Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 654 Anabe's Negotiations
The afternoon sun had already shed its midday heat, and a cool breeze blew in through the open stained-glass windows, carrying the fresh scent of new leaves and brushing against the oak table in the temporary meeting room.

The teapot on the wooden table had long since lost its heat, but without instructions from inside the room, the servants outside dared not disturb them.

"...They were incredibly audacious, knowing full well that this was Mr. Yaro's territory, they still dared to incite the monsters to go berserk..."

"...They appear to be docile sheepdogs, but in reality, they are all vicious wolves..."

"...Of course, it's not just the San Fernando Empire; Mr. Yaro's Kingdom of Lanelli is also our home. How could we possibly destroy the home we love? Only those lawless villains..."

"...No, no! Mr. Yaro's procedures are legal and compliant. This is Mr. Yaro's sacred and inviolable territory. Even the king can only collect taxes from Mr. Yaro, but without Mr. Yaro's permission, he cannot set foot here!"

"No taxes paid? That's alright. After all, we all know that the Viscountry of Lix suffered a disaster not long ago. Under such circumstances, Mr. Yarrow's willingness to accept it is truly a great act of kindness. A forty-year tax exemption is a very reasonable thing..."

……

Anabe was getting sleepy.

I never imagined that after a lifetime of wandering and always speaking in a vulgar, old age he would have to listen to these convoluted aristocratic languages.

"Damn it! I was only appointed as the vice dean of a college, why am I doing things that only leaders do?"

"That kid Yaro, he has to give me a huge raise!"

By the way, how much is his salary again?

Anabe pondered for a long time, then couldn't help but gasp.

broken!

I didn't ask about the salary!

No wonder no one has paid me for so long!
Then I'm working for free?

……

"Mr. Anabe? Mr. Anabe? Are you even listening to me?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent deep purple velvet wizard's robe.

He was tall and straight, with a slightly thin face. All the ornaments on his body were filled with a magical glow. His silver-gray hair was neatly tied under a mithril crown. His expression was solemn, with a hint of aristocratic reserve.

"Of course! Of course I'm listening!"

Anabe snapped out of his reverie, coughed lightly, and looked seriously at the envoy before him.

“Mr. Theodore, you just said you'd give us a 40-year tax exemption, right? That's wonderful! On behalf of Mr. Yarrow, I thank you sincerely!”

The gentleman was silent for a moment, then said:
"My name is Linus..."

“Oh! Is that so?” Anabe showed no embarrassment. “Haha, Mr. Linus, that was just a little joke… Of course, thanking you wasn’t a joke, and you wouldn’t mind a joke, would you?”

"Yes, I don't mind, but there's one more thing..."

The gentleman's expression was complicated.

“I was just asking if you could get in touch with Mr. Yaro. As for the tax exemption… that’s something I mentioned to you half an hour ago.”

"Is that so? Haha... Hahaha..."

Although Anabe disliked these bureaucratic pronouncements, he was quick to react and soon understood:

"I was quite happy to hear about the tax exemption, so I wanted to express my gratitude to you. I believe Mr. Yaro will also be very happy when he hears this news."

"Do you have a way to contact Mr. Yarrow?"

The gentleman said with deep concern:

“Mr. Anabe, this time they dared to cause a magical disturbance while Mr. Yaro was away. Who knows what kind of atrocities they will do next? I’m really worried…” “Of course, I certainly have a contract scroll that connects me to Mr. Yaro.”

Anabe remained composed, sighing and shaking his head.

"But you also know that such a thing can only be used once. Hasn't the crisis of the monster uprising been resolved? The territory and the academy are both fine. You can't expect me to use up this only contract scroll over such a small matter, can you?"

"Only a contract scroll? Mr. Yarrow doesn't even have a communication crystal? Magical letters, wand communication spells, void companions... don't he have any of these? How does he contact other people?" The gentleman seemed somewhat surprised.

Well, Anabe had never heard of any of the things the gentleman was talking about.

Even the contract scroll was made up by himself.

Of course, he had indeed seen such a thing, but Yaro neither could afford it nor knew how to make it.

“You should also know that Mr. Yaro is just a dropout.” Anabe spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Oh! This is a disaster!" The gentleman covered his face, looking somewhat pained. "How exactly does the Owl Wizarding Academy teach its students? They don't even teach the most basic things, and jump straight into teaching large-scale destructive witchcraft?"

“Perhaps the wizarding academy you mentioned believes that as long as their students can kill all their opponents, it doesn’t matter whether they contact their students or not?” Anabe guessed.

Upon hearing this, the gentleman looked at Anabe with a complicated expression.

He hesitated for a long time before finally saying:
"What you said makes a lot of sense."

“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore,” the gentleman took a deep breath and composed himself. “Mr. Anabe, do you remember what I just told you? Please be sure to tell Mr. Yaro as soon as he returns!”

Are you finally done talking?!
Annabe immediately perked up and stood up to see the gentleman out: "Of course, I remember perfectly! Mr. Theodore, please rest assured!"

Upon hearing this, the gentleman Linus couldn't help but rub his forehead.

“Mr. Anabe, I think you still haven’t remembered. Perhaps I should write it down and then you can pass it on to Mr. Yarrow?”

"If you insist on doing this..."

Anabe raised an eyebrow but did not object.

Just as the gentleman was about to begin writing, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the outside of the reception room.

"Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard pushed open the door and walked quickly to Anabe's side, whispering something in his ear for a moment.

Linus's expression shifted slightly, his mithril turban shimmering like a breath, and a whispered voice reached his ears.

"...Mr. Yarrow is back. He heard you were entertaining guests and is waiting for you outside."

"Mr. Yarrow is back?!"

The gentleman suddenly stood up, filled with righteous indignation, and said, "I must expose those people's evil deeds to Mr. Yarrow!"

"Please wait a moment!"

Anabe stopped him and said politely, "I know your indignation, but as you also know, Mr. Yarrow has been gone for so long, and I have many matters concerning the territory and the academy to discuss with him."

"Could you please wait a moment longer?"

"I haven't been drunk for a hundred years, but upon hearing this poem today, I feel a faint sense of intoxication. I can't help but sigh, why isn't such poetic talent shared by someone like me?"

"When the thought arises, the time is ripe, so I come to offer you a divine destiny."

"Only four spiritual roots?"

"Your fate with the immortals has ended. Take care of yourself!"