Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 460 The Witcher Arrives

While claiming it was repayment, Yaro placed twelve secret treasures before him and smiled, saying:
"This is what I got yesterday. Do you think you can help me find a way to sell it? Once I've earned the magic stones, you can deduct the cost of the materials I used with you before from the profit."

Apart from the Lion Emblem that Yaro kept as a tactical supplement, all the other treasures obtained from Morton are here.

The strongest of these treasures can only be used for level two magic tricks, far inferior to the Shadow Wolf Pendant that Yaro once encountered. The Shadow Wolf Pendant only sold for 80 magic stones. In comparison, these half-broken treasures should be worth around 500 magic stones if sold normally.

Harvey, the shop owner, understood.

They're basically asking me to handle stolen goods, and the so-called "repayment" is just a middleman fee.
But faced with a 'business' that could yield over a hundred magic stones, he really couldn't refuse.

With just one glance, Harvey, the shop owner, suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Cursed Magic Crystal Boots?"

After a careful examination, shopkeeper Harvey confirmed, "Yes, they are indeed the Cursed Magic Crystal Boots."

Following Harvey's gaze, Yarrow asked, puzzled, "What? Are these crystal boots famous?"

Harvey, the shopkeeper, didn't pry into the origins of these treasures. He nodded and explained:

"Rumor has it that this is a cursed artifact, and that women who wear it will soon meet their end."

Yaro looked at the pair of ornate crystal boots in surprise: "The End of Destiny? It's just a low-level enchanted treasure, is it really that exaggerated?"

Harvey, the shop owner, scratched his dwindling hair:

"That's the rumor. It often appears in black market auction houses, and each time it appears, its value increases. As far as I know, the most recent price has risen to over 300 magic stones."

"It's going to raise the price again?" Yaro was somewhat incomprehensible. "Shouldn't such a treasure with obvious negative effects be destroyed outright?"

Harvey, the shopkeeper, shrugged and said, "How could we possibly destroy it? This kind of treasure, which is so clearly targeted, has a considerable audience."

"The audience? The story of the poisoned apple?" Yaro asked thoughtfully.

Harvey, the shopkeeper, nodded: "That's right. Just like in the fairy tale where the king disguises himself as a wandering wizard and poisons the poor little prince, a cursed crystal boot like this is more useful than any powerful treasure when there is internal strife within a family."

"Huh? The king poisoned the little prince?"

Yaro didn't react for a moment, but he quickly recalled the stories he had seen in the castle when he was a child in this life.

"Oh, yes, that's right, it's that story, Harvey, you've read it too?"

Speaking of which, since Morton possesses this treasure, perhaps Ian's mother really was killed by him.

“That’s normal. Many wizarding families have these kinds of books because these fairy tales were created by a great star wizard. They won’t be tainted by any strange powers, making them perfect for children. They’ve been around for many years and are widely loved and celebrated,” Harvey, the shopkeeper, said matter-of-factly.

I never imagined that these few little fairy tale books had such a significant history.

As Yaro was feeling somewhat sentimental, he heard Harvey, the shopkeeper, ask, "Moon... Senior Brother, are you going to destroy it?"

"Of course not. Just like I said before, let's sell all these treasures."

Even the Fernando wizarding family's offer of two thousand magic stones a year couldn't sway Harvey, so Yaro naturally wasn't worried that Harvey would run away with the donated money.

Shopkeeper Harvey then glanced around at the other treasures, his eyes flickering slightly. He said calmly, "These treasures aren't particularly powerful, but they're quite well-known around here. They can only be obtained through the black market within the plains, but that means at least a 50% loss..."

Yaro nodded and said, "I'm leaving this to you. You can handle the arrangements yourself... By the way, Harvey, do you have any Wind Butterfly Gold, Wind Chime Stone, or Evil Spirit Suppression Stone here?"

Harvey, the shopkeeper, was taken aback: "You obtained the Wind Dragon Armor that Ian made?"

He quickly came to his senses and apologized hastily: "Please forgive my rudeness. Many of the materials for that Wind Dragon Armor were ordered from me, so I didn't realize it for a moment."

Yaro waved his hand: "It's alright, news should spread soon, and you'll know what happened then... By the way, don't tell Ian about my situation."

Ian didn't die?

Harvey nodded, composed himself, and led Yaro toward the materials warehouse, explaining as he went:

"Wind Disc Gold material is lightweight and has its own wind magic, so I will also add some to the armor I make."

Wind chime stones can be used to adjust the wind-shaped gold on armor.

These material warehouses all have inventory.

As for the evil spirit suppression stone, although this material isn't high-grade, its uses are quite limited. Aside from being used to adjust demon god bone powder, only some weaker hunting teams use this type of stone as weapons. If you don't need a large quantity, I can ask the hunting supply shop next door to get some for you.”

“Sure,” Yaro then added, “Could you also prepare silver essence, vanadium fossils, fish glue, desert fire lizard blood… these materials? I will pay you magic stones at market price.”

……

With the spatial bracelet as cover, Yaro's behavior became a little more unrestrained. After leaving the Mannheim market for a short distance, he stored all the materials he had purchased into his spatial ring and then rode his swift horse toward the Viscount's territory.

Yaro originally planned to go directly to the Treant Forest, but when he arrived near Lix City, someone sent him a message.

"My lord, there are three unusually-looking guests waiting for you at the Viscount's manor. They arrived before dawn and have been waiting for most of the day."

A guest with unusual appearance?
A thought struck Yaro: The demon hunters had finally arrived? He wondered how many magical plants they had brought.

"Take me there."

The once magnificent decorations of the Viscount's mansion are gone, leaving only incomplete traces and simple, rustic carvings.

After the gold and silver were stripped away, the mansion looked somewhat desolate, yet it was bustling with people coming and going.

The delicate flowers in the garden have long since disappeared, and small, tenacious yellow flowers have sparsely taken over this fertile land, as if they were new life being born from a volcano.

As Aaron passed by, the servants and craftsmen who were passing by stopped and bowed to him with piety and gratitude.

"Praise be to you, great lord!"

Although Yarrow did not manage the territory much, Dylan used the original policies of the Earl's territory, which was better than those of Viscount Corey in every respect.

Dylan naturally wouldn't take credit for himself, and the servants and craftsmen simply took all the good deeds as instructions from Yarrow.

"Thank you for your blessings," Yaro replied with a smile.

According to the rules here, these credits should indeed belong to Yaro, since he is the current lord. The so-called 'territorial steward' is just a steward, isn't he?

Amidst the greetings along the way, Yarrow arrived near the Viscount's reception room.

"Lord Yue." The tall Dylan immediately bowed.

Yarrow nodded, and Anabe, who was standing beside him, immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Yue." This time he no longer addressed him as 'Little Mr. Yue'.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anabe, and um, and these two gentlemen whose names I don't know." As he spoke, Yaro turned his gaze to the two men beside Anabe.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Viscount. I am Francis. It is an honor to meet you." Francis bowed with his hand on his chest, performing the greeting cleanly and crisply.

He was tall and robust, with strong, powerful muscles, thick, short, silver-white hair, and a pair of sharp blue eyes beneath thick eyebrows. He had a noticeable scar on his left cheek, a resolute face, and a slight beard on his chin, giving him a determined and courageous air.

He wore a strange suit of armor that was half metal and half leather, and carried a greatsword and a powerful crossbow on his back.

"Edgar!"

Edgar gave a concise bow.

He was handsome with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a neatly groomed mustache. He was well-proportioned and agile, wearing a black tight-fitting leather jacket, which made him look rather thin next to the bear-like figure beside him.

He carried a double-edged dagger and a finely crafted short bow.

Berserker and Assassin?

Hmm... and there's also the seasoned mercenary next to him.

This was Yarrow's first impression of them.

However, although these three have different styles, they all have a strange feeling about their appearance, as if they have had too many plastic surgeries and injected a lot of hyaluronic acid, giving people a fake and strange feeling.

“Lord Moon, these two are mercenaries who, like me, gave up their identity as Witcher. They’ve come here to fulfill our previous agreement,” Anabe, with a full beard, introduced from the side.

“Welcome to my territory… Oh, by the way, Dylan, is my reception room still able to accommodate these distinguished guests?” Yaro said, glancing at Dylan beside him.

Yaro had not forgotten the mess he had seen in the reception room last time.

Dressed in a black suit, Dylan pushed open the door to the adjacent living room, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed elegantly, saying, "Sir, the gold and silver decorations in the reception room cannot be repaired in a short time."

However, the living room furniture and furnishings have been rearranged to ensure cleanliness and comfort, and the walls and floors have been carefully cleaned and maintained.

We have also prepared tea and snacks for our guests; we hope you won't mind.

"This is already very good."

Yaro smiled and then explained to the former demon hunters beside him, "Some incidents happened in the Viscount's territory recently, and the entire Viscount's mansion was almost completely looted. Please forgive us if there are any problems."

Although there was a large bag next to them, which looked like it was full of magical plants, Yaro didn't mention the magical plants at all.

Berserker Francis seemed to be unable to hold back any longer: "Mr. Moon, we've come here to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the seasoned veteran Anabe stepped forward and exclaimed somewhat exaggeratedly, "So we're Mr. Moon's first guests? Oh, Francis, Edgar, we're truly honored!"

He then stepped through the gate.

The living room is brightly lit, with soft sunlight streaming in through the large windows and illuminating the entire space.

The light-colored curtains added a touch of warmth to the light, and the smooth wooden floor exuded a natural and comfortable atmosphere.

A set of neat wooden chairs is placed in the center, covered with a layer of soft fabric. Just looking at them makes you feel soft and comfortable. Some green plants are placed around them, making the whole living room look more simple and natural.

Unlike the drunken revelry and decadence of the past, or the previous desolation and decay.

It is equally charming and aesthetically pleasing.

In the end, all it took was using some curtains from the Viscount’s mansion, having a carpenter make a set of chairs, and adding a little decoration, and the entire reception room was completely transformed.

"Very good! Dylan, you're a professional!" Yaro praised without reservation.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dylan nodded politely, then asked, "Lord Yue, would you like any other tea prepared for you? We currently have Xiling black tea and lemongrass tea, and some coffee arrived yesterday. If needed, we can grind it immediately."

Do you still have blueberry wine?

“Yes.” Dylan nodded.

"Give me a bottle of fruit wine. It's already evening, and I don't want to be up all night," Yaro smiled, then looked at the other guests beside him. "What about you?"

Francis: "Xiling black tea, thank you."

Edgar: "Coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar, no milk."

Anabe sat down casually on the soft chair and waved, "Do you have beer? No? Okay, then give me a bottle of fruit wine too."

Soon, the drinks were served.

Yarrow gestured for the maids to leave, then toyed with his wine glass, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked casually, "Can you tell me why you've come all this way today?"

Anabe casually stuffed a piece of pastry into his hand, crumbs flying everywhere, and said nonchalantly, "Because they weren't planning to talk to you before, but they suddenly found out about yesterday's events, so they rushed to call me over to find you."

Francis calmly sipped his tea, as if the topic wasn't about him at all.

Edgar, however, was frowning as he watched Anabe eat, and couldn't help but say, "Anabe, can you be a little more mindful of what you're eating?"

"What's there to worry about? Just eat more when there's food, and you'll know you're hungry when there's nothing left... Come on, Francis, you should try this. It's pretty good."

Seeing that Anabe was enjoying his food, Yaro also picked up a piece of pastry.

Hmm... it's not that the taste is bad, it's just a normal pastry flavor, nowhere near as good as the barbecue Anabe had before.

After finishing one piece, Yaro stopped eating and instead picked up his wine glass, slowly sipping the fruit wine. He then turned his gaze to the other two: "What made you change your minds?"

Anabe swallowed hard, and before he could catch his breath, he blurted out, "It's not because of your strength anyway."

Yaro couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Do you yourselves even believe that?"

“Not just because of your strength,” Edgar added calmly.

Francis, who seemed rather rude, nodded and said, "No matter how strong you are, what does it have to do with us? What we promised you? That was Anabe's promise. We've already left our identities as Witchers, and at most, we're just friends with him."

I've never heard of anyone agreeing to do something for a friend.

(End of this chapter)