Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 480 Banquet
According to etiquette, one should arrive at a banquet half an hour in advance to allow time to adapt to the environment, socialize, make preparations, and avoid being late.

But Yaro said he would arrive on time, and he really did arrive right at the start time of the banquet.

The sky darkened and night fell, but a faint glimmer of light still lingered, casting a hazy glow over the earth.

Meanwhile, the newly built training ground was radiating brilliant light, like a newly risen, dazzling pearl on the earth.

The refugees, who had been busy all day, had finished their dinner. Their worn-out clothes were scattered around the glittering training ground, and they curiously peered at the richly dressed nobles.

As Yaro walked along, he saw refugees scattered around the banquet area and suddenly recalled the scenes of rural movie screenings in his previous life, from the time of his elders.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and people who look at the scenery look at you upstairs.

This is indeed a good thing; at least these refugees dare to observe, unlike the villagers of Lan'er Village who keep their doors tightly shut, fearing they might inadvertently offend the nobles.

“The inhabitants of the Earl’s territory are indeed more spirited than people elsewhere, even these refugees.”

With that thought in mind, Yaro stepped through the wooden gate of the training ground amidst the respectful demeanor of several guards.

Just a door away, the whole world seems to have changed.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are adorned with magnificent long scrolls depicting war scenes and heroic deeds. Light shines through the murals depicting battles, casting a blurry and mysterious shadow in the corridor.

The floor is covered with diamond-shaped black and white marble tiles, reflecting the dim light and as smooth and flat as a mirror. A faint floral fragrance permeates the corridor, originating from the flowers blooming in the corner. The air is filled with a warm and pleasant atmosphere, making one feel as if they are in a completely different world.

Looking down at the smooth, almost reflective floor tiles, Yaro sighed with emotion: "Who would have thought that just a few hours ago, this was just a newly built, simple frame house?"

This is the extraordinary creativity possessed by superhuman beings with magical powers.

Just like Bialo, the techniques he has mastered, such as 'Trip,' 'Growth,' 'Heat Melt,' and 'Water Balloon,' can also produce very good results if used for infrastructure construction.

"Perhaps this is one of the reasons why wizard apprentices earn so much more than ordinary people."

"If wizard apprentices were truly willing to do ordinary jobs, how many jobs could one wizard apprentice take away?"

"However, this kind of thing has its advantages and disadvantages. Magic can be a powerful 'means of production' that far surpasses the level of our time, and it can also be a powerful weapon. It's not as fast as the energy you get from eating meat directly, even if you work hard to 'eat grass'."

"Magic violence, social security, public panic, job security... No wonder the great Star Wizards kept most ordinary people out. Besides the various monsters and disasters brought by the Void Magic, social management is also a big problem."

Just as Yaro was lost in thought, the burly Francis strode over to greet him.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Viscount."

He was still wearing a strange suit of armor that was half leather and half gold, but it was very clean, and he had some metal plates that looked like medals on his chest, which gave him the air of a military general.

"You too, Mr. Francis."

Yarrow nodded in return, then looked around and asked, "Where is Mr. Edgar?"

“Edgar is with Anabe, welcoming the new teachers and their families,” Francis explained, leading the way. Although the banquet was suggested by the 'teachers,' the host was ultimately Yaro, and since Yaro wasn't hosting, the vice-principal Anabe and the intermediary Edgar were on his behalf.

After taking a few steps around the banquet hall and waiting for the servants to announce his arrival, Yaro vaguely heard Anabe's loud voice ring out from the hall: "Please welcome our esteemed... Viscount!"

The commotion immediately subsided, and the grand entrance was slowly pushed open.

Squeak!

The deep, muffled sound seemed to possess a certain magic, as if a timeless and solemn atmosphere had appeared in the air.

stomping on...

Yaro maintained a composed demeanor, his metal boots clapping with firm, powerful strides as he slowly entered the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was decorated in a magnificent manner, with exquisite murals inlaid on the high ceiling, and delicate magic crystal chandeliers emitting a soft yet dazzling light. The surrounding walls were huge carved walls, with delicate and intricate carvings showcasing wonderful artistic details.

In the middle of the hall, ladies dressed in elegant gowns bowed one after another; gentlemen, also dressed in dignified suits, bowed with their hands on their chests.

Yaro nodded slightly to Anabe, then looked around, tapped his shoulder, and smiled, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I hope my arrival hasn't disturbed your mood."

"Of course not, Viscount Yarrow. Everyone is delighted to have you here. Your presence will only make this banquet more joyous!"

"Viscount Yarrow, your presence is an honor to us. This is a joyous occasion!"

"Viscount Yarrow's arrival has made this event even more wonderful, and everyone is delighted to share this special moment with you!"

The ladies covered their mouths and chuckled, while the gentlemen offered words of comfort, making the banquet hall even more lively.

These flattering remarks didn't fool Yaro. He smiled and nodded, "Have a wonderful evening."

Those around him echoed, "You too, Viscount."

After some pleasantries, the band on the sidelines gradually started playing the banquet music, and the cheerful and beautiful melody filled the entire banquet hall.

The banquet music also served as a signal, as the waiters, who had been prepared in advance, came out carrying various delicacies.

Yaro naturally blended into the lively crowd, but those around him who seemed to be chatting casually and dancing freely always secretly cast scrutinizing glances at him.

Yaro remained calm, picked up a glass of wine from the side, and raised it slightly to Anabe who was coming to greet him: "Good evening."

"Good evening, Dean. Your attire today is rather inappropriate for the banquet," Anabe said with a grin as he squeezed in.

At that moment, Edgar, who was walking beside him, also raised his glass: "Good evening, Mr. Yarrow."

Edgar was wearing a fitted dark gray suit today, equally exquisite, but very understated in the banquet hall. Moreover, this color would blend into the darkness once he left the room, which was very fitting for his 'assassin identity'.

(End of this chapter)