Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 502 The Forgotten Bevin
“How about this, I’ll set up a research project,” Yaro said thoughtfully. “Let Bevin… one of my students, be your assistant. I’ll help you design the general direction of the experiment, he’ll handle the details and calculate the data, and you can use your experience to verify the feasibility of the data.”

Anabe was confused and honestly shook his head: "I didn't understand."

Yaro looked up and said, "I'll think of the ideas, he'll do the work, you'll refine them, and then I'll verify the final result."

It's roughly the same model as a mentor guiding graduate students in experiments, with Anabe serving as the experimental material.

“Bevin… you’re Baron Claire’s son, right?” Anabe questioned. “He’s only been studying with you for six months, hasn’t he? Is he capable?”

Yaro smiled and said, "He's about my age. If I can do it, why can't he?"

In fact, Bevin is a few years older than Barrow.

However, both in terms of physique and temperament, Yaro looked older than Bevin.

"You... you can modify a knight's secret technique into the current Blood Frenzy in just a few days, and then master it in a day or even half a day. How can a normal person compare to you?"

Anabe spoke with utmost seriousness.

These witchers had been watching Yaro for a long time and basically knew the source of his Blood Frenzy.

Anabe also practiced Blood Frenzy several times under the control of the Wind Dragon Armor, and deeply experienced the difficulty of learning Blood Frenzy.

Therefore, in his eyes, Yaro, who was capable of accomplishing these things, was not a person.

Yaro nodded: "Indeed, the difference between people is sometimes greater than the difference between people and dogs."

Anabé glanced at Yaro: "..."

I feel like you're insulting me.

Yaro turned his head away: "Alright, you don't need to worry. I'm in control of the direction, so what's the difference between what I did and what I did? Just cooperate seriously when the time comes."

"Ok."

Anabe could only nod in agreement.

……

Perrin Castle.

Since Dylan was appointed steward of the viscount's estate, he gradually moved the maids and servants of Perrin Castle to Lix City, leaving only a few squads of guards as outposts to guard against and observe the skeleton monsters.

With fewer people and the absence of the shadowy monsters of the past, various wild beasts soon began to roam around the castle.

Some guards tried shouting and intimidating them, but after a few times, the wild animals got used to it and ate on their own amidst the shouts.

"These idiots! I'm going to shoot them with an arrow, and once I get the meat, we'll all have a feast!"

The young guard, who had been shouting for a long time, said angrily.

An older guard leaned against the wall, holding a spear and basking in the sun, and said, "Don't waste your energy. Even if you hit them, you'll just be adding food to the jackals and tigers. Patton won't open the door."

"If those jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards dare to come, shoot them all dead!"

"And then what? Leave the meat outside to rot?"

The young guard gazed outside: "So we just watch them run rampant in the territory?"

Just then, a gentle voice came from the side: "Compared to the monstrous human bones that the refugees talk about, I prefer to see these lively animals active. Let them be. With the high walls protecting them, they can't threaten us anyway."

"Little Bevan?"

The young guard turned around with delight. But when he saw the ordinary-looking middle-aged man behind Bevin, his expression froze.

"Captain Patton!"

The older guard standing nearby immediately straightened up and bowed respectfully: "Young Master Bevin! Captain Patton!"

“Brother Zeller, Uncle Guzman,” Bevin nodded with a smile.

Captain Patton frowned: "Zeller, double the training tomorrow! Guzman, add two weeks of patrol duties!"

"Yes!"

The two replied with pained expressions.

Once Captain Patton quickened his pace, caught up with Bevan in a few steps, and disappeared at the end of the corridor, the young guard breathed a sigh of relief and quipped in a low voice, "I still prefer the previous male servant Patton. The current Captain Patton is too scary."

The older guard nudged him. "Don't talk nonsense. Captain Patton only obeys Baron Claire's orders. If you anger him, no one can plead for you."

As he spoke, the older guard glanced at the end of the corridor and lowered his voice as well: "Just bear with it. Once young master Bevan leaves, Captain Patton will leave too, or other outsiders will come to stay. Captain Patton will probably continue to pretend to be a male servant, and then our lives will be easier."

On the other side, Bevan had already pushed open the door to the training room. Despite the pungent stench, he diligently fed each mouse and carefully recorded the changes in each mouse's physical condition.

These rats, already retaining their wild nature, have become incredibly succulent thanks to Bevan's feeding.

Even so, when Bevin put his hand on the cage, he was immediately attacked by the large rats.

Even with leather gloves on, Bevin still winced in pain, but his hand remained steady, and his movements were not affected in the slightest.

Seeing Bevin's sincere expression, Captain Patton, who was following closely behind, couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Bevin, Mr. Yaro has already said that we don't need to feed these rats anymore. Are you sulking again?"

Bevan turned his head away, stubbornly saying, "I'm not sulking!"

Captain Patton chuckled, a hint of slyness creeping into his farmer-like, honest face: "You still say you haven't? I've watched you grow up, don't I know your personality? Tell me, what are you angry about?"

"I don't!"

In that moment of distraction, the rat in the iron cage that Bevan was holding bit the leather glove again.

That bite was fierce enough that Bevin quickly dropped the cage.

Bang!

The iron cage fell to the ground, and the large rat, which had been imprisoned for a long time, was finally freed. It squeaked excitedly and immediately ran to a corner.

Snapped!
A straw sandal crushed it, and the two mice, each the size of a fist, splattered blood more than a meter wide. Bevin even felt a few drops of warm, wet blood on his face.

Meanwhile, Captain Patton's foot was still twisting, as if he had swatted a big mosquito, and his expression remained unchanged, still maintaining the smile of an old farmer.

"Is it because little Heri has been studying for many extra days, but your teacher Yaro hasn't called you over? It's like the other kids got an extra piece of candy, but you didn't, so you're sulking?" Captain Patton's voice carried a hint of mockery.

"Really not!"

Blood rushed to Bevin's face, and he hurriedly tried to explain, "I just... I just..."

However, after a long time, he still couldn't come up with a suitable reason.

Under Captain Patton's gaze, his eyes darted around before he explained, "I've only been raising rats for a few days and I already feel miserable, but little Hery has been raising them for months. Compared to her dedication, what do I have to offer?"

(End of this chapter)