Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 376 Adding insult to injury to an already impoverished family

"The magic rune array has been destroyed, but..."

"Just what?" Old Charles hurriedly asked.

Yaro sighed softly, "Their goal has been achieved."

Following Yarrow's gaze, old Charles looked back at the refugee camp: "Was it them who caused the night terrors?"

Yaro nodded: "This clamor was caused by necromantic energy. The main function of that magic array was to draw the necromantic energy from the other side of the cliff and pour it into this land that has not yet been eroded and weathered. The gradually strengthening mountain winds and the constantly gathering dark clouds in the sky are also indirect effects caused by the convergence of energy."

"Lord Yue, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just... I know the army will discover riots, but that's because officers are bullying soldiers, because veterans gang up to bully new recruits, and because there are conflicts between them."

Old Charles said incredulously, "The atmosphere in our camp has always been great. Everyone takes good care of each other, and there's never been any bullying. How... how could those things cause night terrors?"

Yaro remained noncommittal, instead asking in return, "The panic of a sudden disaster, the helplessness of losing loved ones one after another, the despair of a desperate escape, the uncertainty of the future... can you guarantee that you can completely recover in just a few days?"

What Yaro mentioned, wasn't it also a sore spot in old Charles's heart?

Old Charles closed his eyes tightly, turned his head, and said with a heavy nasal voice, "But they aren't wooden blocks; they are people, tens of thousands of living, breathing people!"

"Even if a few people are unhappy, even if a few people want to cause trouble, shouldn't the people around them know to advise them, know to stop them? How could... how could so many people go crazy together?"

When he opened his eyes again, an unusual blush had appeared on old Charles's cheeks. He glanced furtively at the dark clouds above, then continued to whisper anxiously:

"Why is the power behind that person so strong?!"

"If we arrest him, won't it lead to even bigger trouble?"

"It's over, we're finished!"

"Do we still have hope? No... there's no hope left..."

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"Um?"

Yaro turned around in surprise, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Oh no! How did Old Charles also get affected by necromantic energy? Is it because of his physical disability?"

"We must wake old Charles as soon as possible, otherwise, the refugee camp will be in serious trouble!"

Putting aside the lives of so many people, just considering Yaro's own interests, the refugee camp cannot afford to have any problems now.

Once the refugee camp is destroyed, the count's territory will be in dire straits, and any attempt to gain experience points will lead to a sharp conflict of interest with the Fernando Wizarding Family. Even if the official wizards of the Fernando Family don't intervene, the official army of the Saint Fernando Empire, which will arrive soon, will still be a formidable opponent.

If the refugee camp can be stabilized, the Earl's territory will be in the lead, which will not only restrain the Fernando Wizarding Family, but also provide some help for Aro to harvest experience points.

The key to stabilizing the refugee camp lies with old Charles. Currently, only old Charles listens to Yaro in this camp and also holds a certain status.

"Old Charles's condition is urgent, and his identity is crucial..."

Thinking of this, Yaro gritted his teeth, made a tough decision, took out a bottle of purification potion from his pocket, and hurriedly poured it into old Xiaer's mouth.

The purifying potion removes all foreign energies from the body, which is just what old Shire is currently doing.

Just a moment later, old Charles shivered inexplicably, looked up in a daze, and asked as if waking from a dream, "Lord Yue... Lord Yue? What... what just happened to me?"

Judging from the old man's bewildered look, he had no recollection of what had just happened.

Yaro couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Another bottle of purification agent was used up, making the already impoverished family's situation even worse.

"You've been hit too. Go get a torch with a strong flame for protection."

Old Charles's expression hardened, and he quickly nodded.

Picking up a torch from the roadside, old Charles hesitated before asking, "Lord Moon, can a torch awaken someone startled by the night?"

Yaro nodded: "Yes, but not entirely. Necromantic energy is afraid of light and fire. One of the main reasons for the appearance of the camp whirlwind is the lack of light. The darkness ignited their sense of crisis, so apart from sunlight, the cheapest and quickest solution is to start fires, to start a lot of fires."

"Old Charles, you can go and gather the conscious people around here. First, light a few strong campfires on the outskirts, then slowly bring the people in the camp to the fires. It shouldn't be long before they wake up."

"Okay, thank you, Master Yue!"

Old Charles responded excitedly and was about to run off when Yaro called him back again: "Be careful, I suspect there might be an inside agent in the camp."

"Anything else?" Old Charles asked hesitantly.

"If you see one cockroach in a room, there could be thousands more lurking in the shadows. If the 'San Fernando Empire' can plant one Miles, it can certainly plant many more. It's not that I don't trust you, old Charles, but you must understand that one inside man is unlikely to succeed. Miles must have other accomplices."

Yaro even suspected that Miles was deliberately pushed out to his death. If that were the case, aside from the possibility of being betrayed after being used, Miles's position among the inside agents probably wouldn't have been very high.

Old Charles's pupils constricted sharply as he looked at the increasingly chaotic camp. He gritted his teeth and said in a harsh voice, "You can rest assured!"

"Rest? There's no such thing as a free lunch for me."

"What's wrong?" Old Charles asked, puzzled.

Yaro chuckled softly, turning to look at the rock wall: "With necromantic energy constantly being drawn in, what do you think the skeleton monsters in the wilderness will do?"

Although Old Charles still didn't understand the meaning of "necromantic energy," he knew exactly what skeleton monsters were. Hearing Yaro's suggestive words, he turned around abruptly, his expression grave, and said, "Lord Yue, do you mean... those skeleton monsters will come?"

"The number won't be small, it's even possible that all the skeleton monsters are on their way, it just depends on how fast they arrive," Yaro added.

Old Charles's expression changed drastically as he realized the gravity of the situation: "Lord Claire is absent, the camp is in complete chaos, and the skeleton monsters have launched a large-scale attack..."

"I'm giving you one hour," Yaro interrupted. "I'll be resting after one hour, and you must bring men to take over guarding the canyon. If you don't come..."

Before Yarrow could finish speaking, old Charles already understood what Yarrow meant.

One hour.

This is the limit of Yaro's ability to hold out. If he exceeds this time, he will have to use his remaining strength to run away.

"Rest assured, Lord Yue, I will definitely bring men to provide support ahead of schedule!"

(End of this chapter)