Wizard: I brought the wrong system

In a trance, Yarrow seemed to have returned to his previous life, to that peaceful country where he didn't have to worry about dying suddenly when he fell asleep.

"Mr. Yue, Mr. Yue..."

Ethereal shouts seemed to come from the sky.

Mister Moon?

Who is that?

Ya Luo frowned subconsciously: Who is so unqualified, yelling here early in the morning.

Even so, there was an inexplicable sense of urgency in Yaluo's heart.

It's like there is an extra needle on the comfortable Simmons bed. If you want to indulge in gentleness, you will be pricked by the needle, and your body will be slightly tense, but you can't feel the needle anymore.

This indistinct thorn sensation made Yarrow's consciousness gradually regain his sobriety.

Stretching lazily, he opened his eyes, and the exotic decorations immediately came into view.

Yarrow's body froze, and then gradually became natural again.

After yawning, Yarrow twisted his neck and made a 'click' sound, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

The coachman's respectful voice came from the front of the carriage:

"Mr. Yue, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. The Ghost Orchid Garden has arrived. Lord Morton wants to meet you again. Is it convenient for you? Don't worry, it won't take long to go to Lord Morton's residence here, and there will be no delay." Your itinerary."

"Brother Morton wants to see me?"

Morton's soft smile immediately appeared in Yarrow's mind.

"Of course!" Arrow said without hesitation.

"Okay, Mr. Yue, sit still."

Snapped!

There was an air blast of a horsewhip outside, the carriage changed direction slightly, and started off again slowly.

Yarrow has no time to take into account the beautiful scenery outside the window.

At this time, he didn't know why, but there was always an inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart, as if he had forgotten something important, and he couldn't remember it no matter how he wanted to recall it, but he couldn't at all. neglect.

"What did I forget? Ian? Armor? Brother Morton? I clearly remember what happened just now!"

This kind of entanglement is extremely annoying!

But fortunately, not long after, the carriage stopped again.

"Mr. Yue, we are here."

The car door opened, and there was a refreshing floral and fruity fragrance.

This fragrance is somewhat similar to the fragrance in the carriage, but it is even more magical. Just smelling it, it is as if the dust in my heart has been swept away. The magic power in the sea of ​​consciousness has been activated a bit, and the perception of the void magic power of the surrounding departments is also obvious. It's a little clearer.

So much so that Yarrow only felt that his body and mind seemed to have gained peace, and the tingling pain in his thoughts seemed to be smoothed away.

Just looking up, the huge red flowers all over the ground are shocking.

The safflower has an enchanting figure, trembling slightly in the drizzle, just like thousands of beauties wearing red gauze, dancing gracefully and lightly in the drizzle, competing with each other for beauty.

But at this time, all kinds of purples and reds are not as good as a touch of silver in the garden pavilion.

"Brother Morton!"

Yarrow didn't know why, but suddenly there was a surging sense of surprise, and he just felt that the person in front of him was the most trustworthy person.

He was about to trot over, but just as he raised his left foot, a sharp pain flashed through his mind.

Yarrow snorted, covered his head sideways, and subconsciously stopped.

A flash of surprise flashed in Morton's eyes, he was stunned for a while, and then worried: "Yue, what's the matter? Is there something uncomfortable?"

After hearing this passage, the surging emotions in Yarrow's heart also inexplicably weakened, and the symptoms of headache also eased.

He rubbed his forehead and tried to take another step. Seeing that there was no abnormality, he walked into the garden slowly, and said with some doubts: "I don't know what happened, but my head suddenly hurts."

"Maybe it's because you haven't rested recently, okay? Come, have a cup of black tea to calm your mind."

With that said, Morton poured a cup of steaming black tea and put it on the tea table in front of Yarrow.

The tea water is bright and clear, like amber, with a few berries floating on it, similar in size to blueberries, transparent and dark red, like goji berries, but in the shape of small balls, which undulate, rotate and collide with each other in the tea water, looking a bit playful.

Yarrow looked at the teacup, but didn't reach out for a long time.

Morton poured himself a cup of tea, and after taking a sip, he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and said with a smile, "That's ghost orchid fruit. As a magic material, its effect is much better than coffee."

Ghost orchid fruit?

The fruit of the ghost ghost orchid?

Yarrow wanted to drink it very much, but for some reason, he had a vague premonition that if he drank the teacup by himself, his head would definitely hurt again.

After deliberating for a while, Yarrow picked up the teacup and didn't drink it. He raised his head and asked, "Brother Morton, what can you do for me?"

Morton didn't seem to have seen this scene, and said in a normal tone: "Yue, did you ask me why Ian attacked his spell teacher?"

It turned out to be for this matter!

Yarrow secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and said, "Ian believes that the previous spell teacher stole his treasure, um... he thinks it was given to you."

"Treasure? His armor made purely of magic stones?" Morton raised his brows slightly and asked in surprise.

"So you know it too."

"Of course," Morton smiled, "Ian guessed half right. I did ask someone to take that suit of armor. As for his spell teacher...well, maybe it was just a well-timed misunderstanding?"

Actually admitted it directly?

"Why...why did you do that?" Arrow couldn't help asking.

"Do you know how many magic stones Ian used to make that set of armor?" Morton asked back.

Yarrow calculated secretly, and tentatively said, "[-] pieces?"

"Eighteen hundred!"

Well, Ian's craftsmanship is naturally not as good as Yarrow.

"Do you know what that means?" Morton put down his teacup.

"I don't know." Aaron shook his head.

Maybe it's because in the previous life I was used to seeing all kinds of big numbers, such as "golden ten thousand taels" and "nearly one hundred million people". In this life, although I know that magic stones are difficult to earn, it is difficult to react to the value of more than a thousand.

"He not only emptied all the savings of the family, but also owed more than 300 magic stones!"

Yarrow looked surprised: "I see that there are quite a few wizard apprentices in your family. Why do you only have this number of magic stones?"

"What's the use of having so many wizard apprentices? They're all just offshoots of 'Ian'. They'll only think of ways to put the family's magic stone into their arms."

"Ian embezzling public funds?"

"Then it doesn't matter, isn't the family owned by our father and son? It's just that the amount he used this time is too large. A large part of it is the output of the ghost orchid garden, and I will find the rest. People borrowed it, which means that they used almost all my magic stones, and I used some means to get back the finished product, is there any problem?"

This... the amount of information is a bit large, and there are a lot of questions.

After thinking about it, Yarrow skipped the 'property division issue' and asked directly: "Then why do you give him such a big support?"

Morton smiled bitterly: "I was also brought in step by step by him."