Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 84 The Iron-Blooded Falcon

I cleaned up the battlefield a little.

Considering that when I go out, I need to hand over my earnings and go through a security checkpoint.

To prevent any further accidents, Yaro did not touch the trainees' bodies, but simply erased any traces that might expose him and slightly concealed the traps he had prepared.

It took Yaro an entire afternoon to set up these interconnected traps.

A total of two locations were arranged.

In this one place alone, less than one-fifth of the traps were triggered.

Yaro couldn't possibly carry out a complete demolition in the dark, so he had no choice but to make do with what he had.

Fortunately, the traps were all placed in complex locations, not on the main roads, so there was no need to worry about other people accidentally stumbling upon them in the short term.

That's often how it is; a battle you've prepared for in advance ends before you've even used all your preparations.

It leaves you wanting more.

But if all preparations are exhausted, it would indicate that the battle is heading towards defeat.

After tidying up and adjusting his clothes, Yaro picked up a large bag of powder that shimmered with a faint light and headed towards the ruins of the Bloodstained Jungle.

The ruins were unusually quiet at this moment, and the traces of students who used to come and go had disappeared.

But that's normal.

After dark, students from nearby areas would return directly to the academy, and students from farther away would not cross the forest to come to the ruins at this time.

Strolling amidst the twinkling fireflies, Yaro's pounding heart gradually calmed down.

Looking up at the floating, swaying starry sky, his gaze became deep as he fell into deep thought.

"All the junior apprentices of the 'Griffin Alliance' have been lost, leaving only the intermediate apprentice of the Shadow element."

"Intermediate apprentices who haven't received a mission can't enter the Emerald Plains where I live."

"I usually go to the academy's library, which is usually guarded by several formal wizards. No one is allowed to cast spells there. Even if he wanted to attack me, he couldn't do it there."

"Aside from these, I will only go into the Blood Forest to continue grinding experience."

"He can't even get into the Bloodstained Forest."

"So... I won't be in any danger anymore?"

Making a move at the corner of the battle?

Is there something wrong with your head?

"So what if he makes a move? I'm prepared. The Light Spell and Solar Fist are specifically designed for him!"

"Will you still make a move?"

Yaro narrowed his eyes slightly.

"An intermediate apprentice has at least two hundred magic points. How powerful would a single spell be?"

"What would a mid-level shadow-type apprentice be under reduced light...?"

"My own opponent?"

……

Although it was already night, the light in the mysterious hall remained unchanged.

It remained as dim, cold, and mysterious as ever, yet somewhat noisy.

When Yaro appeared in the mysterious hall carrying a shimmering bag, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't recognize her. Judging from her appearance, she's probably a newcomer?"

Someone sighed, "How foolish! Collecting so many fluorescent lights!"

Some people exclaimed in admiration, "The fact that he can collect so much light shows that he is very powerful."

Some scoffed, "Who doesn't know about the evil spirits of the Bloodstained Forest? It only proves his close-combat skills are strong! If it were really a matter of using magic to fight, he couldn't possibly have collected so many."

……

People have a hundred different personalities, and flowers have a hundred different colors.

Some ignored Aaron, some looked at him with admiration, some disdained him, and naturally some mocked him.

Ignoring the stares, Yaro calmly carried the bag on his back and walked straight towards the black-armored youth at the corner.

His black armor bore a shield-like emblem resembling a leaf, signifying his identity as a member of the Academy Guard.

At this moment, he looked with admiration at the cloth bag that was constantly flashing with faint light, and respectfully said the same old words: "Please show your personal name card, and then put your haul into the inspection table here."

Yaro nodded slightly and casually tossed the bag aside.

thump!

Dust billowed up, and a colorful ribbon sprayed out from the already loose bag opening.

"Take it."

After handing over his name card, Yaro turned and walked toward the wooden archway.

Everything went smoothly. When Yaro returned to the young apprentice, the apprentice had already divided the strange powder and handed over the remaining powder along with Yaro's personal name card.

"You have received a total of 234 pounds of fluorescent powder, paid 93.6 pounds, and earned 9 Academy Contribution points."

Please keep your personal name card safe.

It takes almost ten pounds of fluorescent powder to get one contribution point?

How much fluorescent powder can an evil spirit produce?

The price is indeed a bit low!

After a hard day's work, the final reward was less than the contribution points the academy gave me yesterday.

but……

"Can I hand over all the fluorescent powder and exchange it for contribution points?"

After learning about the properties of the fluorescent powder, Yaro couldn't think of any way to use it, so he figured he might as well make use of it and exchange it for contribution points.

"This..." The young apprentice looked troubled. "The academy has not issued any instructions to collect fluorescent powder, so it is impossible to exchange your additional fluorescent powder for contribution points."

Those watching the scene all wore mocking expressions.

Another newbie who thinks they've found a loophole in the rules. If that thing could actually be exchanged for contribution points, wouldn't the evil spirits be wiped out...?

Well, nobody's going to clean this thing up anyway.

With that kind of strength, why not use it to solve something else?

When the new school year begins, take some time to clean up the "undead skeletons." The rewards you get will be more than ten times greater than those you get from cleaning up evil spirits.

After accumulating enough contribution points, you can use the rest of your time to learn new knowledge... Isn't that great?

"Is that so?"

Yaro looked at the pocket, which was almost half empty, and shook his head helplessly.

Well, it's something I carried myself, so I might as well take it back.

Just then, a rhythmic sound of footsteps approached, followed by a weathered voice: "What's wrong?"

He was an old man with a resolute face. He was dressed in a tailcoat and white shirt, his back was straight, his white hair was neatly combed back, his white beard was tucked to the sides of his lips, and his brown eyes were bright and piercing.

"What happened?"

The old man stopped, his legs standing straight. His entire demeanor appeared somewhat rigid, and every move he made gave Yaro a strange sense of familiarity.

Like...Ms. Fana?

No, no, not quite right. I should say... very much like a nobleman's butler!

The young apprentice quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Lord Bosco, this apprentice wishes to hand over all of this fluorescent powder in exchange for contribution points."

Bosco?

Could this be the official wizard known as the "Iron Falcon"?

Is this the appearance of the old man known as "Iron Falcon"?

Aro performed a standard apprenticeship ceremony.

Iron Falcon's most famous battle was ten years ago when he single-handedly massacred a small academy and then packed up everything in that academy and brought it back to Owl Wizarding Academy.

At this time, he also managed the academy's enforcement team, making him arguably the most feared official wizard among most apprentices.

Bosco nodded slightly to Yaro, then turned back to the young apprentice and asked, "And the result?"

The young apprentice explained, "The academy did not issue any instructions to collect 'fluoresces,' so I refused."

Bosco glanced at the ground, where the large cloth bag still emitted specks of light, indicating that the bag wasn't very well sealed.

"This is a good item, I'll take it. Consider it a contribution to him."

"Oh well."

The young apprentice responded with a start, then quickly lowered his head and resumed his work.

Bosco turned to Yaro, and said, somewhat bewildered, "Kind-hearted Yaro? Very good!"

Kind-hearted Yarrow?

Is this about me?

(End of this chapter)