Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 437 Killing Intent Surges

Because of this mental conflict, Yarrow did not choose to turn around and rush in recklessly.

However, standing in the wild for too long is not a good solution.

With a little effort, Yaro pondered for a moment, then took out a raincoat from his spatial ring, put it on, and braved the rain to head towards Mannheim Market in the dark.

—The Viscount's territory is indeed a haven of tranquility, offering a peaceful environment to contemplate and resolve one's own thoughts. However, Harvey's shopkeeper still has thirty-six Ghost Orchids waiting for Yaro. If they are not harvested and planted as soon as possible, no one knows when they will wither and die.

Just as Yaro was stumbling along, absentmindedly making his way.

Suddenly, a pair of eerie green and cruel eyes appeared in the nearby jungle.

It stared greedily at the slightly disheveled body in the rain.

With such a large size, the delicious internal organs alone are enough to make for a hearty meal!
The thought of human flesh, rich in salt, made its throat and neck involuntarily twitch.

Humans are the most delicious thing!
It will give you energy!

It licked its dark nose, crouched down, and carefully crawled forward, taking advantage of the sound of the rain washing over it.

Nothing was found; the prey was nowhere to be found!
A fleeting, almost human-like, ecstatic joy flashed in those deep green eyes.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock!

The rain continues.

Yaro frowned, still lost in his own world.

The next moment, a bone-chilling coldness suddenly swept over the back of my neck!

Yaro's hair stood on end instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his muscle memory was activated.

They didn't even notice where the attack was coming from; all they could clearly see was that there was no danger ahead!

He suddenly squatted down and rolled forward abruptly.

pat!

The muddy water, full of sand and gravel, seeped into his inner shirt through the cracks in his face, like a cold, venomous snake that coiled around his hot body, starting from his neck.

It's a gray wolf!
Just as Yaro got a clear look, the gray wolf, as big as a calf, pounced again impatiently.

By this time, Koyal had regained his senses and clearly saw the gray wolf's muscles tense up. He easily dodged the attack by bracing himself with one hand on the ground.

"Heh... You dare to bully me?"

External conflicts are always the best way to alleviate internal conflicts.

Just like now, when an enemy appears, the body will naturally no longer replenish energy to conflicting thoughts, but will instead supply energy to the fighting muscles.

At this moment, Yaro remembered the black cat Gemma again, and her teachings.

……

"During combat, the survival instinct is triggered, and all emotions will strive for survival. Scattered emotions will be very rare, so don't always think about escaping."

"Fight, Yaro!"

……

"fighting?"

Yaro looked at the gray wolf in front of him and suddenly laughed.

He laughed heartily, but his gaze was exactly the same as that of the gray wolf opposite him.

Cold and cruel.

"That? It dares to even mention fighting me?"

After two failed attacks, the gray wolf seemed to realize that its prey was difficult to deal with. It let out a deep, menacing growl from its throat and neck as it slowly circled around Yaro.

"Snoring..."

It seemed a little hesitant.

Yaro slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Zheng!"

The slender cross-shaped longsword was drawn, piercing through the rain curtain and flashing a streak of light in the darkness.

The gray wolf suddenly shrank back, as if it knew the power of the longsword.

It hesitated for a moment, glanced at Yaro with its eerie green eyes, then shrank back and slowly retreated.

It sensed confidence in Yaro's actions.

Hunting doesn't need to involve such great risks. After the gray wolf retreated into the darkness, Yaro paused for a moment.

Turn around.

Pull your legs and run.

"Ouch!"

The desolate howls of wolves carried a hint of impatience.

Moments later, in the dark and deep wasteland, howls of wolves rose and fell, mixed with the howling wind, which was terrifying.

Yaro, who was running with his head down, finally grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Come on! Come on all of you! What kind of hero uses witchcraft!"

……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +87]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +61]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +127]

……

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
"Who is it? It's so late, can't you see I'm closing the door?"

Harvey, the shop owner, pulled up the peephole while complaining.

The spy lens had only a small opening, yet a strong stench of blood emanated from it, so strong it was almost blinding!

"hiss!"

Shopkeeper Harvey gasped and instinctively took a half step back, already grabbing a magical artifact in his hand.

"Junior, don't panic, it's me. I just stretched my body on the road and got my raincoat dirty."

Yaro's calm voice came along with the smell of blood.

Just as Teacher Gemma the Black Cat taught, during a battle, all emotions will strive for survival, and all the memories within oneself that can save one's life will be quickly brought to the surface.

At the same time, this process of fighting is also the best way to activate hidden distractions and correct one's main consciousness.

Just like forging weapons.

With each hammer blow, the distorted main consciousness was finally hammered back to its original form.

Through this battle, Yaro finally calmed the contradictions in his mind.

The investigation will continue!

And the punishment will be severe!

If someone is even slightly innocent, they'll earn those three skill points.

What's there to be conflicted about?

"What...is there for you?" Harvey, the shopkeeper, hesitated, not in a hurry to activate the magic circle.

Yaro explained, "Did anyone deliver thirty-six Ghost Orchids today? I came to pick them up, but I didn't expect you to close so early today."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll take good care of those ghost orchids for you," Harvey, the shopkeeper, said politely, not entirely trusting.

Yaro wasn't in a hurry. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'm really sorry to have disturbed your rest. See you tomorrow."

He's now determined to earn those three skill points.

"Morton!"

A burning killing intent, like molten lava, surged within Yaro's heart.

The Ghost Orchid was indeed in Harvey's shop, because the moment Harvey opened the peephole, Yaro had already sensed the connection with the 'Thirty-Seven Yan Yun Riders'.

Almost simultaneously, a new memory from an observer's perspective suddenly appeared in Yaro's memory.

Even the slightest difference in thought was corrected in an instant!
That memory began the second time I boarded the carriage, when I was drowsy!
In other words, it was from that time that Yaro's consciousness was split into two parts.

The situation was somewhat similar to when the 'Thirty-Seven Yan Yun Riders' appeared, except that the change in thinking was not significant this time, so Yaro himself did not notice it.

Normally, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the two main minds would gradually re-merge, and the slight differences would subside.

However, the connection with the 'Thirty-Seven Yan Yun Riders' suddenly accelerated this process, while also preserving the memory of being an observer.

(End of this chapter)