Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 319 The Sound in the Dim Light
[Ding! Defeat the enemy, and the Fiery Sword Technique has gained 2365 skill experience points]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Magic Strike skill gains 2871 experience points]

[Converted into personal experience, increasing personal experience points by 2365 skill experience point]

[Remaining skill points: 1]

[Personal Level LV21: 23245/30000]

……

The total of over five thousand experience points demonstrates the Viscountess's strength, but it also indicates that her power has not reached the level of a formal wizard.

By comparing several values ​​from experience, one can perceive the patterns that emerge from those experiences.

Ordinary soldiers have only a few to dozens of experience points.

Fully armed soldiers and low-level monsters mostly have around a hundred experience points, and their strength is roughly at the level of a low-level apprentice.

Intermediate apprentices and formal knights will have thousands of experience points, ranging from over a thousand to three thousand.

A fully qualified wizard can have tens of thousands of experience points.

With over 5,000 experience points, no one knows the exact level of the 'Viscountess's' strength, but her danger level, or rather, her combat power, is definitely at the level of an advanced apprentice!

……

It's unclear whether it stemmed from fear of power or from religious beliefs.

In short, once the explosion subsided, the aftermath proceeded very smoothly.

Before Yaro could speak, some guards volunteered to go into the dungeon and drag Viscount Corey out.

The method of entry is also very simple: follow the deep crater blasted out by the 'Demon Phoenix Annihilation', and you will clearly see a gap in the dungeon.

With the help of these guards familiar with the road, Viscount Corey, who had lost an arm, appeared before Yarrow with two little elves encased in amber.

“My Lord, Viscount Corey has arrived!” The guards said with pious expressions and obsequious manner. “The innocent people in the dungeon have all been released as you instructed. However, many of them are in very poor health, and it is too dark now, so their families may have to wait until tomorrow to be notified before they can leave.”

"Thank you for your hard work."

Yaro smiled and nodded. Although the smile was hidden by the mask, a few clues could still be seen from the corner of his eyes.

The guards appeared extremely terrified: "Your Excellency, we are all sinners and do not deserve such praise from you!"

Their vision was extremely limited, and because of Aro's terrifying attack, they firmly believed that Aro was a divine messenger sent by heaven to punish sins.

Hmm... even those who don't believe are now believing.

Yaro did not deny it, but comforted you, saying, “Your sins have been cleansed in this rescue and deliverance. Accept with peace all that you deserve.”

Even real criminals can receive reduced sentences for reporting crimes.

Yaro, whose values ​​were established in his previous life, did not have a black-and-white theory and was willing to accept others' acts of atonement.

Moreover, they could only be considered accomplices at best; the real mastermind was Viscount Corey!

"You should continue treating the wounded."

After dismissing the guards, Yarrow turned back to look at Viscount Corey, who was in a disheveled state.

Noticing that Viscount Corey's shoulder wound had healed considerably, a hint of surprise flashed in Yaro's eyes. He tentatively asked, "Are you a formal knight?"

“No, no… Your Excellency is joking,” Viscount Corey said with a stiff smile, covered in dust and looking very disheveled. “I have taken some knight’s breakthrough potion, but I can’t stand the hardship of knight training, so my body is only slightly stronger than the average person.”

Viscount Corey naturally did not believe that Yarrow was the so-called messenger of the gods, not to mention that he had not seen Yarrow's attack just now.

Even if he saw it, he probably wouldn't believe it.

After all, he had a long-standing partnership with extraordinary beings and had seen many more amazing things, so his experience was naturally different from that of ordinary guards.

Upon hearing Viscount Corey's words, Yarrow narrowed his eyes slightly.

Having drunk some... that's a truly inhumane statement!

Without training, the effects of potions on the body are very weak. So, how much of a "something" is he referring to when he says he can improve his body to this level without undergoing knightly training?

How many magic stones would it take to buy so many potions?

How much Despair Powder is needed to exchange for it?
How many lives were sacrificed to make the Despair Powder?
He thought this was a benefit from the blood bats, but the result was so direct and so... cruel.

Yaro had already sentenced Viscount Corey to death in his heart, but there were some things he needed to clarify first.

"And what about the little elf?"

The phoenix cried softly, its expression unreadable beneath the mask.

Viscount Corey quickly protested, "Sir, you heard it yourself, I gave the little elf to the lady, you should ask her..."

Yaro interrupted coldly: "She's already dead."

"What?!" Viscount Corey even thought he had misheard because of the noise around him.

Yaro stared at him coldly and mercilessly: "I've already killed her."

Illuminated by the rising flames, Viscount Corey's face shimmered with iridescent colors: "This is impossible!"

Seemingly realizing his lapse in composure, Viscount Corey waved his hands frantically and explained, "My lord, I have seen her die many times, but she always comes back to life immediately. It's not that I don't believe you!"

The pendant and the unconscious white deer are just outside the city; we must get back as soon as possible.

The longer the magic is activated, the greater the pressure on one's own consciousness will be.

For various reasons, Yaro had no interest in arguing with him!

Besides, the system has already accumulated experience; with system verification, how could it possibly make a mistake?
The red veins in Yaro's eyes grew stronger. He slowly raised his sword and shouted sharply, "Where is what I want!"

Viscount Corey quickly pointed with his remaining arm to a towering building in the shadows: "The church! There it is... the church! She lived there, and her things should be in there!"

Swish!
The firelight was fleeting.

……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, and the Fiery Sword Technique has gained 5 skill experience points]

[Converted into personal experience, increasing personal experience points by 5 skill experience point]

[Remaining skill points: 1]

[Personal Level LV21: 23240/30000]

……

The paltry 5 points of experience confirm that Viscount Corey indeed lacks combat experience, and his combat ability is probably not even as good as that of an ordinary soldier.

The gentleman clutched his neck and slowly collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that there had been no warning before Yaro made his move, and he hadn't even let slip a word about it.

"Thump!"

This was the last sound he uttered in this world.

……

Amidst the ruins, a phoenix let out a clear cry, and thick black smoke billowed from the back of its golden armor, propelling it slowly into the air as it soared towards the strange, dimly lit building.

The church was located in a remote corner, and with no other buildings around, it appeared particularly isolated.

As they drew closer, aided by the faint starlight, Yarrow saw the peculiar angel statues on the exterior of the church.

"A blood bat's body, angel's wings? It's a strange decoration."

Floating outside the church, Yarrow asked into the dim light, "Why do you like this style?"

From the darkness, a decaying voice echoed: "Angel wings? What kind of creature is an angel?"

(End of this chapter)