Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 424 My Foolish Younger Brother (Third Update, Please Subscribe!)

"What? Ian attacked his magic teacher?"

When Yaro heard these words, he was completely stunned.

Although he had heard this news from Harvey yesterday, Yaro never imagined that the protagonist of this story was actually Ian!

Morton nodded: "Yes, I was just as stunned when I heard about it."

"no……"

Yaro paused for a moment, thinking for a long time but not knowing what to say, and could only helplessly ask, "Why?"

Yarrow Garner killed his college tutor, so you're going to kill your own teacher too?

Isn't this mentally retarded?

Morton chuckled when he saw Yaro's expression. "Why? I'd love to know too. When you meet him and find out the reason, remember to tell me when you get back."

"……All right."

Yaro was feeling melancholy; he had become pessimistic about the purpose of his trip.

With a deep sigh, Yaro composed himself and asked, "Is that teacher... alright?"

"It's alright. A magic teacher hired by our Boone family must be quite skilled, so he'll be fine."

Morton spoke calmly.

"And... what about Ian?"

"He's fine too. He was easily controlled by the magic teacher, so he wasn't injured," Morton chuckled.

Very easy...

Stop sending them, Ian, they're all full!

As expected of Ian, you always manage to make me feel so embarrassed.

Yaro fell silent.

He recalled again the fear of being 'dominated' by Ian when they first met.

……

"Hmph... Hehe... Hahahaha!"

"My name is Yarrow Garner!"

"Though the enemy outnumbers us, our conviction must not waver!"

"Yaro, never be defeated!"

……

who am I?
where am I?
I want to go home!

"Can I... not take off my face mask?"

Yaro only hoped to gain courage from the face mask.

"That's not the attitude a guest should have, and only ladies are entitled to the privilege of wearing a face covering," Morton said gloatingly.

"Then... do you have any hair dyeing potions? Black is best, I like black."

“We don’t prepare such things… Ian definitely has some in his room, but they’re all bright gold, to make your hair even shinier. Do you need me to get them for you?”

"...No, thank you, I don't like dyeing my hair." Yaro politely declined.

Due to the influence of the abyss magic, Yaro's hair was already darker than before, and he didn't want to dye it back to its previous color.

Morton chuckled a few times, then said seriously:

"Moon, you actually have very good qualities. You should take better care of your appearance and stop imitating others like Ian."

A professional, clean, and neat appearance can help you succeed more easily.

I hope you can also try to persuade my foolish brother about this.

Yaro paused for a moment, then turned to look at Morton.

The young man leaning against the carriage window turned back and smiled. The sunlight was warm, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

At that moment, he seemed to be glowing.

“I understand, Brother Morton, you are a good brother.” Yaro was convinced.

Perhaps because of his many battles, Yaro's sense of crisis never dissipated.

For this reason, Yaro’s usual attire focused more on intimidation.

For example, wearing leather armor or helmets, and masks designed to aid breathing are specially made in the shape of skulls, creating a fear-inducing atmosphere.

They definitely neglected their daily attire.

In fact, isn't intimidation and elaborate makeup the same thing?
One is terrifying, the other is incredibly comforting.

Ultimately, it all comes down to using vision to influence how others perceive you.

“Good brother? Ha, maybe, but he just doesn’t want to listen to me…”

Before Morton could finish speaking, the carriage gradually slowed down, and the paddle shifters inside clicked back and forth for a moment.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound was crisp, but not harsh.

Morton paused, glanced out the window, and said, "Alright, we're here. Get out of the car, I'll take you inside."

After Yaro followed Morton off the carriage, he looked around curiously.

The surrounding area consisted of numerous independent small castles, with squads of heavily armored guards moving back and forth along the roads, while two or three young people dressed in wizard robes strolled leisurely along the road.

There were also some simple wizard shops on both sides, which looked somewhat similar to the Mannheim market, but there were far fewer wizard apprentices, and most of them knew each other and would greet each other from time to time.

Only a few wizard apprentices, exuding a menacing aura and looking tense, would hurried back and forth between the various wizard shops.

"Is this the Boone family's residence?"

Although he had heard about it from Farrell before, Yaro was still very curious when he actually saw it.

“You could call this the Boone family’s residence, or you could call it the Boone Market. We have quite a few shops here, and other wizards are also allowed to come in and trade. However, unless you are a formal guest, you are not allowed to stay here overnight.”

Morton casually explained, pointing to the small castle in front of them, "Let's go, Ian lives in here."

They had only taken a few steps when they were blocked by the guards surrounding the small castle.

"Lord Morton, Young Master Ian has been confined to his quarters. You may enter, but this person..."

The guards noticed Yaro's appearance and their expressions immediately became strange: "He can't go in."

Morton smiled and said, "Ian is only under house arrest, but that doesn't mean he can stop learning new knowledge. This is the new magic teacher, Mr. Yue, who has come here today for a trial lesson."

The guards hesitated: "But... his age and his attire."

Even though Yaro has grown quite a bit taller during this time, his energy and spirit are not commensurate with his age, and he can never truly appear as a young man.

"Is age important? The important thing is whether he has the ability; that's none of your concern. As for his attire..."

Morton glanced back... Well, although Yaro didn't specifically dress up as the one on the Record Stone, the vibe was still similar.

“I specifically dressed him like this so that Ian could accept his new magic teacher… Is there any other problem?”

Morton remained calm, and the guards raised no further objections.

"Lord Morton, please come in. Mr. Moon... be careful."

careful?

Yaro glanced at the guard with surprise.

What is there to be careful about?
As Yaro was wondering, he suddenly heard an angry roar just moments after stepping through the castle gates.

"Get out of my way! What right do you have to stop me! I want to get out! Get out of my way, get out of my way!"

bump!
A muffled thud suddenly came from inside the room, as if something large had been thrown to the ground.

Just as Yaro was about to step forward, Morton stopped him: "Take another look and you'll understand why I asked you to come over."

(End of this chapter)