fire element. The detected spiritual power quickly captured it and integrated it into the mind space along the arm.

As red dots of light gradually appeared in the mind space, they quickly merged into the flickering fire spirit dots, merging with the attribute-less spiritual power within them and gradually becoming new fire magic.

Just as muscle strength requires sugar, mental strength comes from the brain and the nutrients in the body.

Therefore, meditation cannot replace sleep to restore mental energy, especially when the body is very tired. At this time, not only will the generation of mental energy slow down, but the more you meditate, the more tired your body will become.

However, compared to his own safety, a little fatigue was not unacceptable. Once his fire magic power had recovered to about half, Yaro stopped trying and immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The night grew deeper.

During this process, Claire led the Perrin estate to the castle, had several trusted men don heavy armor, and without lingering, rode off on one of the few scaly horses and disappeared back into the night.

During this process, a soldier with a missing arm nervously made his way home in the dark.

During this process, the Earl's mansion in Ilinda was filled with singing and dancing, but who knows how many intrigues and conspiracies were brewing within it.

While Yaro slept soundly, countless stories unfolded in the world, countless fierce battles took place, and countless tales of love and hate were born.

One night... without dreams.

When the starving Yaro opened his eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky, and the sound of washing echoed all around him, indicating that there were many people cleaning together.

"It's a brand new day!"

Breathing in the cool air, Yaro stretched comfortably, straightened the wrinkles in his clothes, and strode towards the door of his room.

As soon as his hand touched the dusty wooden bolt, Yaro paused for a moment, his ear twitched slightly, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, and then he opened the door.

"Lord Yaro, good morning... good afternoon."

In the narrow corridor between guest rooms, Bader greeted everyone with an embarrassed expression.

Judging from Bard's thick arms and his usual words and actions, he was just an ordinary bodyguard, who had not received any formal etiquette training, let alone formal butler education.

But at this moment, he was dressed in a brand-new short-tailed black suit, and a black rope was comically tied around his thick neck... Well, although I don't want to admit it, and it's hard to tell, judging from the position, it should be a poorly tied bow tie.

Her hands, clad in pristine white gloves, were awkwardly placed on her abdomen, even shifting up and down.

It was as if he was looking for a place that conformed to etiquette, but it was also more like a portly businessman gently rubbing his belly with satisfaction after a meal.

Yaro turned his head away, unable to bear looking at him, and asked, forcing back a laugh, "What are you doing standing here dressed like this?"

"Is your outfit strange? The old butler dresses like this!" Bard, who was already feeling uncomfortable, glanced at his clothes. After Yaro said that, he didn't know what to do with his hands, and he rubbed them even faster.

"Put your hands down when you talk!" Yaro said with a sullen laugh.

Bud froze, gesturing wildly, completely at a loss for what to do.

Yaro rubbed his temples, looking exasperated, and walked straight around to the outside, asking, "Can you explain to me why you're dressed like this?"

Bard hurriedly followed behind Yarrow and explained, "Baron Claire was worried that the other servants might offend you, so last night he promoted me to butler. From now on, you can give me any orders you may have."

"Butler? Can you be one?" Yaro paused, looking behind him in surprise at Bard, who was hunched over and had a humble attitude.

From other perspectives, Bard is indeed a good candidate.

First, he had traveled with Yaro before and knew him well. He had also seen Yaro in action and knew that Yaro was powerful.

He was Claire's personal bodyguard, and the other servants had seen him and knew his status. If he were to order Bud to be promoted to butler in front of everyone, it would be enough to keep the other servants in check.

The problem is, a butler is not just a servant!
(End of this chapter)