Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 285 The Witcher (Please Subscribe!)

The next morning.

Just as dawn was breaking, Bai Lu, riding a wild boar and accompanied by several elk, knocked on the gate outside the courtyard.

After entrusting the deer to Aro, she left hastily, saying only, "I need to build a dwelling."

"Are you so anxious?"

As he watched the white deer disappear into the forest, yawning in the cool morning breeze, Yaro muttered, "I thought I could sleep in today."

Otherwise, Yaro wouldn't have meditated for so long last night, nor would he have expended so much mental energy.

Since the white deer was alright, Yaro didn't delay. He put on a linen coat, washed up briefly, and then put the reins on the deer.

Lan'er Village is just a small village in a remote corner, and it is not marked on Yaro's map.

In small places, roads connecting to the outside world are usually scarce. This village only has one road extending outwards, which should be the road leading to the town.

However, relying solely on a single estimate is not reliable, so Yaro decided to ask a few passing villagers for directions as he walked out.

When Yaro was riding his deer-drawn cart past the village and fields, he was surprised to hear several villagers discussing something with righteous indignation, thanks to his keen senses.

"...Last night I kept seeing shadowy figures outside my window, and just now I discovered that my hoe is missing!"

"Stealing? No way? I've only heard that they like to eat human flesh, and specifically a small piece of flesh from the belly."

"They steal! They not only steal, but they're also cursed; wherever they go, bad luck follows!"

"Of course! I tripped over a stone as soon as I stepped out today; he must have cursed me!"

“I know about this! Do you know what happened to me the day before he arrived?”

"What happened?"

"I was washing clothes by the stream that day when a whirlpool suddenly appeared right in front of me. The whirlpool lasted for a long time, but as soon as I left, it disappeared. This must be the goddess of the stream giving me a warning!"

"Wait a minute, you've already left, how do you know the whirlpool disappeared? Besides, isn't it normal for whirlpools to appear in water?"

"...You're too young, you don't understand."

……

Yaro: "..."

Who are they talking about?

Are you talking about me?
After all—it seems like I'm the only one who just arrived in this village?
Instead of being angry at these ignorant words, Yaro even began to analyze them with great interest.

They were talking about a terrifyingly evil person who would slap any passing dog, dig out and kill any rat, and dig out any earthworm and cut it in half vertically... You couldn't even look at them, because if you did, you would be doomed.

Wait a minute, I've never really made a name for myself before, have I?

At the very least... these villagers couldn't possibly have heard of him!
Just as Yaro was analyzing the situation, the deer cart gradually approached, and the villagers gradually stopped talking and turned their attention to it.

The village is not very big, and the fact that Yaro came out of the forest yesterday afternoon and rented a hunter's courtyard outside the village has long been known to everyone.

As a result, the mystery, wealth, and power of Yarrow also became widely known.

His power stemmed from the old village chief's propaganda.

In any case, Yaro was no longer unfamiliar to them.

"Sir, you're up so early!" The villagers greeted him obsequiously, their eyes constantly darting over Yaro.

They could see the clear steel branding marks on Yaro's clothes, and the menacing heavy sword, two palms wide, beside him. Considering they were heading to the Mannheim market that day, the journey wouldn't be as fraught with battle as the jungle, but if they did encounter one, it would likely be a formidable foe.

Therefore, Yaro did not change out of the Demon Phoenix Golden Armor, but only put on an outer garment to cover up the brilliant colors of the Demon Phoenix Golden Armor.

"Is this the road to town?" With a faint smile on his lips, Yaro spoke gently and glanced around casually.

A villager immediately responded, "Yes, you can reach Walter Town directly by just following this road."

"Thank you very much!" Yaro nodded politely.

The town of Walter is marked on the map of Yarrow; once you get there, the rest of the journey becomes much easier.

"By the way, I think I heard you talking about something just now. Who were you talking about?" Yaro gestured for the deer to stop and asked the villagers, feigning curiosity.

Although the analysis suggests they weren't referring to themselves, nothing is absolute.

Moreover, once absurd rumors start to spread, no one can say for sure how they will eventually become.

Yaro wasn't going to argue with these fools, but he wanted to know who had spread these rumors.

Where does hostility come from?

Yaro's smile remained unchanged as he looked at the villagers exchanging bewildered glances, thinking to himself, "Is it that old man who doesn't know his place?"

Since arriving here, the only person Yaro has had contact with is that old man.

Besides him, Yaro really couldn't think of anyone else.

Perhaps Yaro's smile was too 'warm', for the villagers hesitated only for a moment before immediately speaking out: "We...we're talking about the Witcher."

"Witcher?"

People who specialize in hunting monsters?

Yaro was slightly taken aback. Why did this strange word seem so familiar?
In a moment, Yaro recalled where he had first heard the word—the first person he had encountered in the harpy's lair after arriving here.

The emaciated, twisted, and blind man immediately mistook me for a 'witch hunter' when he met me.

Perhaps, in his understanding, only a 'witcher' would enter the monster's lair to rescue him.

So why is the person you think of first in despair now so badly regarded?

The villager quietly pointed into the village: "Sir, if you're not in a hurry, you can stay in the village a little longer. You should be able to see that monster soon!"

"Monsters?" Yarrow glanced around the village and asked in confusion, "Aren't witchers human?"

The word "witcher" is simply "one who hunts monsters," so why would the villagers call him a monster?
The villager lowered his voice and explained, "He is a monster that looks like a human, but even if you ask me to describe him, I can't. You'll know when you see him."

An indescribable humanoid monster?

What a strange statement!

but--

What does this have to do with me?

Yaro maintained his smile and shook his head slightly, saying, "I have some urgent matters to attend to, but I don't have time to wait and see a strange person."

Since it wasn't directed at him, Yaro had no intention of lingering any longer. After bidding farewell to a few villagers, he spurred the deer along the only path, gradually heading away into the distance.

(End of this chapter)