Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 427 Accusation
However, as long as we can prolong the time, we can fully utilize the agility of this suit of armor.

Therefore, the 'Golden Armor of the Demon Phoenix' will be defeated without a fight.

If both are controlled by Yaro, this is entirely possible.

When the Demon Phoenix Golden Armor unleashes its ultimate move, the wind-type armor immediately activates a whirlwind shield. Even if there is no time to dodge, the shield can be used to deflect the damage before it bursts out.

This alone demonstrates that, from the perspective of armor design, the 'Wind Armor' has completely surpassed the 'Demon Phoenix Golden Armor'!
Because Yaro's control over similar armor far surpasses that of ordinary people, the magic runes at each joint can be designed to be more complex, which can compensate for the lack of energy intensity to a certain extent.

With the wind element boosting attack speed, combined with the 'Crescent Moon Sword Technique', even in close combat with the 'Golden Armor of the Demon Phoenix', one wouldn't be completely without a chance to retaliate!

If the fighting style of the 'Demon Phoenix Golden Armor' is similar to that of an eagle, it is straightforward and can kill in one move.

So, the combat style of this 'Wind Armor' is like a leopard: light, agile, and relentlessly entangled!

……

As Yaro watched, he kept muttering "Amazing," "How can it be done like this?" and "This design is great," and he would also point out things like "This can be modified" and "That can be adjusted."

Ian, who had been sitting dejectedly on the carpet, gradually began to twitch his brows with each compliment, and a spark of light gradually appeared in his eyes.

He had meticulously designed the entire alchemy blueprint, and he could naturally tell that Yaro was pointing out the key to the 'wind-type armor' design each time.

Many of these locations were places he had thought about for a long time; they were the fruits of his labor and the things that had been nagging at him.

After looking through it for a long time, Yaro suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" Ian unconsciously turned his head, subconsciously wanting to see what Yaro was looking at.

—It turns out to be the design blueprint for the shoulder armor and wrists. Compared to other parts, this part has many more complex magic patterns.

However, since the design blueprints for the wrist and palm could not be found, Yaro could not guess the specific function of the magic runes on them.

After searching back and forth for a long time, and finding that he could not find the incomplete design drawings, Yaro turned to look at Ian sitting behind him:
"What's the point of all those magical runes on your shoulders and arms?"

Ian's lips curled up involuntarily, as if he was about to burst into a triumphant laugh, but he stopped after a twitch, turned his head away with a straight face, and continued to sit on the ground expressionlessly.

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Yaro patted the wooden table, deliberately mimicking Ian's manner, and said comically, "Ghana! Is this how you treat your new magic teacher?"

Ian couldn't hold back any longer: "What new magic teacher? What does that mean?"

Yaro had no intention of getting into a direct conflict with him, so he gestured with his chin toward the outside and casually explained, "If it weren't for this excuse, how could I have gotten past those guards and come in to find you?"

As he spoke, Yaro pulled out the invitation Ian had previously sent, placed it on the table, and tapped it loudly.

"I came here as a guest at your invitation, and to make matters worse, no one greeted me. But after taking the invitation you gave me and following the directions you pointed out, I was attacked the moment I stepped out of the mist. Look at the bloodstains on my body! Is this how you treat your guests, as the host?!"

As long as the excuse works, Yaro doesn't mind doing the same thing twice.

Because of the maids who were both dead and alive just now, he no longer wanted to sell 'Blood Frenzy'.

He just wants to get something for free now.

However, after Yaro explained the reason for the 'magic teacher' incident, Ian fell silent again, remaining seated on the ground and ignoring Yaro's questioning. Yaro raised an eyebrow, his tone mocking:

"So that's why your family's servants are so ill-mannered. It turns out the reason lies with you masters. Fine, since you yourself are killing and think I was justified in doing so, shouldn't we start calculating your compensation?"

"Well... let me take a look."

Yaro glanced at the bare materials shelf and curled his lip in disdain.

He then turned his gaze to the various specialized alchemy tables around him.

To set up such a complete alchemy table, the material cost alone exceeds three hundred magic stones. If it were a finished product made by someone else, the price might exceed five hundred magic stones!

"Since you don't want it anyway, why don't you just use these things to make up for my loss?"

As he spoke, Yaro actually made his move.

Furthermore, the largest heating platform was the first thing to be moved.

The heating platform needs to increase the temperature inside the furnace, requires special materials to withstand high temperatures, and the temperature needs to be firmly locked on the heating platform so as not to affect the alchemists using it nearby...

The required metal materials are not insignificant, not to mention the additional value such as refining techniques and added magic runes.

It can be said that the most crucial and expensive part of the entire alchemy table is the heating table.

"What are you doing!"

Ian couldn't hold back any longer.

"What, didn't you say you couldn't hear or see?"

“I hope you will keep quiet and remain silent. Once we’re outside, I can tell the guards directly that this was a gift from Ian, and if they don’t believe me, they can ask you.”

Ian gripped the heating plate tightly and said irritably, "Since you made it all the way from Ghost Garden, I don't believe Morton didn't handle it properly. Don't try to take advantage of me!"

"What Morton? What can he possibly handle?"

Yaro paused, then accused, "The key to this matter is you!"
It was you who sent the invitation, you who asked me to go to the Mannheim market yesterday, and it was you who didn't explain why you came, leaving me no choice but to come find you. And it was you who told me to walk this way...

I was bewitched the moment I stepped into the Ghost Garden, and I had to waste a treasure to save my life. Shouldn't you make amends for this?

With each word Yaro spoke, Ian's expression softened a little, but when Yaro finished speaking, Ian gripped the heating plate even tighter:
"What nonsense are you spouting! You're the Dancer Under the Moon! What kind of secret treasure would you need for something like this? You killed the guard and then turned around and accused me of deceiving you about my heating platform? That's utterly shameless!"

Yaro secretly thought things were bad.

Ian witnessed the 'Dancer Under the Moon' incident clearly. Back then, Yaro killed countless high-level apprentices. Logically, some fog and a few ordinary guards would naturally not pose a threat to him.

Hmm... If it weren't for the hidden dangers of magic, that level of mist really wouldn't have been able to shake the apprentice's spirit.

Otherwise, the fragments of remnant souls collected by the system would not be able to directly identify the person 'Morton'.

(End of this chapter)