Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 428 Control

"Ha, is this the magnanimity of Ghana?"

Yaro tilted his head back, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the sense of contempt practically emanated from his face.

"First you talked about your brother, then you turned around and talked about my abilities?"

"How old are you? Do you still need someone to clean up your mess?"

"Is my strength or weakness a reason for you to offend me?"

"If you were walking happily down the street and someone suddenly attacked you, leaving you covered in blood even if they didn't kill you, would you be happy? Would you be pleased? Would you willingly accept compensation from a complete stranger while letting the real mastermind go free?"

As Ian heard these questions, his cheeks gradually flushed red.

Noticing this, Yarrow pressed his advantage.

He let out a soft breath, shook his head repeatedly, and said:

"Ian, you have disappointed me so much. You don't even have the courage to admit your mistakes!"

From now on, don't dress like that anymore, and I won't call you Ghana anymore. Your behavior is the greatest insult to that name!

You can say anything as long as you don't have expectations of others.

Just like now, when Yaro shouts the word "Ghana," he feels no emotion at all.

What are these petty tricks compared to dealing with potential enemies?

Ian's face flushed red, and he said defiantly, "Fine! Take it now!"

Upon hearing these words, Yaro instead put down the heavy heating plate.

"You don't really think I want this?"

Yaro tapped the surface of the alchemy heating table, his tone calm, as if chatting with a friend: "You should know about my relationship with Harvey, right? Then you should understand that I don't need to prepare the alchemy room myself."

Ian had personally witnessed the "reunion" between Yaro and Harvey, the shopkeeper.

It is also known that Yaro "obtained" a set of the most expensive "golden armor" from Harvey's shop, and borrowed Harvey's alchemy room and magical materials to modify it into a powerful battle armor, thus earning the name "Dancer Under the Moon".

Knowing this, Ian asked with some confusion, "Then what do you want?"

"This heating platform..." Yarrow looked it over. "Including depreciation, it's probably worth three or four hundred magic stones?"

This statement is already considered pushing one's luck.

"I can't, and I don't have, that many magic stones." Ian's voice turned cold.

"I don't want your magic stone either!"

Yaro scoffed, his face showing disdain. "You should know my strength perfectly well! What kind of place is this? The Dark Plains! With that kind of strength, how could I not earn magic stones in a place like this?"

The Dark Plains are full of stories of overnight riches, and Ian, being a naive young man, didn't think there was anything wrong with what Yaro said.

Realizing he had misunderstood Yaro, Ian's tone softened immediately: "Then... what do you want to do?"

"I'll earn magic stones with my own strength! But Ian, you won't escape your punishment! This heating platform is worth four hundred magic stones, so find me a monster that can earn that much and give me the information!" Yaro said with an arrogant air, as if he wouldn't accept charity.

He first revealed that he had also killed someone that day, in order to alleviate his guilt upon meeting Ian and discovering that he had killed the maid.

Then, he repeatedly called out "Ghana," reviewed the design drawings, and commented on their highlights. In this way, he showed that everyone was similar and increased his sense of belonging.

Taking advantage of the situation, they also forcibly extorted money from the "heating station," and with the gold-plated design drawings in front of them, it didn't seem out of place.

Just when Ian was about to accept it, the other party pointed out the value of the heating plate, making Ian realize how much he could lose, and subtly hinted at the need to cash out.

Then, using the "skylight theory": if you say directly that the room is too dark and you need to open a skylight, people may not agree. But if you say you need to tear off the roof and then say you need to open a skylight, it becomes much easier.

Yaro firmly controlled Ian's thoughts, pulling and tugging at them repeatedly until he finally went numb.

"Yaro..."

"Don't call me Yaro, call me Yue!"

Ian's eyes dimmed slightly. He paused, then forced himself to speak:

"Yarlo, I believe in your combat strength, but this is, after all, the edge of the Dark Plains, where it's impossible for such high-value monsters to appear..."

As soon as Yaro looked up, Ian panicked and quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"But we can make up for it with numbers! If we find a few more, we can eventually reach that number! I've already found a few test sites for the armor, you can go and check them out first."

You've even learned to answer first!

Yaro patted Ian on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Thank you for your help."

While you might be able to fool people at the time, it doesn't mean you can withstand the test of time. Therefore, some leniency is still necessary.

"Don't say such things. This was originally an agreement I made with you in the letter. As for the rest... I will ask someone to look for it as soon as possible."

Yaro nodded, then turned his attention to the alchemy blueprints: "By the way, I just looked at your blueprints. What exactly is the purpose of those magical runes on the arms?"

"That's my proudest design! Did you notice the part where Yarrow Garner broke through the enemy's encirclement?"

When the design drawings were mentioned, Ian's face lit up with excitement.

"A siege?"

Yaro recalled the battle at the time, saying that the battle was not complicated and there was no siege.

"That's it...like that...and that again!"

Ian's movements were stiff and somewhat comical, yet he continued gesturing for a long time.

Yaro stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

Isn't this just like charging into a crowd and fighting at a fast pace?

With this inspiration, when Yaro looked at Ian's movements again, his memories were gradually stirred up.

……

Countless elemental mist maidens floated on the horizon, like celestial weavers descending to earth, waving their light, airy hands to unleash various elemental magic tricks, which converged into boundless colorful clouds.

The only way out is the enemy forces behind us!

Using the magic strike technique—the phoenix beak suddenly turns, using the force of the dive to quickly penetrate the enemy camp, and then splashes water with the sword!

The sword moves like a swimming dragon, using speed to defeat speed!

Each move is concise and deadly!

……

"Okay, I understand what you mean by that part of the plot."

Yaro stopped Ian's comical performance and asked directly:

"But what does this have to do with the magic runes you designed?"

"Yarlo, I knew it! You must have studied this passage carefully too!"

As he spoke, Ian said somewhat dejectedly:

"From this passage, I know that once Yaro Garner gets close, even if I'm wearing the 'Wind Dragon Armor,' I'll die just as quickly as those grunts."

"but!"

Ian quickly added:

"It's not that my 'Wind Dragon Armor' is weaker than his 'Armor,' it's just that Yaro Gana is too strong!"