Wizard: I brought the wrong system

"He didn't even dare to kill you directly, so how could he attack your father and even let you notice?"

Yarrow had to point this out.

If he continues to deceive, Ian will definitely become fussy, and the so-called grounding will naturally not be able to stop him.

But if you really want him to rush out, this matter will not end well.

"But...but! What is he going to do!" Ian pulled his hair, looking extra irritable.

Once a seed of doubt is planted, it takes root.

What's more, Ian was hostile to Morton.

"No!" Ian raised his head abruptly, got up and was about to go outside the house: "I want to ask him face to face!"

precisely!

Yarrow tapped the shredded paper on the table: "It's like the battle armor thing, he doesn't admit it, what can you do?"

Ian paused and blurted out: "Then what do you say!"

Yarrow frowned, and pondered for a while: "First of all, you can't come forward, if you do, maybe it will arouse his vigilance, if he hides some key information, it will be difficult for us to find It's the truth."

we?

Ian turned his head and said with surprise, "Yaro, are you willing to help me?"

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

Yarrow retorted, and then smiled lightly: "You are my creditor, and I am still waiting for you to find traces of high-value monsters."

"Yaro, don't worry, I will definitely take this matter to heart!"

After Ian finished speaking vowedly, he walked back a few steps and asked anxiously, "Yaro, what are you going to do?"

"'Yue' is going to find out the situation first, we can't frame people for no reason." Yarrow rolled his eyes and revealed his real purpose.

"How to check?" Ian asked quickly.

Ya Luotu looked at him poorly: "Tell me what you know about Morton's abnormality."

……

The weather in the dark plains can change as you say, and the sky was still clear when we came, but when Yarrow walked out of the door, it was already drizzling outside.

The ground was wet by the rain, presenting a deep blackness. Drops of crystal water rolled into the depressions, converging into a penetrating puddle.

pat!

The bright black leather boots stepped on the mechanical steps, and stepped on the puddle calmly. Before the puddle could splash, it was pulled back by an invisible force.

The clean puddles turned dark brown, muddy and viscous, like blood stains on leather armor.

But soon, a roll of brightly colored carpet covered the small puddle of water.

"Mr. Yue, please get in the car."

The coachman in a raincoat opened his umbrella respectfully.

Yarrow was not surprised. Morton had said before that he would leave the carriage outside.

Still with the simple but not crude decoration, Yarrow sat in the previous position again.

With a slight shaking, the carriage set off again.

The coachman's driving level is very high, even when driving on the water-logged road, he is still stable.

Yarrow leaned against the fur sofa of some unknown beast, listening to the sound of the pattering rain, sorting out the harvest.

The harvest here is not material, but all kinds of information obtained.

Basically can be divided into three parts.

First: There are locations and specific routes of monsters in the six places, as well as problems that need attention on the way.

Although the road is twisted and twisted, it seems that there is a lot of detour, but it contains the wisdom of countless generations of the Ian family.

Second: The design idea of ​​the wind armor, and some surviving pieces of paper in the design drawings.

Since Yarrow already had experience in designing and manufacturing the Magic Phoenix Armor, and Ian explained it with all his heart, even if some paper was missing, Yarrow was sure to make a simple version.

That is to say, there is no need for 'magic stone bone powder', and the 'automatic battle' structure that cannot be constructed without the knowledge of puppets.

The cost is about [-] magic stones. If you consider the possible waste of materials in the first production, you need to prepare at least [-] magic stones.

Although it is indeed cheaper than the one made by Ian, it is still not what Yarrow can count on now.

Third: Morton's activity trajectory.

There are five pastoral areas of the ghost ghost orchid. Similar to the land rotation, Morton will drive the ghost ghost orchid to one of the pastures within three to six months according to the fertility of the soil in different pastoral areas.

The ghost Guilan outside the Crocodile Valley was recently expelled.

Normally, Morton would live in the corresponding residence in the pastoral area to study and meditate.

Other than that, life is very unrestrained. I often attend various gatherings, spend generously, like to 'make friends', and like to 'help' the weak.

In Ian's understanding, this is the raising of private soldiers in an attempt to commit crimes, but Yarrow knows that this may be the source of human sacrifice.

There are always parties, but if there is no special relationship, it is impossible to know the exact time and place, and it is difficult to get involved.

But as Morton's 'good' brother, Ian still knows one detail.

Every time Ghost Ghost Orchid changed pastures, Morton would take the time to go to the market inside the dark plain.

According to Morton, this is to buy a potion to replenish nutrients for Ghost Guilan, but it will also bring back some 'friends' who are 'tired of killing', and then Morton will personally 'send' them away.

Well, Ian didn't know exactly where those people left. After all, he never saw them again.

I don't know if it's because he knows Morton is doing human sacrifice, Yarrow is very puzzled, why so many people can still be fooled by such a clumsy lie.

How many years has it been since Morton took over Garden of Ghosts?

Five years!

In five years, how many people can be 'sent' away from the market?

Don't they all have any human relationship in the dark plain?

Has no one ever wondered why there is no trace of the person who was 'sent' away by Morton?

While Yarrow was thinking about Morton's question, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose.

Clear and mellow, it smells like a flower but doesn't show off, like musk but not enchanting, just like the upright and peaceful Clivia, isolated from the world, but still gentle to others.

Even when you get along with it, you feel like you are far away from the turbulent world, your brain is clear and transparent, and it is intoxicatingly refreshing.

Inexplicably, Yarrow suddenly thought of Morton, the face with a gentle smile.

"It seems to be the perfume worn by Brother Morton? I don't know if it is bought from outside or made by myself. It smells really good!"

"Brother Morton is already good-looking, and he is so good at dressing up. Surely many girls will like him?"

Leaning on the soft and comfortable leather chair, savoring the thin fragrance in the air, listening to the ticking rain on the side of the car...

Yarrow's consciousness fluttered, and he seemed to be asleep and awake, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.