Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 311 The mezzanine beneath my feet
Noticing that Yarrow glanced at the center of the stage a few more times, Viscount Corey understood perfectly and explained:
“Those people in white shirts in the middle are all clean, so they might feel a little self-conscious.”

“The redwoods around here have all undergone professional training and are proficient in various skills.”

Which one do you prefer?

Yaro glanced at the gentleman surrounded by guards and secretly marveled at the thickness of his skin.

They were fighting to the death just a moment ago, and now they're about to give away a girl?
"Need not!"

Putting aside the fact that he killed so many of Viscount Corey's people, could the girls he sent out be specially trained assassins?

Even Bai Lu, who is many times more beautiful than them, was rejected by Ya Luo multiple times. How could he be so easily swayed by these mortal girls?

"Would you like something to eat? Or perhaps some wine?"

"The liquor in Jiuquan is all strong ale. Its advantage is that it's easy to get drunk, but you won't get a headache afterward."

As Viscount Corey was explaining, a sensible waiter came over.

Viscount Corey lifted a stemmed crystal glass from the tray, swirling the blood-red, viscous liquid within, and explained with a smile, "And then there are these fruit wines, all of which are my prized possessions... Hmm... not bad... Would you like to try some?"

Yaro ignored him completely, leaning on his gleaming heavy sword against a stone pillar covered with exquisite reliefs, and said coldly with his eyes closed, "My patience is running out. I hope what I want will appear here before my patience runs out, otherwise... you won't have to live."

The waiters and dancers who were secretly observing Yaro all changed color. Several of the dancers even forgot their dance moves and stood there dumbfounded.

However, at this point, no one paid attention to these trivial matters anymore.

Viscount Corey's face darkened, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fist slightly, as if he were about to make a decision, but hesitated to speak for some reason. He could only silently put down his empty cup and glanced subconsciously at the door that was not closed.

Yaro, however, seemed to have 'seen' his actions and leisurely reminded him, "Don't even think about leaving until the goods arrive."

It's the same principle as running a computer: closing some unnecessary software can actually improve the running speed of other software.

With his eyes closed, the perception ability of 'Cat-Shaped Fist - Running' was greatly enhanced.

Moreover, Yaro wasn't just trying to sense his surroundings; he was also making the most of his time to practice the 'Knight's Breathing Technique'.

Even without activating magic, wearing only modified soldier heavy armor is still a test of physical strength over a long period of time.

Not to mention that a fierce battle took place.

However, relying on the 'Knight's Breathing Technique' to restore physical strength does not reduce the need for food.

Furthermore, during the previous battles, Yaro had been using the Knight's Breathing Technique to recover his stamina, and the little energy he had stored up in his stomach had long been depleted.

If he were to look at the various delicacies piled up around him, he was afraid that he would drool uncontrollably and ruin his 'expert persona'.

"By the way, I'm wearing a half-mask, so even if I drool, it seems like no one can see it?"

Thinking of the delicious food around him, Yaro couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm not going to eat here anyway, what's the point of watching?"

"Besides, they're making so much food at once, like a cafeteria's communal meals, so it probably won't taste very good!"

With this self-comfort, Yaro calmed himself down and took advantage of this rare free time to quietly recover his strength and repair some minor injuries.

In a quiet state, the advanced knight breathing technique has a very significant effect on restoring physical strength, so much so that Yaro even feels as if he is soaking in a spring.

—Springs in various senses.

This is accompanied by a significant loss of fat and a rapid rise in body temperature. While body temperature can be lowered through drinking water and the armor's cooling system, the body has to tough it out to lose fat.

Fortunately, he had already adapted to this feeling, and it didn't take long for him to overcome all the aftereffects of the recovery.

At this moment, the singing and dancing continued in the hall, with a mix of noise and silence, joy and solemnity... all sorts of contradictory atmospheres coexisting.

“Let them all go out,” Yaro suddenly said.

'He' and 'she' are two different pronunciations in the Sinte language, so there is no issue of mispronouncing or mishearing them.

'They' naturally refers to the dancers and the musicians, who were dressed in equally light clothing.

Upon hearing Yaro's words, Viscount Corey's expression grew even more unpleasant.

After such a long time, Yaro's sudden remark inevitably made him suspicious.

Perhaps... Yaro's patience has reached its limit?
"Please wait a little longer, we'll be there soon, we'll be there soon..." Viscount Corey pleaded, bowing and scraping. The guards surrounding him also looked much more nervous.

Yaro stared indifferently at the center of the arena and said coldly, "What? Can't they leave?"

"Yes, you can walk!" Viscount Corey dared not argue, and could only vent his anger on the girls, "Can't you hear me? Get out of the way!"

The girls, dressed in light clothing, bowed and greeted each other, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin. Then, swaying gracefully, they retreated one after another with delicate steps.

The noisy and cheerful atmosphere vanished instantly, and even the air in the luxurious hall became somewhat heavy.

Yaro closed his eyes again, and said coldly, "Your time is running out."

Yaro originally wanted to kill him, but he was worried that his sudden death would cause some unrest, so he decided to spare his life.

But if he dares to mock himself.

—Perhaps killing him would be a better thing?
He is serious!
As a seasoned veteran, Viscount Corey could naturally tell the difference.

Left with no other choice, he could only whisper a few words to the guards beside him and then tell them to hurry up and urge the old steward.

Yaro closed his eyes to rest, focusing more on the 'Cat Walking Fist' and quietly eavesdropping on everything around him.

But as the guards hurriedly left, Yaro sensed something amiss from their footsteps.

"There's definitely another layer below ground! And the stones separating them shouldn't be very thick!"

If the stone is thick enough, walking on it won't cause such a noticeable change in the sound of your footsteps.

Yaro opened his eyes a crack and peeked at Viscount Corey's feet.

"Could there be some kind of mechanism here that could cause him to suddenly sink?"

Unfortunately, no matter how closely Yarrow observed, he could not discern anything unusual from the smooth ground.

Yaro kept his eyes closed, focusing his senses on his feet and carefully feeling the space beneath the ground.

Sound travels at different speeds in solids and air.

Although Yaro could tell from the sound of the knocking that there was a partition below, he could not perceive what was actually in the space below.

Only a faint, disordered knocking sound could be detected.

(End of this chapter)