Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 444 The Disposal of the Ghost Orchid

By comparing the circumstances surrounding the formation of the "Thirty-Seven Riders of Yanyun," one can roughly guess the possible consequences.

Otherwise, a hallucinatory state might occur.

It becomes difficult to think normally; all fleeting thoughts turn into a noisy cacophony, and the main consciousness becomes a reckless idiot.

Or, it's the situation when a remnant soul invades, where there isn't even space for the main consciousness to exist.

If you're lucky, your "second brain" can keep distracting thoughts out and you can barely maintain self-awareness.

Unfortunately, they were unlucky and disbanded, splitting into thirty-six intelligent ghostly orchids.

—No matter what the consequences are, they are not something that Yarrow would want to bear.

But as Granny Oak just said, magical pets can help their owners cope with negative emotions and reduce their mental burden.

The thirty-six ghost orchids are like thirty-six mental dampers, thirty-six mental ballasts, and thirty-six mental floodgates, forming a protective barrier for the mind!

The reason why Yaro dares not use magic now is because the power of the abyss will distort the mind, right?

This defensive barrier can alleviate, or even resist, the aftereffects of magic.

And it is also the only mental defense method that Yaro currently possesses.

Destroying it directly would be too wasteful.

But if we keep them, these are thirty-six huge weaknesses.

"Little wizard, have you decided how to arrange things?" Granny Oak asked kindly.

As Yaro hesitated, he suddenly noticed the smile in Granny Oak's eyes, and a thought struck him. He smiled helplessly and said:

"Grandma Oak, please don't make things difficult for me. If you have any good ideas, please tell me directly."

Grandma Oak chuckled softly, "Little wizard, this isn't how you beg for help."

That seems to be true. Granny Oak has no desires or wants, so you can only beg her with kind words.

Yaro straightened his clothes and respectfully performed an apprentice's salute:

"Grandma Oak, please, you must tell me."

"Little wizard Yaro, your voice isn't sweet enough when you're begging," Granny Oak said cheerfully.

sweet?

Yaro's expression froze.

Grandma Oak teased:

"Little wizard, your life force indicates you're still a half-grown human cub, right? How can your voice be so rough? It's not sincere at all. Use a cub's sweet voice to beg me."

sincere?

The cub's sweet voice?

Bah! Whoever wants it can have it, I don't want it anymore!

……

"Grandma...please...please!"

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Hmm!" Granny Oak squinted her eyes slightly, seemingly very satisfied.

Yaro felt his cheeks burning hot, as if water could boil over. His fingers gripped the edge of his leather armor helplessly, his eyes darting around, desperately hoping to find some excuse to skip over the matter.

Grandma Oak seemed to sense Aro's predicament and smiled kindly:

"Alright, little wizard Yarrow, although your voice is a little soft, don't worry, I heard you very clearly. Very well, I agree."

Yaro didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment; they were very complicated, but he ultimately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little wizard, although I don't know exactly how it happened, I can tell from your attitude that this kind of thing is hard to replicate, right?" When Grandma Oak got serious, she was still very reliable.

With his face flushed, Yaro nodded and said, "Yes, there's basically no possibility of copying it."

"In that case, we should make full use of the advantages of this matter and avoid the weaknesses of the magical pets. Isn't that a correct analysis?" Granny Oak guided.

"That's right."

"Little wizard, what do you value most?"

Yaro pondered, "It's probably a mental connection. Although the Ghost Orchids can't create a magic pool, they can share my negative emotions and protect my mind from attacks."

One should not hide one's illness from a doctor. Since one wants Grandma Oak's help, it is impossible to conceal the reason.

Grandma Oak asked again, "Then what is the reason for your fear?"

"Just like you said, I'm also worried that they'll grow and distract me from my reason..."

Yaro paused for a moment, then continued, "They are too big, and since they are all plants, I can't carry them with me. They are also connected to my mind, so they are not safe to put anywhere."

This statement actually implies a lack of trust in Granny Oak, but Yaro believes that Granny Oak can understand.

No matter how much you trust someone, you can't leave such a vulnerable point, which can clearly be repaired, in someone else's hands for long.

Grandma Oak didn't think much of it and simply summarized:

"Too big, too fragile, future crises...right?"

"Yes...yes." Yaro nodded in acknowledgment; he had given up on the idea of ​​the 'magic pool'.

"The solution I came up with should perfectly solve these problems."

"Please speak."

"Degenerate them and shrink them into seeds so you can carry them with you."

Grandma Oak added, "I can also add an acorn shell to them, refine and thicken it to enhance their resistance to impact, so that even if they are bumped or accidentally scratched during a fight, they won't have to worry."

"Degenerate and shrink into a seed?"

Yaro was stunned.

He didn't doubt whether Granny Oak had that ability, but...

"Grandma Oak, if that's the case, can they still maintain this mental connection?" Yaro couldn't help but ask.

The oak tree's two branches swayed slightly, as if spreading out its hands, and said in a light tone:

I can't guarantee that.

Their appearance is a miracle in itself, and whether they increase or decrease, it may affect this state.

But we can test them one by one. After all, there are thirty-six Ghost Orchids here, giving us ample opportunity for trial and error.

Yaro stroked his slightly warm, smooth chin, carefully weighing the pros and cons.

Grandma Oak didn't urge us; instead, she encouraged the growth of a rattan chair and thoughtfully added a canopy like a sunshade on top.

"Don't rush, sit down and think about it slowly."

"OK, thanks!"

After sitting down for a short while, Yaro had already sorted out his thoughts.

Grandma Oak is right; no one can be sure of the safety of such a chance event.

But one thing is actually very clear.

Even if it degenerates, there is still a sliver of hope to retain its capabilities.

If they don't degenerate, the only way to deal with these ghostly orchids is to destroy them directly.

Does this even need further consideration?

"Grandma Oak, thank you for your help."

"Sigh~"

The old oak tree feigned self-pity, saying, "Poor old wood like me, always working hard, yet I can't even hear a kind word of asking for help."

"Grandma, please...you must help me."

Yaro's toes were clenched, and his upper body was ramrod straight, as if he were not the one blushing.

As long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who will be!

"Don't worry!" Granny Oak was very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)