A strange world

The Dawn Tavern and the library together earn at least four silver coins per week.

Before this winter, Annan will be able to save enough money for the qualification test.

Still a little slow, but Annan started very low and used this time to make up for a serious lack of knowledge. I just don’t know what’s going on with Tasia.

While Annan was still looking forward to a better future, the second weekend arrived.

"Remember to come back early."

Following Aunt Susan's instructions, Annan brought a kettle, loaded a few pounds of black bread with dried meat into his bag, and set off to the haunted gold mine.

Dozens of minutes later, Annan arrived at Xiaoqiu. It wasn't break time yet and there weren't many miners in the camp.

Annan sat under the shade of a tree and continued to copy and revise "The Law Breaks the Sky" on his notes with charcoal pen.

Tasia emerged from the mine. Today is the promised rest day.

She saw a figure sitting in the shade of a tree, with spots of light scattered around her, and her pale skin was set against her black hair. As Tasia came closer, he raised his head, the sun shining on his eyelashes, his black eyes clear and bright.

Looking at the visible thinness of Tasia's strong body and the old and new whip marks, Annan frowned, but said nothing.

"This is for you."

Annan lifted the baggage. The rough soles of Tasia's feet stepped on the weeds, and the chains clattered against each other. When they got closer, they smelled of sweat and a faint rotten smell.

Annan removed the shackles and squatted in the increasingly strong putrid smell to untie the cloth wrapped around the wound.

The sticky secretions exuded a strong rancid smell, and the swollen and rotten wounds were bloody and bloody. Flies were lingering around.

"You didn't clean the wound as I told you?"

The ankle that was only strangled a few days ago was severely eroded.

"You'll sweat."

Tasia is just a slave, she does not have a suitable environment to recover from her injuries.

"It will get worse if you delay it any longer." Annan drove away the flies around the wound and asked her to move to the sun.

There is resurrection in this world, and it is not difficult to cure some fatal injuries and stubborn diseases, let alone infections. But there is no priest in Pinglin Town, and Annan no longer knows anything about the world: such as the prejudice and discrimination between various races.

This can be seen in the neglect Soruman Bronzebeard suffered in the tavern. No priest or doctor would want to treat a tauren, even if she was half human.

Annan didn't want Tasia to lose her leg or even her life because the wound was not treated in time.

"Can you escape? I will help you find a way to treat it."

It would be best if you can save the ransom money...

"I'm not like you..." Tasia closed her mouth and changed her words: "...I'm not like those people who don't abide by the contract."

"Even a slave contract?"

Annan already got the answer when he asked.

This belief is both admirable and foolish.

Annan had no choice but to use water from the kettle to help Tasia clean the wound carefully. After confirming that the rotten smell could hardly be smelled, he let her bask in the rotten ankle.

Tasia sat on the grass and quietly ate the food Annan had brought.

Annan squatted at her feet, waving his notes to scare away the annoying flies.

"I will try to save enough money as soon as possible after I go back."

It seems that the qualification test can only be postponed.

After sitting with Tasia in the forest glade for a while, Annan opened "The Sky" to read to her, asked about the ghosts and kobolds in the mine, and bandaged Tasia's wounds at the urging of the foreman, and She said goodbye and returned to Pinglin Town.

Annan's desire for money became urgent again.

He originally planned to save the pajamas that he would sell in Breeze City later, but he dug them out of the closet and pulled Martin onto the street.

There were no shops offering mortgage items in the town. Annan and Martin visited several tailor shops and clothing stores. They were full of praise for the material and feel of the pajamas, but they were only willing to offer 8 silver coins at most. Even Annan pointed to the stitching and fabrics of modern craftsmanship and said it was the work of famous masters.

Eight silver coins were obviously not a small amount, almost the monthly income of Aunt Susan's family. He didn't see Martin winking at Annan crazily.

But there is still a long way to go before Annan can raise enough money——

Borrow or advance from Mr. Victor?

"Your reward comes from what you pay at this time." You don't have to think about it to know that the lawful and old-fashioned old man will say this.

So does Mr. Fast. If he could, he would have provided a gold nard for testing qualifications.

Annan sold his pajamas and was still thinking about how to exchange "Fa Breaking the Sky" for money when noises came from far away in the street. A circus in a caravan performed on the busiest street of Pinglin Town.

Annan, who wanted to sell "The Law Breaks the Sky", was led by Martin to blend into the peripheral crowd.

The caravan unfolded its carport and sold goods to the gathered townspeople. Annan was just thinking about whether he would make more money by selling his pajamas to them, when he saw the guards whose leather armor was stained with congealed blood.

These guards are all powerful professionals - not the most ordinary professionals like the town guards.

They are not easy to mess with.

The caravan began entering each town with a routine performance: the actor playing the mage held a burning "staff" and swayed the burning powder to repel the actor playing the enemy, causing the townspeople to exclaim and whisper, "This is Is it magic?" "Is he a magician?"

Annan smelled the smell of burning kerosene and phosphorus powder, but his attention was on the guards armed with swords or bows and arrows surrounding the caravan.

They looked much tougher than Mr. Fast, who had been lounging against the counter all day.

Annan's attention returned to the crude stage as the women suddenly screamed. A shirtless brawny man appeared on stage, triggering screams. He played the role of a warrior and then threw a handful of copper coins at him. Annan's eyes became bright as he watched this scene.

Martin next to him quietly covered his buttocks.

At this time, Annan saw a familiar strong figure among the women.

"Aunt Susan?"

Annan squeezed toward them in surprise: "Aunt Susan!"

Aunt Susan and her sisters soon noticed Annan, "He's so cute—" and then Annan was like a young deer being toyed with by several lionesses.

As for Martin, he was left out like a lone hyena.

Annan didn't ask why Aunt Susan was here, but just entrusted Aunt Susan to bring her sisters to the pub tonight to support her.

Then he ran back to the tavern, found Fast and said, "Mr. Fast, do you want to make the tavern business better?"

"What other ideas does our future mage have?"

"No, I've already prepared it."

Annan looked at Fast. With his strong and tall body and his resolute face as carved as an axe, he was better than that actor in every aspect. And most importantly: he is a truly elite fighter.

"Now just a little detail is needed..."

In the evening, Aunt Susan and a dozen of her sisters came to the tavern.

Then, when Fast appeared in the hall wearing high boots, with his shirt half unbuttoned, and holding a long sword, the women's screams shook the wine.

When these women crowded up, Fast couldn't help but wonder, why did he pay all this for dozens of copper coins?