Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 291 The Flaw in Strength

The deer cart couldn't carry much, and since the second cart was mostly broken, the old man offered a much lower price.

After sorting through all the materials, the shopkeeper quoted a price of seven magic stones.

After agreeing on the price, Yarrow immediately asked about the potion's preparation.

"My lord, you are the renowned 'Dancer Under the Moon,' why would you need to waste your time concocting such a common potion?"

The weathered old man smiled calmly, but said with a hint of sarcasm, "With this time, you could hunt down a few more monsters in the Dark Plains and exchange them for a lot of purification potions."

The old man's words made a lot of sense.

However, Yaro's dependence on purification potions far exceeded that of ordinary apprentices. Just like military supplies and weapons, he could continue to buy them, but he couldn't be incapable of making them.

However, Yaro was not prepared to openly reveal his weaknesses.

"Make an offer, let me see if the price is reasonable."

If the gap isn't too large, it's definitely worth considering hunting for magic stones in the Dark Plains.

The old man said meaningfully, "Although this is just a common potion, it is also the one that sells the best. It is also an important skill for many old apprentices to make a living."

It receives, and it keeps depreciating.

Sell, and keep raising prices.

Knowing this was normal, Yarrow smiled nonchalantly and reminded him, "The value of something does not lie in how precious it is, but in how scarce it is."

"I think if we offer fifty magic stones, some of the veteran apprentices will be interested."

At this point, Yaro looked at the old man: "Shopkeeper... what do you say?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then looked up at Yaro's face and asked curiously, "You've taken the rejuvenation potion, haven't you?"

"Stop saying things like that," Yaro said, looking bored.

“Sir, these words are indeed not something someone your age would say.”

Composing himself, the old man said with a serious expression, "Sir, you are strong and knowledgeable. Could you please answer a question that has been bothering me?"

"If your answer satisfies me, I can give you a free introductory manual on potion making."

As the old man spoke, he took out an old, thick book.

"Is your answer satisfactory?" Yaro shook his head in refusal. "Just tell me how much this book costs."

What's free is often the most expensive.

If he could, Yaro wouldn't want this for free.

"Two hundred magic stones."

Yaro's expression was unfriendly: "This kind of joke isn't very funny."

"Since you understand that the value of an item does not lie in its preciousness, you should also understand that money can bring convenience. Even if you use the method you mentioned, how much time will it take?"

"Moreover, an experienced apprentice who knows how to brew potions would not stoop to the point of selling his introductory manuscript on potion brewing for fifty magic stones."

The old man opened the book, and the first page recorded the process of making the purification potion.

Yaro frowned and reminded him, "I should have said that all I want to know is how to successfully refine the purification potion."

"As I should have said, this is an introductory manuscript of a senior pharmacy apprentice."

Oh?
Judging from his meaning, this book is his introductory manuscript on pharmacy?
Yaro glanced at the old book in the old man's hand, his eyes flickering slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he looked up and asked, "What do you want to ask?" The old man closed the book: "Why did you kill those people!"

"what?"

"Murder? Who did you kill?"

Yaro almost thought he had misheard.

The old man pointed outside and emphasized, "The victims of your 'Moonlight Dancer' title! Those young children!"

"Them? Young children?"

"Is this your question? Those predators lurking around the market, those executioners stained with the blood of countless innocent people?"

Yaro felt an extreme sense of absurdity.

The old man's weathered voice said calmly, "They are not executioners. Most of them are just children who have temporarily lost their way. When they grow up, they will know that doing such things is wrong, and they will return to the right path. Many of them were forced into a desperate situation by life and are temporarily trying to survive there. They have parents and brothers. They are all living, breathing people."

Yaro frowned deeply: "And what about those innocent bystanders who were harmed by them? Are they just beasts? Did they deserve to die?"

"Only a small fraction of them are cruel; how can you lump them all together?"

Only a portion of them are cruel?

Does this mean that there really are cruel things, and even the elderly know about them?
Instead of trying to stop it, you blame yourself for being ruthless?
Yaro: "So, if I get killed by them, it's my own fault?"

The old man looked at Yaro and said in a low voice, "Sir, with your strength, how could they possibly hurt you? Besides, you can simply ignore them and leave; they can't stop you."

strength?

Leaving aside the fact that Yaro's strength is only immediate combat power, which can only be unleashed for a short time and cannot be maintained at its strongest combat state for a long time.

Just the fact that he spent too little time at the academy means he didn't have time to learn about the methods of many wizards.

Once Yaro was subjected to various mystical techniques such as prayer, curses, and transformation, he had no idea how to counter them.

Under these circumstances, how could he dare to hold back?
How dare you let others spy on you?
Anyone who tries to spy on us will be killed on sight!

But Yaro could not possibly reveal these reasons.

He even deliberately concealed this information, trying to project an extremely tough stance so that no one would dare to even consider probing him!
After all, Perrin Castle, which can be reached in a day by riding an ordinary deer, is not considered too far for any superhuman!
So Yaro didn't deny it, but asked, "Are your relatives in there?"

Aside from this reason, Yaro couldn't think of any other reason that could make the old man's thought process so bizarre.

"Is this your idea? Can't you have even a little bit of empathy besides your family?" The old man didn't answer directly, but judging from his words, his starting point was empathy.

“To tolerate evildoers is to hate good,” Yarrow said, emphasizing each word. “Therefore… I cannot empathize with him!”

Although people are all different.

Anyone can appear and do anything; anything can happen in reality.

Yaro never expected to encounter such an unreasonable and incomprehensible person.

Unable to understand, unable to communicate.

Yaro no longer had any intention of getting the book for free, and got up to walk outside.

The old man shook his head in disappointment: "I never expected that you, who seem so amiable on the surface, could be so ruthless in reality!"

Yaro calmly remarked, "I never imagined that an old man like you could have such ridiculous thoughts."

(End of this chapter)