A strange world

The Dawn Tavern is gradually becoming more popular. The clinking of wine glasses, whispers of laughter, and the smell of wine and smoke were mixed with the playing and singing of the bard.

Soruman Bronzebeard came out of the wine cellar and sat in the corner with Fast and the gray-robed mage, whispering, occasionally shouting because of emotion.

They were arguing over whether Annan should become a mage or a warlock.

"This boy couldn't speak Common a week ago, but now he can even unlock a mage."

"What does this mean? Magicians never lack smart people. There are magic apprentices everywhere in the wizard tower who can memorize an entire alchemy book in a week, but there are only a few lucky ones who can become wizards."

"One of the lucky ones gave up on himself." Soruman Bronzebeard laughed wildly. Warriors and mages never deal with her, especially since she is a dwarf who admires muscles.

"Shut up! Let's talk about Anna uh...Annie?"

"Annan."

"...We are talking about Annan!"

"Then how do you think he can help you come out of your haze with just a few words?"

"I don't admit that I was offended by him."

"You don't look like a mage at all when you act like a rogue."

"This shows that the world's prejudice against mages is too deep. Does it mean that all mages must be arrogant, taciturn, have mysophobia, and have to use guidance to pull excrement out of their butts?"

"You're like an asshole from the Chaos camp right now."

"Then listen, I want to show my lawful side." The gray-robed mage pointed to Annan, who was wiping the wine table after the guests left, "He doesn't know Common Language, but this is not a problem, a small spell can solve the problem. Assumption, your previous assumptions are all assumptions, this boy is just a commoner with no background, inheritance and family."

"If a person like this wants to become a magician, he must first become an apprentice. He is lucky and is of the right age. He can sneak into the mage tower or become an apprentice to the mage. I can also accept him. This period usually lasts from two to endless years. Etc. If he has extremely high qualifications, strong knowledge and knowledge, and looks like a future great sage, he will be selected as an apprentice by a mage or directly enter the magic academy."

"But if you unfortunately meet an irresponsible mentor, the best result will be that your time is wasted, and the worst result will be that you lack guidance during meditation and be occupied by weird, demonic, and evil gods wandering in the void and other planes. .”

The gray-robed mage recalled something, and the shudder that emerged made him even more decadent: "So a warlock is suitable for him. He doesn't need to be exposed to endless knowledge that selects and devours people, and is as brainless as a warrior."

Although it is biased, warlocks are indeed like warriors who can cast spells.

There is also a crucial point - the warlock's need for money is not that strong...

It's just that warlocks don't have the same traces as mages. Although there are legends in the Kingdom of Ruikaner about dreaming about gods while sleeping, being struck by lightning on a rainy day, awakening after reading ancient books, and exploring ancient ruins and being blessed by unknown beings, these stories are spread because they are not common.

"If you say this, the sorcerer will knock your brains out with his staff." Soruman Bronzebeard said.

"I also think he is more suitable to be a warlock." Fast leaned back in his chair and simply rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. "He has an exotic aura that overwhelms his face. It's hard for everyone to dislike him."

The bard came over at some point: "It's still suitable for a mage. His strong thirst for knowledge is about to drain me dry."

"You sound like a lust demon rather than a mage."

"Wait a minute." The female dwarf suddenly understood, "So warlocks need to awaken their bloodlines. What you said is that only mages are the only options?"

Several men looked at each other: "That's what happened."

They were just chatting.

Back to business, Fast called Annan and asked him about the weather tomorrow.

Annan recalled the sunset he saw in the evening, "It should rain again."

"I heard that you are looking for a job recently?" he asked again.

"I need money to test my qualifications."

"I know Mr. Victor from the library. His bookstore needs an administrator recently. Maybe you can try your luck."

"Then my job in the tavern..."

"The library is open during the day."

"I'll ask tomorrow!"

"Why not just help him test his qualifications?" the female dwarf asked.

"Do you know when I was happiest? Annan was right when he said, 'It's the time you spend on the rose that makes the rose important.'"

Annan, who was about to borrow some money from Mr. Fast, closed his mouth.

Returning to Martin, Martin who heard the conversation sighed and said: "I have been waiting for Uncle Hollin to tell me, 'Martin, we are actually rich people. We live in the town just to test you. Now that you have passed the test, you will inherit us. title and treasure'..."

It turns out that this idea is common to all the world...

Annan thought he was the only one who thought so.

"Annan, help me write a letter about running away from home."

"What?"

"If Aunt Susan refuses to give you money, I will threaten her with running away from home."

Annan was very moved, but just wanted to say that this was impossible. But the words were too hurtful to say, so I excused myself by saying that Aunt Susan was illiterate.

Soon after, the door of the tavern opened, and an unexpected guest stepped forward. Many blazing eyes followed the figure with the faint scent of roses to the counter.

"This is the fifth time we've met."

The wine lady's red lips shone seductively under the tavern's oil lamp.

"It doesn't count this time. I hope it won't be in the bedroom next time."

Evelin behind the counter looked at the wine lady, then at Annan, her clear eyes gradually narrowed.

"a glass of juice."

The wine lady turned around and came to Fast's wine table and sat in an empty seat.

"You seem to have some stories with our little guy?" Mr. Fast raised his glass in greeting familiarly.

"I saw him twice in the two days when you were away." Ms. Wine took the juice from Annan. "Once he was working as a miner in the haunted gold mine, and once he was working as a groom in Sean's stable. It was such a coincidence that I thought He's following me."

Fast and the gray-robed mage looked at each other and fell into silence.

"What are you plotting?" Ms. Wine frowned slightly.

Fast did not answer, but pointed at Annan who was walking through the tavern: "What can you think of when you look at him?"

"I saw a little waiter listening to the bard's story with admiration." The wine lady said with emotion.

The gray-robed mage guessed Fast's thoughts: "Do you still want to test it?"

"It's never a coincidence that he follows our wine boss wherever he goes."

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry I didn't see you, Miss Bronzebeard." The wine lady motioned to the female dwarf, who was only half a head taller than the wine table, and said lazily: "Should you tell me what happened before you tell each other riddles? "

Then the bard told yesterday's discovery again.

The wine lady raised her eyes slightly and looked at the men who were seeking knowledge:

"Then have you ever thought about what you would do if that boy was really from the Reeves family?"