Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 541 Whistleblower
"Bevin, are you ready?"

"Ready, teacher."

"Then let's get started."

"Yes!"

……

Failed.

Yaro didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

Losing the way to harvest experience points again, but also avoiding a fierce battle... Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Bevin staggered, the effects of lead poisoning seemed particularly pronounced on him.

Yaro, however, became more and more energetic, even having a sense of nostalgia as if he were breathing in the exhaust fumes of a tractor.

But this sentiment cannot solve the immediate problems.

"Stop, Bevan."

“Teacher…” Bevan gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, “I can still hold on!”

Yaro shook his head, stepped forward, extinguished the boiling flames, and then channeled his wind magic to summon a whirlwind that cleared the toxins from the laboratory, explaining as he did so:

Whether or not we can communicate with the strange space can actually be determined in a short time; if we can, we can, and if we can't, we can't.

"It's like when you smell lead poison in a carriage, you immediately have an abnormal reaction."

“Yesterday, you opened the giant’s bizarre space not long after you started boiling the poisonous salt.”

"By now, the outcome is already decided. There's no need for us to waste any more time breathing in this poison gas..."

The concentration and types of magic vary in different locations within the main world, and the differences between the strange space and the main world are even greater.

As long as you get close... no, you don't even need to get close, as long as you communicate, this magical fluctuation is inevitable!
Just like the diffusion effect of gases, as long as a certain connection is established, the void magic, which has a stronger permeability than air, will immediately converge and cause magical waves.

Bevin's lips trembled a few times, his eyes flickering with worry and hesitation, and he stammered:

"Teacher, we...we've been troubling you all this time, but we haven't been able to help you in any way..."

Yaro scoffed, "Stop talking nonsense. Your father paid the tuition long ago."

"But... teacher... there's something I want to tell you!"

Bevin finally made a decision.

"Oh? Tell me."

Yaro didn't even turn his head back into the tunnel; he was busy with his hands.

After clearing away the surrounding toxic gas, he went to the glass jars used for boiling, scooped out the remaining toxic salt with a spoon, and spread it out on a mesh wooden frame to cool and drain, making it easier for subsequent processing.

Bevan and Heri have already strayed into the bizarre space and are no longer suitable for researching how to purify poison salt, so Yaro is going to take over the task himself.

Although it doesn't have to be done right now, the cleanup work after steaming or boiling always needs to be done.

Bevin clenched his fist nervously, took a deep breath, and mustered his courage to say:

"The reason why Deputy Butler Dylan's grain purchases are so valuable... is because the vast majority of the grain, including all the low-priced grain bought through connections, was transported from Baron Perrin's territory to the Earl's territory!"

"Forehead?"

Yaro paused.

I'm starting to think I might quit.

Bevin, having given up all hope, ignored Yaro's reaction and continued, craning his neck:
"Furthermore, the reason why no more refugees continued to pour in was because the Earl's territory blocked the news."

“Deputy Butler Dylan also cooperated, forbidding the refugees from returning!” “I heard that the explanation for the grain in the Earl’s territory is that it was a secret granary built by Countess Ilinda in the past.”

"Countess Ilinda also deceived the people, telling them there was no way out, preventing them from coming to our safe territory..."

At first, Yaro did not understand, but after thinking for a moment, he understood the reason.

It's somewhat like burning your boats, but more about correcting the situation of "surrounding three sides while leaving one open".

—If the people knew about this escape route, wouldn't it create a situation of "surrounding three sides and leaving one side open"?
It doesn’t seem right!

The earldom is naturally fortified, like Hangu Pass in the Qin Dynasty, so what's there to fear about being surrounded on three sides and leaving one side open? Why not let the people leave first?

Perhaps they had no reinforcements and had to rely on all the manpower and resources of the entire earldom to withstand the pressure.
Or perhaps, the public's morale has been shattered by the skeleton monster, and information must be suppressed to prevent a loss of people?
But if you think about the atmosphere in the refugee camp, those people could have been moved to the safer Viscount Lix estate, as Bevan suggested.

In other words, the viscount's territory was regarded as a safe rear base, while the earl's territory could rely on the Scarlo Fortress to focus on the battle.

That doesn't seem right either... Isn't this essentially an annexation of the viscountry?

It's like not getting any benefit for yourself, but suddenly having an extra boss, and being dragged into that war.

Gathering the Earl's people is also a problem.

If you don't treat them as your own people, then they're just a bunch of freeloaders.

If you treat them as your own people, you will definitely need to address issues such as clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

Furthermore, the Earl's territory is far larger than Viscount Lix's territory, which will inevitably impact all aspects of the Viscount's territory, causing all sorts of strange social problems...

Finally, if the Earl's territory loses the war, Viscount Lix's territory will also face trouble... Yaro had long heard that the main purpose of this war was to increase the population, but now that the population has all been concentrated in the Viscount's territory, how will it end?

The area surrounding Viscount Lix's territory lacks the natural defenses of Earl's Fortress Scarlo.

But if we win... the war ends, and sending the refugees back seems like a troublesome matter.

tsk...

Yaro was getting restless and agitated!

Killing someone over something so trivial... seems a bit excessive.

But if we ignore it... won't she take advantage of us?
After struggling for a moment, Yaro suddenly understood!

I am... a warrior!

A true warrior never suffers from internal mental exhaustion!
We haven't even figured out 'martial arts' yet, how can we have time to study these scheming and intrigue matters?
If she truly doesn't know when to back down, even if we don't kill her, we must teach her the 'principles' of a warrior!
"How much grain did Deputy Butler Dylan transport over?"

"I heard it's worth three hundred gold coins, but because it's cheap grain, the amount of grain is a hundred times that left in the viscount's territory."

Three hundred gold coins?
This number... is a bit subtle; it's exactly half of the 'gift' given by the count's daughter.

Thinking of that box of six hundred heavy and dazzling "gifts," Yaro's mood immediately calmed down. Stroking his smooth chin, he asked again:

Did you buy any more grain later?

Bevan replied decisively, "Only once! I heard that later, Deputy Butler Dylan lowered the price of grain he was buying for the Viscount's territory!"

Only once?
Is it to boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians in the Earl's territory?
It’s not that it’s unacceptable.

As a kind-hearted and portly wizard, Yaro was the most reasonable person.

"Then forget it, it's not a big deal, don't always dwell on such trivial matters."

“…Thank you, teacher!” Bevin pursed his lips, his emotions slightly agitated.

"Have you rested enough? If you have, come and help me quickly. After we finish drying these toxic salts, come with me to the storage room."

(End of this chapter)