Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 234 Letter (Fifth Update)
Temperatures plummeted, dropping to freezing point in just three days.

Every morning, a thin layer of ice would form on the surface of the water tank, and the cold, dry air engulfed the entire castle.

The fireplaces in all the main rooms were lit, consuming a huge amount of wood every day. Without any preparation, the wood reserves were becoming increasingly insufficient, so Dylan had to send a large number of servants every day to collect the dry shrubs and messy scrap wood around the castle.

This will not only provide timber but also clear away surrounding debris, preparing for the expansion and reconstruction of the outdoor manor and servants' quarters the following year. It will also remove the shadows that surround the area, preventing shadow monsters from suddenly approaching and attacking.

Since Yaro later crafted some more trumpet lamps, the servants had basically experienced using the trumpet lamps to dispel and eliminate shadows. With the shadows in the castle basically cleared away, although the servants still didn't know what shadows were, they had all overcome their unfounded fear of shadows and regarded them only as venomous snakes. They were now able to carry out normal life activities.

Of course, the negative effect is that they become increasingly superstitious about the 'magic lamp'.

Many people even confidently claimed that after being exposed to the "magic lamp," their headaches and backaches disappeared, minor illnesses like colds and fevers were cured, and long-standing ailments subsided significantly.

When Yaro first heard about this, he was both amused and exasperated. He added a ring of mirrors around the candlestick to focus the light, wondering how he could not have known it could have so many functions.
Will it actually work?

As long as they have enough faith, it will inevitably have some effect.

The effect is like a placebo prescribed by a doctor; the more you believe in it, the better it seems.

So Aro went with them.

It's good to take photos of yourself more often, whether you have something to do or not. This can maintain the placebo effect, reduce the pain of many symptoms, eliminate panic, and effectively prevent the shadow from invading again.

However, Yarrow's indulgence led the servants to another thought: if so many 'magic lamps' had such an effect, what about the unique 'magic mirror'?

How powerful will the 'Magic Mirror' be?
These rumors also gave rise to many thoughts in someone's mind.

……

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most beautiful girl in this castle?"

Heri, who was demanding the 'magic mirror' back, carefully stroked the smooth mirror on the table with her good hand, repeating the 'incantation' she had heard from others.

Looking at the still unresponsive mirror, Heri pouted her slightly chubby lips and muttered somewhat dejectedly, "It's called a magic mirror, so why isn't it working?"

Heri was rescued by the wizard, and she received excellent treatment in the castle. With sufficient rest and nutrition, her once dry red hair gradually became fuller, and her complexion improved significantly.

Otherwise, she wouldn't dare ask the 'magic mirror' such a question.

"Go to Lord Yaro's laboratory and ask him directly!"

The moment the thought popped into Heri's mind, she immediately picked up the glasses, got up, and left the warm guest room.

Yaro's laboratory was located in the former armory. After the deputy butler, Dylan, arranged for people to tidy up the clutter inside, Yaro spent most of his time there in the past few days as the weather turned cold. Even his meals were brought in by servants.

The guest room wasn't far from the armory, but when Heri reached the armory door, she hesitated.

In recent days, Yaro has been making minor modifications and adjustments to the heavy armor of the soldiers that he smelted earlier. In essence, there is no danger. However, since the armory has been set up as a laboratory, some rules naturally need to be established as soon as possible.

Although Yaro did not tell her that she was not allowed to enter the laboratory, he did have his deputy butler Dylan convey the order that she was not allowed to enter the laboratory unless it was for important business, and that the laboratory did not need to be managed by anyone else.

Although Heri was bold, she did not want to disobey any of Yaro's orders.

The corridor had many open balconies for better lighting. Heri, who had just stepped out of the warm guest room, couldn't help but shiver and curled up, hugging the cold mirror.

Yes, she was prepared to wait for the servants to arrive with dinner, at which point she could carry the food inside.

Heri, curled up, looked up at the sky: "It's getting dark, it shouldn't be long before we see it, right?"

Even curled up, clutching the icy lenses, Heri felt no warmth whatsoever. Her frail body trembled as she waited expectantly.

In winter, it gets dark earlier. In this era of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, the early darkness in winter naturally indicates that dinner time will be earlier.

Before Heri could warm the cold lenses in her arms, a steady thud sounded beside her.

"Huh, Heri?" The voice that came out was not the servant Heri had expected, but a familiar one.

"Young Master Bevan?"

Heryl quickly stood up, but even after squatting for only a moment, her legs went numb from the cold air, and she staggered involuntarily, only to be caught by the sharp-eyed Bevan.

Noticing the glasses in Heri's arms, Bevin couldn't help but smile gently.

Considering that Belin could sense shadow creatures and had already begun absorbing shadow energy, Yaro had explained many of the properties of shadow creatures to him over the past few days.

Bevan thus learned that what Heri was holding was actually just an ordinary glass mirror.

Once he was sure Heri was steady, Bevin gentlemanly released her, took a half-step back, and asked softly, "What are you doing squatting here with the magic... mirror in your arms?"

After learning the true nature of the mirror, Bevan simply couldn't bring himself to utter the words "magic mirror."

Heri, being young, didn't mind Bevan's help. She lightly stomped her numb legs and said casually, "The servants all said that the magic mirror has magical powers. I wanted to ask Lord Yaro about it, but Lord Yaro had already given the order, so I didn't go in directly."

Bevin glanced at the glasses that Heri was clutching tightly, pondered for a moment, then looked up and smiled, "At this time, Professor Yaro would be resting. Let me take you inside."

"Is it really possible?"

Heryl was overjoyed and cheered, "That's wonderful, thank you, Young Master Bevin!"

Looking at Heri, who had regained her vitality, Bevin smiled gently beneath her smooth chestnut hair, giving Heri the feeling of a caring older sister, which made her momentarily dazed.

Bevan smiled and nodded, saying, "Let's go."

Led by Bevan, Hery skipped along, but she also kept to the rules, only looking at things she was curious about without touching them.

This was, after all, just a minor baron's armory, and the interior space wasn't large. Led by Bevan, the two quickly arrived at the innermost laboratory.

Various materials are scattered here, and in the very center there is a fire pit. Some strange stones are piled up in the fire pit, emitting a faint red light that completely dispels the chill emanating from the bluestone and releases flickering flames.

Beside the strange campfire, a set of smoothly curved armor was performing various movements, as if testing its flexibility. Upon seeing the familiar face above the armor, Heri quickly bowed and respectfully greeted, "Lord Yaro."

“Teacher.” Following Yaro’s instructions, Bevan awkwardly placed his palm lightly under his shoulder.

Yaro had just turned around when he was taken aback.

Why is Heri here?

Noticing the lens in Heri's arms, Yaro had a few guesses in his mind.

"Right here in the castle, there's no need to bow and scrape back and forth."

Yaro waved his hand casually, turned to look at Heri, and asked in confusion, "Is there something you need?"

Heri said somewhat nervously, "Lord Yaro, I...I want to ask about this magic mirror..."

As expected, Yaro chuckled before she could finish speaking, "The purpose of this magic mirror is simply to reflect sunlight and eliminate shadow monsters. It has no other function, so don't worry about it."

"Huh?" Heri looked up in surprise.

Yaro joked, "If it really has other amazing effects, I wouldn't keep it a secret, would I?"

Heryl finally believed it completely, and her face immediately fell.

A magic mirror with only one side has the same effect as a 'magic lamp' with many other lamps?
The magic lamp can be used when it's not very bright, or even when it's dark, but the magic mirror only works when it's sunny. In comparison, the magic mirror is not even as good as the magic lamp!
Upon learning this news, one can imagine how frustrated Heri was.

Having already known the news, Bevan looked at the little girl's frustrated expression with amusement and gently advised, "Alright, if there's nothing else, go back to sleep early. Your hand injury hasn't healed yet, you need to rest more."

Bevan learned from Yaro the theory of 'ignorance is non-existence,' and knowing that with Heri present, Yaro couldn't say many things.

Heri tightened her grip on the cold glasses in her arms, looked up at the smiling Yaro, and the events of a few days ago flashed through her mind again, and the courage she had shown back then surged up once more.

I will illuminate the shadow beneath Lord Yarrow's feet!
Heri suddenly looked up, mustered her courage, and said, "Lord Yaro, may I also learn...?"

But seeing Yaro's bright eyes, Heli felt a strange panic: "Um... I don't have to study, but can I come here every day? I can clean... and move things... I... I'm very strong..."

Herri became increasingly incoherent, and eventually she herself no longer knew what she was saying.

Seeing the increasingly anxious little girl in front of him, Yaro quickly reassured her, "Okay, okay, I understand."

Heri did not test her own energy attributes, so even if she wanted to learn, there were many things she couldn't learn.

However, Heri's words gave Yaro some other ideas.

"Much of my knowledge from my past life is not mysterious. Could you teach her and guide her to develop in that direction?"

Yaro considered researching mobile phones, radio, and large-scale communication devices... He could have Heri help oversee these areas and conduct some repetitive experiments.

After clearing the remaining abyssal energy from his body, Yaro had a lot to do.

Making lead and iron armor, perfecting the meditation method for intermediate apprentices, exercising, learning various tricks... In a tight schedule, training such an assistant to help you study a certain direction is like having a clone of yourself, isn't it?

Anyway, I've already told Bevan about most of the things related to wizards.

I don't know much about the shadow system myself, so I can only teach him how to conduct comparative experiments, teach him the experimental thinking, and let him conduct his own research, observe the experimental process, and study how to develop it further.

This knowledge is not mysterious. Although it may not ultimately yield any results, there is not much difference between herding one sheep and herding two sheep. It can also allow them to discuss with each other, reducing the pressure on the teacher.

In a flash, various ideas raced through Yarrow's mind.

"Since you want to learn, let's listen together."

Heri was overjoyed: "Really?"

……

Before the gates of the Viscount's mansion, various luxurious carriages were already parked. Wealthy and dignified noblemen led beautiful women in brightly colored clothes, chatting and laughing as they stepped onto the bright red carpet, passed over the exquisite sculptures among the buildings, and entered the magnificent Viscount's mansion.

In the luxurious hall, a main and four secondary dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall as if it were daytime. Waiters in neat uniforms maintained just the right smiles, steadily carrying silver trays and moving about at a fixed pace.

Elegant and luxurious curtains stretched across the room, beneath which lay exquisitely beautiful and alluring murals. Various pieces of furniture, edged with gold thread, were neatly stacked in the corners, providing a place for many beauties to chat.

In the bustling hall, on the smooth, bright red carpet, groups of gentlemen gathered together, holding bright red crystal goblets, occasionally letting out bursts of hearty laughter.

In a corner, a group of scantily clad beauties were playing their instruments with great effort, making the atmosphere in the hall even more heated.

Among the gathered crowd, the most conspicuous figure was the noble knight surrounded by everyone in the center.

The master of the Viscount's mansion, a dignified and noble middle-aged man—Viscount Corey.

Despite the flattery from those around him, the man with snow-white temples simply maintained a fixed smile and nodded appropriately.

But at that moment, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded, and a knight fully armored, with a magnificent empty sword sheath wrapped around his waist, disrupted this harmonious scene.

The knight extended his gleaming silver iron hand and 'gentlemanly' ushered aside the nobles who blocked his way. Amidst a slight commotion, he walked straight to Viscount Corey's side and whispered a few moments in his ear.

"A letter? A wizard?"

Viscount Corey's expression immediately turned serious, but noticing the various glints in the eyes of the nobles around him, a proper smile returned to his face, and he bowed slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, my friends, there's a small matter concerning internal affairs that I may need to handle personally."

A wealthy merchant quickly said, "Your Excellency is responsible for protecting the safety of the territory. You have no small matters to attend to. Please go ahead with your business."

Those around him echoed his sentiments, or gently raised their glasses, each displaying their gentlemanly manners to the fullest.

Viscount Corey smiled and nodded, following closely behind the knight as he strode into the back of the hall.

(End of this chapter)