Wizard: I brought the wrong system

At this time, anyone who doesn't say a few words seems to be out of group.

Now the form is unknown, their strength is not strong, just when they need to form a group, naturally they dare not be rejected by this small group, so you say, I say, gradually, the denunciation turned into insults, and the refugees began to wantonly vent their depression Emotions.

"It's people like you who ruined the village!"

"So many people died in the village, why don't you die!"

"It must be the monster you attracted, otherwise so many people died in the village, why didn't you die?"

"The son she carried must have died a long time ago, she has been using that dead man to lure monsters over!"

"Maybe her so-called son is actually a monster!"

If it wasn't too hungry, someone might have already wanted to do it.

Aunt Sam has never seen such a scene before. Her eyes were swollen and red, and she was frightened by the harsh words and backed away again and again. She was at a loss and defended: "No...no...it's not me!"

"My son is not a monster. He just died this morning. He hasn't eaten anything for three days. He just starved to death today. I felt it when he died of starvation."

"He kept telling me that he was hungry, that he was hungry, talking... woo... talking... just... just... woo..."

Asking a mother to describe the specific process of the death of her own son is almost as cruel and painful as continuous suicide.

It's a pity that people's sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

When Aunt Sam showed her true feelings, the others only felt that she was noisy, that she was just selling out, and that she was taking advantage of their sympathy.

"Shut up, you wicked witch!"

"You witch must be trying to kill us all!"

Little Harry looked at the people around him in confusion. His previous actions were just a momentary inspiration, but he never imagined that a small word would have such a big impact, and even bring such a big trouble to his rare relatives.

At this moment, a gentle voice came: "Excuse me, may I ask... where is your village?"

The passers-by who watched were divided into two sides, and a handsome young man came retrograde.

He has a head of bright golden hair, healthy tan skin, wearing simple and well-fitting leather armor, and a pair of metal boots with strange patterns on his feet.

The old man among the villagers glanced at the big sword on the young man's back, then bent his body, secretly looked at the footprints left by the young man, a trace of panic flashed across his face, he stepped forward a few steps, and squeezed out a flattering smile: "My lord, what are you doing?" What is your name? Do you have anything to do with our village?"

"Well, my name is Yue, and I'm a demon hunter. I just heard from you that there are monsters here?" The boy smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his attitude was as gentle as his name.

Actually this is Yarrow.

Month is just a pseudonym he took.

"Witcher?!"

The expressions of the people around changed drastically, a few traces of disgust flashed in their eyes, but their attitudes became inexplicably terrified.

"Yes, it's the witcher." Yarrow stood with his hands crossed, with a leisurely and relaxed posture.

"Haha, this joke is not very good..." Looking at Yarrow's calm eyes, the old villager's voice became softer and weaker. After coughing a few times, he rubbed his hands uneasily, gritted his black teeth, and licked his mouth. With a smile on his face, "You...are you joking?"

The old villager looked around, as if he was looking for courage, and he seemed to be explaining to the left and right: "I have seen demon hunters many times, and those demon hunters look particularly terrifying. Master Yue is so strong and handsome, he must not be a hunter. Demons and those monsters."

The demon hunters' strange looks, eccentric tempers, and some people's persistent smearing have made this group's reputation very bad among the people.

"By the way, Master Yue, what do you mean... are you here to hunt monsters?"

'Demon hunter' is a compound word, and its pronunciation is slightly similar to the sentence 'monster hunter'.

After the old villager finished speaking, the people around looked at Yarrow's appearance carefully and nodded in unison.

The appearance of the witcher is very recognizable, and the refugees basically know it.

As the old villager said.Judging from Yarrow's appearance, he is a handsome 'ordinary person' who has nothing to do with a witcher.

Yarrow naturally knew this, after all, he had also witnessed the strange appearance of a witcher.

He didn't explain much, just snapped his fingers casually, and a faint ball of light emerged out of thin air.

"I'm a witcher. By the way, you seem to have mentioned a witch just now? I'm still a wizard, maybe—you can call me a wizard?"

Yarrow laughed lightly, glanced at the excluded women, then turned to look at the stunned crowd, and said with a half-smile: "By the way... where is the monster you mentioned? Why didn't I see it? "

Women are just monsters they framed.

And Yarrow... In the eyes of everyone, he is really a monster!

The face of the old villager suddenly changed drastically, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop. Without a moment's pause, he immediately wailed: "Master Demon Hunter, you are finally back! We have waited so hard for you!"

The stunned refugees finally came to their senses and immediately agreed.

"Yes, you must save us!"

"Just behind... There are monsters chasing us! And our village, now it's full of monsters!"

"Master Demon Hunter, we are finally waiting for you!"

Plop, plop——!

In just a moment, a large area has already knelt down around.

Little Harry stared blankly at this face-changing scene. A moment of inspiration was not enough for him to understand the situation at this time.

"Your village is full of monsters? Who wants to take me there?" Yarrow pretended to be in a daze, looking around, as if he was going to pick someone.

The refugees who were shouting and shouting just now fell silent and lowered their heads one by one, fearing that Yarrow would notice them.

The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. They have long believed that demon hunters are monsters, so how dare they "go into the mouth of a tiger".

Yarrow looked at the leading old villager with pretended hesitation: "You..."

"No, my lord, I... am old, my legs and feet are not good, I'm afraid... I can't help you."

Yarrow looked at the young man next to him again.

The young man shook his head with a pale face, and shook his head again and again, "I...I can't leave, yes...I still want to stay here."

Yarrow looked one by one, and these villagers could always come up with various reasons.

Looking at the majestic Yarrow, little Harry felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart, and blurted out a sentence: "I! Master Yue! I'll take you there!"

"You?" Yarrow looked at little Harry indifferently, and at the same time noticed his pair of blank eyes, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly sneered, "Where did you come from, little brat, get out of here."

The old villager cheered up and quickly helped the child to speak: "Master Yue, little Harry can do it! He has been very smart since he was a child, and he must remember the way to go!"