Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 243 Combat and Hunting

"Yaro...you're tired."

As Yaro was deep in thought, Bai Lu's words startled him.

"Tired? Where am I tired? Why do you say I'm tired?"

The white deer gently stroked its chest with its white arms, as if it wanted to embrace Yaluo, or as if it was sensing its own inner thoughts.

Her long, beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, yet she remained silent, her eyes closed, a hint of reluctance on her face. She spoke softly with tenderness:
"I can sense that you yearn for stability."

"You reject chaos, yet you are inevitably drawn into it and unable to extricate yourself."

"You crave peace, but I can sense from your eyes that you've been through many battles recently, and a deep-seated killing intent has accumulated within you."

Yaro let the blood on the ground gradually flow into the translucent phantom, listened silently to Bai Lu's words, and then said in a low voice, "Stability...?"

Is there any lasting peace in this world?

"It's just that others are carrying the burden for you!"

"Now that I have acquired enough power to protect myself, why would I need the protection of others?"

In my past life, I lived in a stable country, and in my early years in this life, I also lived peacefully under my parents' care. Perhaps I've become accustomed to a certain kind of stability?
Yaro dissected his own heart.

Bai Lu shook his head in denial: "Even the fiercest jungle beasts need to take a nap and rest."

"You may enjoy fighting, but when fighting becomes the norm, your nature will find it hard to accept."

"Just like the fiercest buck, no matter how fierce it is, it is still a herbivore after all, and its food is still grass and trees."

Is food made from plants?
Yaro looked up and chuckled: "If that's the case, then... my food is battle!"

Battles give you experience points, experience points give you skill points, and skill points allow you to quickly become stronger.

Based on this, isn't Yaro's 'food' just battle?
The white deer gently covered her chest, feeling for a long time, and then asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Are you really sure that your 'food' is a sudden battle, a continuous battle, and not... a hunt?"

“Hunting?” Yaro pondered the word.

The white deer, recognizing Yaro's location, turned its head and explained in a soft, gentle voice:
"In battle, especially in a sudden battle, you cannot choose your enemy, you do not know the strength of the enemy, and you cannot assess the subsequent development of the situation."

"Hunting may result in both wins and losses, but you can prepare in advance... at least mentally, and you don't have to worry about other related events happening after the battle, or even if there are related events, they will still be within your expectations."

Yaro chuckled: "So, according to you, the so-called hunting is just fighting within a predetermined range?"

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean!” Bai Lu did not deny it. “Now that you’ve chosen a place to stay, it’s like a migrating herd of deer finding suitable water and grass. At this moment, what you yearn for is stability, not to continue fighting.”

“Wildflower herds encounter numerous dangers during their migration, but at that time, none of the wildebeest care about the deaths of their kind along the way. However, once they find a suitable location, if they are attacked by wild beasts, it may cause the wildebeest herd to become enraged and launch a strong counterattack.”

“Yaro, that is exactly what you are now.”

Bai Lu said earnestly, "Yaluo, stop killing people. You need to rest lately."

Although the metaphor of the white deer was a bit strange, Yaro still understood what she was trying to say.

She sensed Aro's war-weariness!
But she failed to see the main reason why Yaro was war-weary.

Yaro does indeed love peace, but he doesn't actually reject fighting either, because for Yaro, every battle will bring corresponding gains and rewards.

He loves peace, which is why he chooses to live in a castle rather than hide in the deep mountains and forests. He doesn't shy away from battle, which is why he takes the initiative to come and clear the shadows and monsters from the castle.

However, Yaro disliked the fact that when he was in a bad state, and when the wanted criminals could arrive at any moment, there were always some clueless scoundrels causing trouble!

This is the real reason for Yarrow's rage.

However, Bai Lu was right about one thing.

I really need to rest.

The abyssal aura within my body has not been completely cleared. Continuing to use demonic arts will only exacerbate the impact on my emotions. I must take some time to recuperate and correct my emotional state.

But... before that, there are things that need to be done that can't be put aside.

As the filthy blood continued to flow in, Edmund, who was in his pink glass form, returned to human form.

At this moment, however, his body was inexplicably emaciated, and even skin and bones were not enough to describe his miserable state.

Edmund, the skeleton in the leather bag, noticed the pair of crimson eyes that turned back and shivered involuntarily. He pleaded repeatedly in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Yarrow Garner, it was my fault that I didn't recognize you! I'm willing to give up all my savings, just please spare my life!"

Yarrow Garner?

Yaro can guarantee that after leaving the academy, he has never told anyone his full name again!
So, why is Edmund able to pronounce that name?

Where did I hear 'Yaro Gana' before? And then I just heard the white deer calling, so that's how I guessed it?

"Where did you learn this name from?" Yaro's tone was very calm, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

"Mannheim Market, I saw the adult's heroic figure on the recording stone placed outside Mannheim Market!"

The skull forced a fawning smile onto its face, bowing and scraping as it said:

"I never expected that a great man like you, who can fight against ten thousand men single-handedly, would come to such a small place. I have offended you, sir. Please forgive me, a nobody. I will never dare to rob anyone again, and I will never dare to bully the weak and fear the strong again!"

Um...aren't you afraid of hard things right now?
However, Edmund's attitude at this moment was exactly what Aro wanted.

Yaro placed the greatsword, still burning with intense flames, at his feet, staring at the skeleton with his still-crimson eyes:
What is the bounty on my wanted poster?

Yarrow was eager to find out the location of the Mannheim market, but if he revealed his thoughts directly from the start, he worried that Edmund would see through him and use the matter to blackmail him.

While it's certainly impossible to coerce them, it's never good to create more trouble.

"Wanted order?"

The skeleton paused, but noticing Yaro's cold gaze again, it trembled and said urgently:

"Sir, even if you have done something so serious, it is still a matter of the Jungle House. How could an arrest warrant be sent here?"

There's no warrant for my arrest here?
Yaro was secretly delighted, but his face remained impassive. He simply nodded slightly and asked casually:

"Where is the Mannheim market? I'd like to go and see it for myself sometime."

(End of this chapter)