Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 367 Fire Tomb
The semi-sandy soil becomes very soft after being baked by high temperatures, and even if the tools are not handy, it is not difficult for Yaro.

In just a short while, Yaro dug five suitable graves.

Old Charles first filled the grave with flammable charcoal, then placed each charred corpse inside, covered it with a thick layer of wood chips, and piled up fist-sized stones in a crisscross pattern to form the outer shell of the grave mound.

His craftsmanship is quite good; the stones are arranged in an orderly manner, and there are even several hidden channels for airflow.

Once the preparations were complete, a spark broke free from the wrinkled palm, and a bright flame quickly rose up. The flames licked at the grayish-white stones, producing a soft crackling sound, and the flickering light illuminated the surroundings in an uncertain and dim manner.

The sky was getting a bit overcast.

After setting up the simple tombstone, old Charles observed a moment of silence, then raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Hami, we should go back now."

"Ok."

"Lord Yue, then we'll be going now..."

Before old Charles could finish speaking, Yaro waved his hand and interrupted with a light laugh: "Wait, would it be convenient for me to come along? I'm covered in dust and just need to find a place to rest."

“This…” Old Charles hesitated as he looked at Yaro.

Although the desertified land was easy to dig, it also inevitably caused Yaro to get covered in a lot of dust, and he did look rather disheveled at the moment.

Old Charles wanted to refuse, but the reason Yaro looked so disheveled was because he had helped him. He felt obligated to accept the favor, so it was difficult for him to say no.

Since he couldn't refuse, old Charles immediately changed his expression and said warmly, "Of course! It's our honor that Lord Yue is willing to come!"

……

On the way back, old Charles maintained a humble posture, subtly wary of Yaro.

Hami, on the other hand, became lively again after leaving the oppressive canyon, asking questions incessantly, as if transferring his feelings for his deceased companion to Yaro.

"Brother Yue, how heavy is your sword?"

"It's very heavy."

"Brother Yue, are you a demon hunter?"

"No."

"Brother Yue, have you eaten yet? I'll treat you to some delicious rye bread later!"

"it is good."

Hami: "..."

……

As Yaro casually dealt with the boy, he secretly sighed, "Young people are used to life and death, and old people are used to humbly struggling to survive... This is what ordinary people are like!"

This is still the commoners in the Earl's territory. Outside the Earl's territory, the living conditions of commoners are even more difficult!
However, although Yaro was somewhat moved, he did not intend to become a saint.

This is a matter for another world, another continent, another kingdom. Unless it's really a 'small favor,' Yaro naturally wouldn't bother to waste his time and effort.

When Hami was at a loss for words after Yaro's brief response, Yaro turned to look at old Sharl.

“Old Man Charles, do you know where these skeleton monsters first appeared?” “Lord Yue, you can just call me Charles,” Old Charles nodded with a smile. “I don’t know where those monsters first appeared either. It seems that they have spread all over Meyer Town as soon as they appeared, and even some surrounding towns have these monsters. We have now retreated to live in the outlying town of Jiro.”

"Such a large area?" Yaro frowned.

During this time, Yarrow studied the maps left by Perrin Castle and gained some understanding of the surrounding area.

The straight-line distance between Jiro Town and Perrin Territory is more than 50 kilometers. If the surrounding wasteland is also included, the total area is about 300 square kilometers.

With such a vast area, it's no wonder that Yaro has searched for so long without finding a second gathering place of necromantic energy.

"Do you know about the Necroworm?" Yaro asked, continuing his question without stopping.

The undead worms are small in size, but they give about the same amount of experience as a skeleton monster. They are numerous and easy to kill, making them the most comfortable experience monsters that Aro has ever encountered.

“Not quite sure…” Old Charles suddenly paused, glanced at Yaro discreetly, and changed the subject, “Hmm… what are the distinctive features of the insect you mentioned, sir?”

Ignoring the old man's caution, Yaro explained, "Characteristics? They look similar to ordinary beetles, are entirely black, about the size of bird eggs, and usually appear in cemeteries. They are extremely aggressive towards living creatures."

Old Charles remained silent, as if deep in thought, before finally speaking: "I'm sorry, Lord Yue, I don't know anything about this undead worm, but when we get back, I can ask others for you."

Yaro nodded slightly, looking at the road shrouded in mist, and then asked, "How much longer until we arrive?"

Old Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pointing to a dark patch that was faintly visible ahead: "Look at those shadows ahead, that's a cliff. There's a checkpoint below the cliff. After you pass that checkpoint, you'll reach the town of Jiro."

"Um……"

After walking for about twenty minutes, Yaro suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering slightly as he glanced at the dark bushes ahead.

Just then, a woman's shout suddenly rang out: "Stop! Are you human?"

This sounded a bit strange, but old Charles obediently stopped and replied in the direction the voice came from: "That's right, it's me, Charles, the leader of the new expeditionary force of the Earl's territory, returning after completing the mission."

As if recognizing old Charles's voice, a middle-aged woman's face emerged from the dark grass. She looked at the group and chuckled, "Old Charles, you're finally back! Those little ones have been waiting for you so long!"

Old Charles relaxed a bit: "Mrs. Winryn? Why are you on duty again this afternoon? By the way, is Lady Claire here?"

"Lord Claire hasn't returned yet. Is there something urgent you need to see him about?" Aunt Wenlin asked without any suspicion.

Old Charles fell silent.

"Alright, we'll talk about it over there. Guys, put down the ladder."

A woman named Mrs. Wenlin called out to the back, and soon the sound of a rope being pulled rang out. A ladder about two meters wide gradually fell down and covered the seemingly ordinary withered grass in front.

Yaro then realized that beneath this patch of withered yellow grass lay a pit trap.

That's normal. Look at these people. The ones who go out to risk their lives are the elderly and teenagers, while the ones guarding the checkpoints are middle-aged women. If they didn't set traps, they simply wouldn't be able to guard such an important checkpoint.

"Come here? What's wrong?" Aunt Wenlin called out, somewhat puzzled.

Yaro could tell that old Charles was still wary of him, but Aunt Wenlin was too proactive. Before old Charles could say anything, she had already put down the wooden ladder, which made old Charles freeze.

Yaro suppressed a laugh, patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, the wooden ladder is down, what are we waiting for?"

(End of this chapter)