Wizard: I brought the wrong system

The Lord can't be angry and start a division, and the general can't be angry and attack a war.

——Sun Tzu's Art of War·Fire Attack

The next morning.

After washing up carefully, Yarrow didn't rush to the alchemy workshop of the owner of Harvey. Instead, after asking the innkeeper, he found a remote tavern in the corner of the market and enjoyed a rich breakfast.

There was soft white bread, smoked bacon, eggs the size of a fist, and a tall glass of milk.

Not expensive, but 3 pennies for 56 silver coins, this amount may be enough for ordinary civilians to live for half a year, but it is really not expensive in the Mannheim market.

Yarrow enjoyed his meal, and didn't bother to collect the scattered pennies, so he simply gave 4 silver coins, and any more were regarded as tips.

Walking out of the tavern, the hustle and bustle came immediately. The various shops in the market had just opened their doors at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Some street vendors pushing simple dining carts were shouting simple breakfast at the top of their lungs.

After the young craft apprentices finished cleaning the store, they shouted a few times to stop the passing street vendors, opened their shy wallets, and bought a breakfast worthy of the price.

The slightly drunken sun shone on the wet ground, and the thin mist swayed gently with the breeze, as if covering the street with a layer of tulle, and also brought a breath of life to this iron-blooded market.

"Good morning, owner Harvey, didn't you rest last night?"

Wearing a brand-new robe and leaning on a civilized staff, Yarrow greeted with a smile.

The Lord can't be angry and start a division, and the general can't be angry and attack a war.

——Sun Tzu's Art of War·Fire Attack

The next morning.

After washing up carefully, Yarrow didn't rush to the alchemy workshop of the owner of Harvey. Instead, after asking the innkeeper, he found a remote tavern in the corner of the market and enjoyed a rich breakfast.

There was soft white bread, smoked bacon, eggs the size of a fist, and a tall glass of milk.

Not expensive, but 3 pennies for 56 silver coins, this amount may be enough for ordinary civilians to live for half a year, but it is really not expensive in the Mannheim market.

Yarrow enjoyed his meal, and didn't bother to collect the scattered pennies, so he simply gave 4 silver coins, and any more were regarded as tips.

Walking out of the tavern, the hustle and bustle came immediately. The various shops in the market had just opened their doors at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Some street vendors pushing simple dining carts were shouting simple breakfast at the top of their lungs.

After the young craft apprentices finished cleaning the store, they shouted a few times to stop the passing street vendors, opened their shy wallets, and bought a breakfast worthy of the price.

The slightly drunken sun shone on the wet ground, and the thin mist swayed gently with the breeze, as if covering the street with a layer of tulle, and also brought a breath of life to this iron-blooded market.

"Good morning, owner Harvey, didn't you rest last night?"

Wearing a brand-new robe and leaning on a civilized staff, Yarrow greeted with a smile.The Lord can't be angry and start a division, and the general can't be angry and attack a war.

——Sun Tzu's Art of War·Fire Attack

The next morning.

After washing up carefully, Yarrow didn't rush to the alchemy workshop of the owner of Harvey. Instead, after asking the innkeeper, he found a remote tavern in the corner of the market and enjoyed a rich breakfast.

There was soft white bread, smoked bacon, eggs the size of a fist, and a tall glass of milk.

Not expensive, but 3 pennies for 56 silver coins, this amount may be enough for ordinary civilians to live for half a year, but it is really not expensive in the Mannheim market.

Yarrow enjoyed his meal, and didn't bother to collect the scattered pennies, so he simply gave 4 silver coins, and any more were regarded as tips.

Walking out of the tavern, the hustle and bustle came immediately. The various shops in the market had just opened their doors at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Some street vendors pushing simple dining carts were shouting simple breakfast at the top of their lungs.

After the young craft apprentices finished cleaning the store, they shouted a few times to stop the passing street vendors, opened their shy wallets, and bought a breakfast worthy of the price.

The slightly drunken sun shone on the wet ground, and the thin mist swayed gently with the breeze, as if covering the street with a layer of tulle, and also brought a breath of life to this iron-blooded market.

"Good morning, owner Harvey, didn't you rest last night?"

Wearing a brand-new robe and leaning on a civilized staff, Yarrow greeted with a smile.The Lord can't be angry and start a division, and the general can't be angry and attack a war.

——Sun Tzu's Art of War·Fire Attack

The next morning.

After washing up carefully, Yarrow didn't rush to the alchemy workshop of the owner of Harvey. Instead, after asking the innkeeper, he found a remote tavern in the corner of the market and enjoyed a rich breakfast.

There was soft white bread, smoked bacon, eggs the size of a fist, and a tall glass of milk.

Not expensive, but 3 pennies for 56 silver coins, this amount may be enough for ordinary civilians to live for half a year, but it is really not expensive in the Mannheim market.

Yarrow enjoyed his meal, and didn't bother to collect the scattered pennies, so he simply gave 4 silver coins, and any more were regarded as tips.

Walking out of the tavern, the hustle and bustle came immediately. The various shops in the market had just opened their doors at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Some street vendors pushing simple dining carts were shouting simple breakfast at the top of their lungs.

After the young craft apprentices finished cleaning the store, they shouted a few times to stop the passing street vendors, opened their shy wallets, and bought a breakfast worthy of the price.

The slightly drunken sun shone on the wet ground, and the thin mist swayed gently with the breeze, as if covering the street with a layer of tulle, and also brought a breath of life to this iron-blooded market.

"Good morning, owner Harvey, didn't you rest last night?"

Wearing a brand-new robe and leaning on a civilized staff, Yarrow greeted with a smile.The Lord can't be angry and start a division, and the general can't be angry and attack a war.

——Sun Tzu's Art of War·Fire Attack

The next morning.

After washing up carefully, Yarrow didn't rush to the alchemy workshop of the owner of Harvey. Instead, after asking the innkeeper, he found a remote tavern in the corner of the market and enjoyed a rich breakfast.

There was soft white bread, smoked bacon, eggs the size of a fist, and a tall glass of milk.

Not expensive, but 3 pennies for 56 silver coins, this amount may be enough for ordinary civilians to live for half a year, but it is really not expensive in the Mannheim market.

Yarrow enjoyed his meal, and didn't bother to collect the scattered pennies, so he simply gave 4 silver coins, and any more were regarded as tips.

Walking out of the tavern, the hustle and bustle came immediately. The various shops in the market had just opened their doors at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Some street vendors pushing simple dining carts were shouting simple breakfast at the top of their lungs.