Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 365 Encounter

The skeleton monster's bone knife could hardly cut through the carefully crafted leather armor, and the monster's thin, withered bones could not withstand the blade of the heavy sword.

Even so, the skeletons showed no fear. Their eyes flickered with eerie green soul fire, and they surged forward relentlessly, like a group of ruthless fighting machines, calmly yet resolutely.

Yaro showed no mercy, his crystal sword slicing through the wheat fields with a crisscrossing motion, much like a harvester reaping his own wheat. His movements were concise, efficient, rhythmic, and filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.

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[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +13]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +56]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +35]

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Shattered bones continued to scatter, casting a poignant snowfall of bone across the desolate land.

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[Personal Level LV22: 3866/32000]

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When the experience points approached four thousand, there were no more movable skeletons around.

Body fat burned rapidly, streams of heat flowed into muscles, and the soreness was forcibly suppressed. The fully mastered knight breathing technique had an exceptionally significant effect on Yaro, who had not yet become a formal knight.

But before he could fully recover, Yaro turned and looked at the mound beside him.

"What? Aren't you going to come out?"

Not long after Yaro finished speaking, an old man and a young man emerged from behind the hill, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, they stopped in their tracks, looked at the scattered bones on the ground, and then at Yaro's still-childish face. Their eyes were filled with shock and astonishment, as if they could not believe that Yaro was so young.

At the same time, Yaro was also sizing up the two people who had just appeared.

The two men were short in stature, but their complexions were not bad, and their skin was dark... All these physical characteristics matched those of free people, and they were also relatively wealthy.

But... why would an old man with a missing arm, accompanied by a young boy, be in such a dangerous place?

Yaro carefully observed their expressions, secretly wondering, "Could they... be spies sent by the Fernando family?"

"It's not impossible."

"Last night, the Fernando family's wizard apprentices launched an attack, and today they wreaked havoc in 'their pasture.' Whatever reaction the Fernando family makes is perfectly normal."

Just as Yaro instinctively gripped his heavy sword, the one-armed old man who had been observing Yaro suddenly bowed and shouted obsequiously, "Sir, since you were able to discover us, you must also know that we have only been here a short time. If you do not like it, we will leave immediately."

Leaving right away?

Is it the truth or a lie?

A multitude of thoughts flashed through Yaro's mind. He glanced at the two men's clothing again, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Who are you people?"

"Sir, we are soldiers from the Earl's territory," the one-armed old man bowed and answered respectfully, adopting an extremely humble attitude.

"Us? Soldiers of the Earl's Domain?"

Yaro looked at the old man's serious expression, then glanced at the short, thin boy beside him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

This is just an ordinary boy in his early teens. In Yaro's previous life, he might have just started junior high school, and might even have been assigned to sit in the front row of the classroom by his teacher because of his short stature.

Even children this age are covered in injuries, and it's clear from their appearance that they recently encountered a skeleton monster and went through a life-or-death battle.

"What are you doing here?" Yaro asked again.

"Collect the remains and corpses," the one-armed old man readily agreed, explaining, "Sir, the monsters gathered here were lured here by us. We originally chose the gorge behind you."

"But then we set off a huge fire, which burned many of the dead. The remaining dead were probably afraid of the flames, so they strayed from their original positions and wandered here..."

Listening to the old man's story, Yaro noticed some details he had previously overlooked.

First, before Yaro arrived, the skeletal undead were spreading aimlessly.

This indicates that they were initially attracted to something and gathered together, but that thing that attracted them subsequently disappeared.

When we were clearing away the undead just now, there were indeed more skeleton footprints on the ground behind us than in other directions.

Furthermore, many of the undead skeletons had some charred marks on their surfaces. Yaro initially thought it was carbonization caused by the bones being buried deep for a long time, but upon closer examination, it seemed more like traces of flames.

Listening to the old man's account, Yaro couldn't help but nod in approval. "His words are clear and logical; it's unlikely they are spies."

It's just not a big possibility; we can't completely rule it out.

Even without spies, it wouldn't be difficult for the Fernando family to tempt a few people with great rewards.

Regardless of the circumstances, it's not normal for such a pair to appear here.

Thinking this, Yaro sheathed his sword, put on a kind smile, and said in a deliberately gentle tone, "I see. Then I won't waste any more time. However... it's not safe for the two of you to be here. I'll escort you along the way."

The old man repeatedly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your understanding!"

The boy beside him listened in a daze for a long time, but when he heard that Yaro was willing to escort them, he finally reacted and beamed, "That's great! Big brother, with you escorting us, we're safe now!"

Yaro nodded with a faint smile.

Is it safe?

Did he not understand the mutual wariness between the old man and me, or was he deliberately playing dumb?

Having come from humble beginnings and recently experienced a life-or-death battle in which his comrades died, would he still be so naive?

The boy walked up to Yaro in a few steps, craned his neck, and looked at Yaro, who was a head taller than him, with admiration. He said in a very familiar manner, "My name is Hami, this is Father Charles, big brother, what's your name?"

"The moon," Yaro replied succinctly.

"Moon? The moon? Big brother, your name is very nice!" the boy exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down.

Yaro didn't answer, but silently followed behind the two, carefully observing their expressions.

As they got closer to the gorge, the boy's jubilant emotions gradually became suppressed.

After turning the corner of the desolate mountain pass, a wave of heat quickly swept over us, and all we could see was a scorched black landscape.

"Wait!" the old man suddenly exclaimed excitedly. "Hami, look! Here's Drew, there's Elro... they're exactly the same as when we left, they haven't turned into monsters yet!"

At this moment, Hami simply pursed his lips, widened his eyes, and stubbornly stared at the few charred corpses in the ashes.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his expression was somewhat dazed, as if he still harbored some unrealistic fantasies.

I'm so sorry, I've been moving warehouses lately, and I often don't get to sleep until 1 or 2 AM.

(End of this chapter)