Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 309 Serfs
The speaker was an elderly man dressed in a neat suit. His movements were rigid, and although he was very angry, his behavior still followed some kind of unspoken rule.

This situation usually only occurs with housekeepers.

Although he had a guess in mind, Yaro was not so sure that his guess was absolutely correct because of Bosco.

But the next moment, the surrounding guards revealed his identity.

"Butler Enoch!"

Is she just a butler?

Just as Yarrow was feeling somewhat disappointed, another group of guards, fully alert, emerged from the brightly lit hall.

In the center, surrounded by guards, stood a gentleman who looked to be in his thirties, with snow-white temples and a rather weathered appearance.

His clothes were extremely luxurious, and his attire was very appropriate. In addition, the black signet ring on his right ring finger allowed Yaro to immediately confirm his identity.

But at that moment, at the edge of the guards, an inconspicuous young man in a gray robe suddenly spoke up:

"You're the Dancer Under the Moon? I never expected someone as renowned as you to live in our territory."

The middle-aged gentleman was taken aback by the words of the young man in the gray robe, pondering the strange title 'Dancer Under the Moon'.

Our territory?
Yaro turned his head and looked the young man up and down, tentatively asking, "Viscount Corey?"

"I'm."

The middle-aged gentleman among the guards replied in a deep voice, "My lord, you have been silent at Perrin Castle for so long, so why did you break into my residence in the middle of the night, injure my guards, and kill my servants?"

This statement suggests that Viscount Corey must have received a message from the gatekeeper.

Yaro rested his greatsword on his chest, looked back at the middle-aged gentleman, and asked meaningfully, "Don't you know?"

Viscount Corey frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, looked up towards the direction of Perrin's territory, and suddenly, as if struck by a thought, asked:

"Does the adult also want a share?"

Yaro sneered, "Ha! I'm here to retrieve for the owner what was stolen by the robbers!"

Viscount Corey misunderstood Yaro's meaning. He twisted the large signet ring: "You want them all? My lord, don't be too greedy! Those things are all within the territory of the Kingdom of Ranelli, and belong to the Ranelli family..."

"No, please don't say that!" the young man beside him vehemently denied, looking at Viscount Corey with a half-smile. "I don't know anything about what you're talking about..."

Viscount Corey was about to explain: "Lord Reid Lanelli..."

"Shut up!" After reprimanding Viscount Corey, the young man turned to Yaro and nodded amicably, saying, "You have something to do today, I'll visit you another day."

With that, he turned and walked out.

But just as he passed by Yaro, the young man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Yaro, "By the way, if possible, could you spare his life?"

"If you kill him, it will put me in a very difficult position."

Yaro glanced at him, leaning on his heavy sword, and said indifferently, "I'll try my best."

Beneath his calm exterior, Yaro had already focused his attention on the young man.

Lanelli is the name of this kingdom, and since this young man can use the kingdom's name as his surname, he might be a member of the kingdom's royal family.

Therefore, when he uttered such uncertain words, Yaro was already prepared for conflict.

The young man shrugged, turned his head and said in a low voice, "Fine, if you insist on doing this, I will explain to the family that Viscount Corey deceived me first, and this is my punishment for him."

"But... I can't guarantee the results."

Yaro glanced at the young man with a faint smile, his face beneath the skull mask expressionless. The young man clapped his oil-stained hands, maintaining his calm smile: "Alright, I won't disturb your game any longer. Have fun."

After watching the ordinary-looking young man calmly say these words, even though his appearance remained unchanged, Yaro inexplicably felt that the young man's temperament had become somewhat cold and sinister.

Although I don't know this young man, I think the reason he was willing to make such a concession is because of the phrase "dancer under the moon".

If simply maintaining a superior demeanor could prevent a battle of unknown magnitude, Yaro would naturally not refuse.

"Will do."

Yaro retorted defiantly.

The young man's smile seemed to become more genuine, as if he was very satisfied with Yaro's answer.

After the young man left, Viscount Corey calmly spoke up: "It seems I have no choice but to hand over what I just obtained to you."

Seeing the young man leave as promised, Yaro felt a little relieved and looked at the middle-aged gentleman with a light smile, saying, "It's always right to return things to their rightful owner."

At this moment, the old butler, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He took a step forward, glared at Yaro, and questioned him vehemently, "Those were all captured by us. How could they be returned to their rightful owners? Who are the original owners? Just because you took a liking to them doesn't mean they're yours. Are you the original owner?!"

"Is this what a wizard is? Ha! As long as he takes a fancy to something, he breaks into other people's homes, kills people indiscriminately, and steals other people's spoils?"

The surrounding guards stirred, gradually becoming filled with anger.

"Capture?"

Yaro turned to look at the old butler, and a layer of red light inexplicably appeared in the bright eyes on the half-skull mask.

"They have their own thoughts and ideas; do they need you to arrest them?"

To Yaro, the old steward's words sounded like something disgusting!

"You go out on the street, kidnap a few people, and then confidently tell everyone that they're wild?"

The strange eyes on the crystalline greatsword also began to flash.

"You stormed into someone else's house, killed and skinned all the guards, then kidnapped their baby and claimed you were the one who captured it?"

The old butler shook his head indifferently: "We don't need to capture other people's children, and this thing isn't even human."

"As for what you said about killing and skinning all the guards of other people's houses, that's even more ridiculous."

"As far as I know, our soldiers have only encountered a herd of deer and haven't seen a single person, let alone any guards."

Looking at the old man's matter-of-fact expression, Yaro knew that this was truly his understanding.

The little elves that resemble humans are not human.

Of course, even intelligent deer are still just deer, and killing, skinning, and eating them is perfectly normal.

Yaro declined to comment further on this.

Everyone has a different ideology, and their evaluation criteria for "their own people" also differ.

This can also be considered a question of human nature; even Aro himself hasn't figured it out, considering both past and present lives.

But if we follow the old man's line of reasoning, then...

Were those serfs even human?

(End of this chapter)