Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 476 Anabe's Joining
Anabe remained in a yoga-like supporting bridge pose, seemingly still yet in motion, in the middle of the grove.

At this moment, if a ping-pong ball were placed on the chest of the Wind Dragon Armor, with the slight adjustments made by the Wind Dragon Armor's swaying motion, the ping-pong ball would only hover repeatedly around the chest.

This is the most difficult step to learn and practice in "New Blood Frenzy".

The external appearance alone is already very difficult, but the internal details are even more complex than what is visible on the surface!

After a short while, Anabe let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

Yaro put away his book, jumped down from the tree, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Absolutely amazing!"

Anabe turned to look at Yaro and praised him repeatedly:
"Using external pressure, injections, scent guidance, muscle manipulation... these seemingly ordinary methods have achieved effects that many forms of witchcraft cannot accomplish. It's truly ingenious!"

"Looks like things are going smoothly?" Yaro asked with a smile.

Anabe took a few deep breaths, straightened up by pushing himself up from the ground, and said, "I don't know if it went smoothly or not."

"Oh?" Yaro raised an eyebrow. "What did you sense?"

Anabe shrugged and said, "I didn't feel anything. Everything is just as described in 'Blood Frenzy,' but my intuition tells me that if I continue to train, some problems may arise."

"A lady's intuition?" Yaro said jokingly.

“No, this is the intuition of an experienced, male, veteran!” Anabe emphasized firmly.

Then, he blinked and whispered, "If you're curious about women, I can take you to the wolf's den to learn more."

“I don’t need you to take me,” Yaro said irritably. “I just can’t stand an old man acting all coy. Just tell me what you instinctively feel.”

"That's such a shame."

Anabe adjusted his tone slightly and continued in his reply:

"As for my intuition... well, it's not easy to answer. My body may have sensed something, but I can't make a specific judgment, so I don't know whether what happens will be good or bad."

Of course, this feeling might just be a premonition that I'll be able to master the "Blood Frenzy" technique.

Although the "Blood Frenzy" technique is difficult to practice, its principle is very simple: it involves injury and repair, but during the repair process, "life magic" is also added.

But whether it's 'injury' or 'repair,' it can't hide from a seasoned veteran's perception of his own body.

Anabe has been hiding some things.

"So what is your decision?" Yaro asked calmly. He wasn't going to delve into the reasons behind it; he just wanted the result.

"Decide?"

Anabe smiled, extended his hand, and said:
"Anab, the Witcher, greets His Excellency the Headmaster!"

Snapped!
Yaro pulled him up, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed loudly, "Great! With you joining us, I'll never lack delicious roast meat again."

“Oh, buddy, that’s really hurting my feelings!” Anabe exclaimed dramatically. “Does this mean that I, an old hunter, am destined to be a cook at the new college?”

“No, of course not, that would be a waste of your talent. At the very least, you would be the dean’s personal head chef,” Yaro joked.

"A private chef? Dean, can I still back out now?"

"It's too late now!" Yaro said deliberately with a stern face. "Get up, put on your pile of junk, and start working now. This dean is starving!"

Despite saying this, Yaro immediately summoned the three leaders of Lan'er Village and introduced Anabe to them. "This is Mr. Anabe, the vice-principal of the new academy in Lan'er Village. From now on, you should respect him as you would me."

"Yes, Lord Yarrow, Lord Anabe."

The three responsible persons bowed respectfully.

Anabe remained wise and composed, responding skillfully in a manner completely different from before: "Everyone, I am deeply honored to become the vice dean of the new academy in Lan'er Village. I am grateful for Lord Yaro's recognition and look forward to working with you all. Thank you for your respect and support."

Yaro couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

I didn't expect you, an old fox, to be so adept at using official jargon.
After the managers left, Anabe resumed his previous slick and relaxed tone: "Oh, buddy, you should have given me an easier job."

"For example, the dean's personal chef?"

Anabe shrugged and said, "Comparing the two, it seems like becoming your personal chef isn't such a bad idea after all?"

……

While Anabe was grilling meat, Yaro handed him a bottle of fruit wine and asked:

"Anabey, how did those two invitations end up in your hands?"

Now that Anabe has agreed to become the vice dean of the academy, there's no need to beat around the bush anymore.

Anabe took the bottle and downed half of it in one gulp before letting out a sigh of relief. He said, "We've lived here for so long and have made a few good friends. But don't worry, since we handed over those three invitations to you, we naturally acknowledge the character of those two families."

"Drink less. This is your daily limit. Drinking too much is not good for your heart's recovery."

"It's nothing. When I was seriously injured, I drank strong liquor every day, and my wounds still healed quickly," Anabe said nonchalantly.

"Suit yourself. Anyway, this is the only amount of alcohol you'll have each day here."

Yaro sat down on the ground, looking at the roasted meat, and said:

"I naturally trust your judgment, but I think you should also know my taboos."

Anabe explained, “Dean Yarrow, it wasn’t us who spread your information; they found out on their own and even discovered our travels to and from your territory. That’s why they contacted us to deliver the invitations.”

Yarrow nodded and asked in a casual tone:

"I basically guessed these things when I saw those three invitations."

But I still don't understand why you didn't just refuse outright.

What made you accept those three invitations and insist on delivering them to me?

Anabe rubbed the roasted meat with special spices, saying, "Lord Yaro, are you unaware of what's happening on the Dark Plains?"

"You know I've been in my territory these past few days, how could I possibly have any sources of information?"

Don't assume that the Viscount's territory is close to the Dark Plains just because Yarrow frequently travels to and from the Mannheim market.

The viscount's territory was over 300 kilometers away from Mannheim Market, a distance exceeding even the straight-line length of the Kingdom of Lanelli. Furthermore, the entire route was wilderness, a complex path teeming with wild beasts, utterly uninhabited, making it impossible for anyone to bring information from that direction.

Yaro took a sip of his drink and casually asked, "What? What happened in the Dark Plains again?"

(End of this chapter)