Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 369 The Busy Base

Hami was pulled away by the boys to stay behind, but old Xiaer led Yaro through the side of the camp, trudging along the muddy road towards the steep slope on the left.

As old Charles walked, he explained his surroundings: "Because time was tight, after we finished building the tower over the narrow passage, we didn't have time to build all the accommodations. So, apart from building a fence around the perimeter to keep out wild animals, we only built a few emergency wooden huts on the higher ground. We old folks would rest here when we had nothing to do."

"The terrain here is high, allowing us to observe the entire base and not far from the narrow passage, enabling us to provide support in case of any unexpected events that may occur there."

Yaro noticed several veterans who were glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally along the way. He looked up at the watchtower not far away, smiled faintly, and said calmly, "It's rare that you were able to find such a suitable location so quickly."

The location was remote, with watchtowers nearby, and surrounded by these battle-hardened veterans. It was hard for Yaro to believe that they had no intention of being wary of him.

Old Xia pretended not to know: "Lord Yue, you said you wanted to wash up and rest, and this is the only place in the entire camp."

"Hey, sir, watch your step, it's all muddy here," old Charles said, reaching out to help Yaro.

"No need," Yarrow waved his hand in refusal, then gestured towards the town of Giro not far away, "What? Is that town uninhabitable?"

Old Charles looked up with a wry smile: "Lord Yue, it's not that I don't want you to go to the city, but to prevent riots in Giro Town, Baron Claire has already issued a ban, strictly prohibiting any outsiders from entering Giro Town, so naturally I can't go in either."

"Without Baron Claire's orders, even if I take you there, we'll be stopped by the guards in Giro Town, which could be another troublesome situation."

Old Xia added, "Don't worry, Lord Yue. Although the rooms here are simple, they are fully equipped with toiletries, so it won't delay things."

The two chatted for a while and finally made it to the end of the muddy road.

"But washing up won't take much time," Yaro stamped his foot, brushing the mud off his shoes, and asked, "What's Baron Claire doing? How long until he's back?"

"Sir, use this..."

Old Charles picked up a small, triangular file from the side and placed it solicitously on the dry ground in front of Yaro. He then stood up and said:

"Lord Yue, how dare we inquire about Baron Claire's affairs? But rest assured, Lord Yue, I saw Baron Claire leave through the narrow passage earlier, and he will naturally return this way."

"I will keep an eye on the exit of the narrow passage, and I will inform Baron Claire as soon as he returns."

Yaro nodded, then looked at the strange file in front of him and smiled, saying, "Your preparations here are quite thorough."

Yaro was no stranger to this kind of file, because few people repaired roads, and once it rained, even in the city, the ground could be full of mud puddles. Therefore, many nobles would place this kind of file in the right corner in front of their door, specifically to scrape the mud off their feet.

However, this was the first time Yaro had ever seen something carried like this.

Although the file was clean, its color indicated it wasn't new, so Yaro casually asked, "Has anyone lived here before? You probably don't need something like this, do you?"

The common people's crudely made straw sandals couldn't withstand the rubbing of a file, and besides, the corner where the file had been placed showed that no one had been using it recently.

"Baron Claire stayed here for a day, so he brought some things over," old Charles explained with a smile.

Baron Claire?

Yaro paused in his tracks.

He doesn't even have these things at the entrance of his own castle, so why would he care about such things when he's outside? This excuse is simply an insult to Aro's intelligence.

"Hmm...no wonder."

Yaro didn't expose it. Since he already had news of Baron Claire, he was too lazy to expose old Charles's hypocritical flattery. Exposing these things would not only bring no benefit but also waste time and energy.

After Yaro finished cleaning the mud off the soles of his shoes, Old Xiaer put away his file and pushed open the half-closed wooden door: "Lord Yue, please wait here for a moment. I'll have someone bring you hot water right away."

"Go ahead."

……

Accompanied by the harsh scraping sound of the wooden door, Yaro ducked down and cautiously stepped through the low wooden door.

Using the dim sunlight streaming through the window, Yarrow surveyed the room.

The cabin wasn't large, and everything inside was clearly visible.

A hardwood bed that takes up half the space, a log stool, a desk made from a flattened tree trunk, and a tall wooden tub for bathing.

Apart from the wooden bucket, the other utensils were crudely made, and the wood used was not dried, which made the room damp and cold, with a fresh scent of trees wafting through the air.

"It's nice, it feels like being in a forest, but without having to endure the torment of wind and rain."

Yaro was quite satisfied with his environment. Having trained since childhood, he didn't have high requirements for his accommodation. If he was really tired, he had even slept on the bluestone by the roadside before.

After briefly checking the room and confirming there were no traps and no one was watching, Yaro plopped down on the bed and quickly took out a jar of sugar-salt water from his spatial ring, drinking it in large gulps.

The repeated battles had already taken a toll on his stamina. Although Yaro had the Knight's Breathing Technique to restore his strength, the Knight's Breathing Technique itself also required energy. The combination of the two resulted in Yaro being extremely thirsty and hungry at this moment.

"Phew... I'm alive again."

After catching his breath, Yaro took out some dried meat from his spatial ring, sat down at the rough desk, and ate it while looking out the window.

Under the setting sun, groups of women in tattered clothes carried various materials and moved about in the messy camp. The whole camp was bustling with activity, and dust was constantly flying, making it unusually noisy.

The distant city resembled a calm lake, peaceful and quiet, yet countless undercurrents were surging within.

The two atmospheres are different, and neither is isolated from the other.

The gates of Jiluo Town were wide open, and all kinds of logistical supplies, such as food, medicine, and clothing, were continuously transported out of the town, bringing hope of survival to the homeless refugees.

"The area of ​​this camp and the accommodations under construction far exceed the number of refugees here. Are there refugees from other areas who are to be transferred here?"

"Or perhaps..."

Yaro turned to look at a corner at the bottom of the slope. "Just to keep these refugees busy, to prevent them from having any wild ideas or causing trouble?"

With his master-level cat-like fist technique, Yaro's hearing was already extraordinary.

At that moment, Yaro heard faint crying sounds all around the camp, as well as timid questions coming from down the slope.

"Drew... hasn't he come back?"

(End of this chapter)