Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 449 Accident
Yaro wandered around, and thanks to his strength and the advantages of his spatial ring, the materials he collected were soon worth more than ten pieces.

With the spatial ring, Yaro can directly collect any valuable materials.

So much so that a tremendous idea suddenly popped into his mind: "If I use a spatial ring to scavenge for trash, I'll definitely become rich in no time, right?"

This is the advantage of the spatial ring.

Practice brings true knowledge.

After spending only half a day on the outskirts of the Dark Plains, Yaro had already clearly sensed that this area was simply not suitable for ordinary... that is, intermediate apprentices without spatial rings.

It's not that this place is too dangerous, but rather that the harvest here is simply not enough to cover the daily needs of an intermediate apprentice.

Take those water ghosts from earlier, for example. Even without using close combat, Yaro could easily have wiped them all out with just a small fireball spell.

However, the magic stones ultimately obtained are not even enough to fully replenish the magic power used up.

If intermediate apprentices stay here, they can forget about improving their skills.

A day of meditation to replenish magic power, a day of hunting, and after deducting the various potions consumed in the Dark Plains, the remaining magic stones might only be enough for one person to live a prosperous life for a few days in the mortal realm.

Furthermore, no accidents can occur during this process; if any accidents happen, the consequences could be dire.

Will something unexpected happen in the Dark Plains?
No, it should be phrased differently.

When will the accident happen?

As Yaro drew closer to his destination, the forest island, an unexpected situation soon arose.

Three jet-black harbinger birds flew out of the forest island and circled above Yaro's head, chirping incessantly.

Their voices were sharp and piercing, disgusting and ominous, much like the greedy, greasy laughter of a john.

The harbinger owl is a type of owl, entirely black in color, and mostly of ordinary species. The key point is that they usually like to cooperate with powerful hunters, finding prey for them, and then taking a share of the spoils once the prey is killed.

It is precisely because of this natural willingness to cooperate with other creatures that many wizards like to keep some as pets, or even directly as magical companions.

After quickly recalling the information about the harbinger bird in his mind, Yaro took a deep breath and, without rushing into the forest, waited where he was.

"According to the information Ian provided, a large number of snake-like magical beasts have gathered here, and it is suspected that a female golden-crowned python in heat has appeared."

Suspected basically means not. Although a female golden-crowned python in heat is strong, her weaknesses are also obvious.

Moreover, they are extremely valuable; a living one can fetch several hundred magic stones, and a dead one is worth over a hundred.

If there were truly a female golden-crowned python in estrus, such news would not have been sold by human traffickers; they would have already prepared the necessary materials and captured the female golden-crowned python themselves.

"There may not be a female golden-crowned python, but there should be quite a few snake-like magical beasts. Snakes usually swallow their prey whole, so it's impossible for a harbinger bird to cooperate with snake-like magical beasts."

So, it turned out that the gluttonous snakes had mistakenly attracted some powerful magical beasts.

still is……

Just as Yaro was pondering and guessing, a river otter suddenly emerged from the nearby swamp and spoke in human language:
"Run! There's more than one female golden-crowned python here. To keep the news quiet, they'll definitely kill you!"

Yaro frowned. "Who are you? And who are they?"

Following the clues to find the monster seems to have led me into someone else's trap? Um... should I say that those who fish use bait, while those who lure people use money?

But at this moment, the otter's dull eyes suddenly brightened, and when it noticed Yaro, it showed a look of bewilderment and fear. In a flash, it dived back into the water.

It's neither a supernatural being nor a magical pet?
Or is it because of its good acting skills?
Before Yaro could hesitate any longer, a commotion broke out on the forest island, and a group of people rushed out aggressively in moments.

It really is a human!
Seeing that it wasn't the powerful magical beast he had imagined, Yaro lost interest and immediately activated the Soaring Dragon Movement Technique, turning around and fleeing in a different direction.

"Stop! Submit your inspection!"

Noticing Yaro's actions, the group became even more anxious, unleashing one low-level trick after another in a barrage of attacks on Yaro.

However, Yaro was prepared, as the location where he had previously stopped was already a short distance away from Forest Island.

With the aid of the Dragon's Movement Technique, Yaro moved through the swamp without any worries. As the distance between them grew further and further, the people cursed and swore, but did not continue to chase.

Only the three harbinger birds remained, unwilling to give up, circling above Yaro and following him around for a long time.

Boo hoo hoo-!
With a few short, sharp sounds, the three harbinger birds in the sky fell to the ground.

Yaro wasn't surprised. He stopped, turned around, and calmly looked at a clump of bushes beside him:
"I thought you wouldn't make a move."

"Ugh, this is really troublesome. Actually, I didn't want to take action, but you're always with my guys, and I can't expose myself, so I have no choice but to do it."

As the bushes parted, the first thing that caught the eye was a crossbow about half a person's height, with a chillingly sharp gleam on it.

Yaro tensed his muscles.

At such a short distance, and with the archer able to easily shoot down three harbinger birds flying in the sky from such a great distance, no one dares to say that they have absolute certainty of dodging that powerful crossbow.

However, when he caught a glimpse of the person behind the crossbow, a look of astonishment flashed in Yaro's eyes: "A Witcher?"

Yaro then immediately contradicted himself: "No, that's not right...it doesn't seem like it."

Although the man in front of him was tall and strong, with the air of a demon hunter, his face was covered with a sparse beard, and he wore an old leather armor covered with mud and fallen leaves. He was lazy and slovenly, a complete old-timer mercenary.

There was none of that strange, amber-like stillness that the Witcher had.

"Alright, kid, even if you praise me like that, I won't let you off the hook!"

The old mercenary snorted and continued, "I felt sorry for you, so I kindly reminded you, but you're so good at clinging to my old partner and drawing their attention to me."

Yaro's body tensed up quickly, and he was about to launch an attack in advance, but a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and he chuckled and relaxed.

"Me? Praise you? Is 'Witcher' a compliment?"

Whether they were nobles among mortals or commoners whom they primarily protected and sheltered, they all deeply feared and loathed the Witcher.

Besides the fact that witchers have a poor image, the more crucial reason is that most nobles have wizard apprentices behind them.

The existence of witchers brings no benefit to wizard apprentices and they also steal the same prey. Naturally, the nobles, who are the mainstream voice, will not say anything good about witchers, and the common people blindly follow them.

(End of this chapter)