Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 309 Serfs

The speaker was an elderly man dressed in a neat suit. His movements were rigid, and although he was very angry, his behavior still followed some kind of unspoken rule.

This situation usually only occurs with housekeepers.

Although he had a guess in mind, Yaro was not so sure that his guess was absolutely correct because of Bosco.

But the next moment, the surrounding guards revealed his identity.

"Enoch, the butler!"

Is she just a butler?

Just as Yarrow was feeling somewhat disappointed, another group of guards, fully alert, emerged from the brightly lit hall.

In the center, surrounded by guards, stood a gentleman who looked to be in his thirties, with snow-white temples and a rather weathered appearance.

His clothes were extremely luxurious, and his attire was very appropriate. In addition, the black signet ring on his right ring finger allowed Yaro to immediately confirm his identity.

But at that moment, at the edge of the guards, an inconspicuous young man in a gray robe suddenly spoke up:

"You're the Dancer Under the Moon? I never expected someone as renowned as you to live in our territory."

The middle-aged gentleman was taken aback by the words of the young man in the gray robe, pondering the strange title "Dancer Under the Moon".

Our territory?

Yarrow turned his head, looked the young man up and down, and tentatively asked, "Viscount Corey?"

"I am."

The middle-aged gentleman among the guards replied in a deep voice, "My lord, you've been silent at Perrin Castle for so long, so why did you force your way into my residence in the dead of night, injuring my guards and killing my servants?"

This statement suggests that Viscount Corey must have received a message from the gatekeeper.

Yarrow rested his greatsword on his chest, looked back at the middle-aged gentleman, and asked pointedly, "Don't you know?"

Viscount Corey frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, looked up towards the direction of Perrin's territory, and suddenly, as if struck by a thought, asked:

"Would the adults like a share too?"

Yaro sneered, "Ha! I'm here to recover what was stolen from the victim by the robbers!"

Viscount Corey misunderstood Yaro's meaning. He twisted the large signet ring: "You want them all? My lord, don't be too greedy! Those things are all within the territory of the Kingdom of Ranelli, and belong to the Ranelli family..."

"No, please don't say that!" the young man beside him vehemently denied, looking at Viscount Corey with a half-smile. "I don't know anything about what you're talking about..."

Viscount Corey was about to explain, "Lord Reid Ranelli..."

"Shut up!" After reprimanding Viscount Corey, the young man turned to Yaro and nodded amicably, saying, "You have other matters to attend to today, I will visit you another day."

With that, he turned and walked out.

But just as he passed Yaro, the young man suddenly stopped, turned back to Yaro, and said, "By the way, if possible, could you spare his life?"

"If you kill him, it will put me in a very difficult position."

Yaro glanced at him, leaning on his heavy sword, and said indifferently, "I will try my best."

Beneath his calm exterior, Yaro had already focused his attention on the young man.

Lanelli is the name of this kingdom, and since this young man can use the kingdom's name as his surname, he might be a member of the kingdom's royal family.

Therefore, when he uttered these uncertain words, Yaro was already prepared for conflict.

The young man shrugged, tilted his head, and said in a low voice, "Fine, if you insist on doing this, I will explain to the family that Viscount Corey deceived me first, and this is my punishment for him."

"But... I can't guarantee the results."

Yaro glanced at the young man with a faint smile, his face beneath the skull mask showing no emotion.

The young man clapped his oil-stained hands, maintaining his calm smile: "Alright, I won't disturb your game anymore. Have fun."

After watching the ordinary-looking young man calmly say these words, even though his appearance remained unchanged, Yaro inexplicably felt that the young man's temperament had become somewhat cold and sinister.

Although I don't know this young man, I think the reason he was willing to make such a concession is because of the phrase "dancer under the moon".

If simply maintaining a superior demeanor could prevent a battle of unknown magnitude, Yaro would naturally not refuse.

"Yes."

Yaro retorted defiantly.

The young man's smile seemed to become more genuine, as if he was very satisfied with Yaro's answer.

After the young man left, Viscount Corey calmly spoke up: "It seems I have no choice but to hand over what I just acquired to you."

Seeing the young man leave as promised, Yaro felt a little relieved and looked at the middle-aged gentleman with a light smile, saying, "It's always right to return things to their rightful owner."

At this moment, the old butler, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He took a step forward, glared at Yaro, and demanded vehemently, "Those were all captured by ourselves! Where did this 'returning them to their rightful owners' come from? Who are the original owners? Just because you took a liking to them doesn't mean they're yours! Are you the original owner?!"

"Is this what a wizard is? Ha! Just because he wants something, he breaks into people's homes, kills people indiscriminately, and steals their possessions?"

The surrounding guards stirred, gradually becoming filled with anger.

"Arrest?"

Yaro turned to look at the old butler, and a layer of red light inexplicably appeared in the bright eyes on the half-skull mask.

"They have their own thoughts and ideas; do they need you to arrest them?"

To Yaro, the old steward's words sounded like something disgusting!

"You go out on the street, kidnap a few people, and then confidently tell everyone, 'These are wild animals?'"

The strange eyes on the crystalline greatsword also began to flash.

"You stormed into someone else's house, killed and skinned all the guards, then kidnapped their baby, and claimed you were the one who captured it?"

The old butler shook his head indifferently: "We don't need to capture other people's children, and this thing isn't even human."

"As for what you said about killing and skinning all the guards of other people's houses, that's even more ridiculous."

"As far as I know, our soldiers encountered nothing but a herd of deer; they didn't see a single person, let alone any guards."

Looking at the old man's matter-of-fact expression, Yaro knew that this was truly his understanding.

The little elves that resemble humans are not human.

Of course, even intelligent deer are still just deer, and killing, skinning, and eating them is perfectly normal.

Yaro declined to comment further on this.

Everyone has a different ideology, and their evaluation criteria for "their own people" also differ.

This can also be considered a question of human nature; even Aro himself hasn't figured it out, considering both past and present lives.

But if we follow the old man's line of reasoning, then...

"Were those serfs even human beings?"

(End of this chapter)