A strange world

What happened in Fast's past.

This is undoubtedly nonsense. Why would an elite hide in a town and open a tavern? The bard also bluntly said that Fast was a man with stories.

In short, Fast runs the Dawn Tavern honestly and hides his mysterious past. Maybe he already yearned for tranquility, but some waves that broke the tranquility would also be interesting to him - that's why he didn't reject Annan.

"I'm beginning to think that neither mages nor warlocks are suitable for you." Fast commented, "Go be a politician."

Annan went back before Evelin counted the ledgers. Judging from how busy today is, we should be selling 30% more wine than usual. As long as it remains popular, Annan can earn 6 silver coins this week.

In just two months, Annan could save enough money to redeem Tasia... but it was still too long.

The next day, the library.

Annan moved next to Mr. Victor and gently tested the possibility of the old man advancing his salary.

"Advance salary? Does that mean I can also let you advance labor?" The stubborn old man said as expected.

Annan had no choice but to suppress his thoughts temporarily until little Winchet came to the library in the morning.

The "Big Winchet" and the Winchet family behind "Little Winchet" undoubtedly have massive wealth. As a noble, this amount of money should be insignificant to her.

Although it is difficult to say it, everything is done to save Tasia.

Registering "Little Winchet" on the visitor list, Annan asked her: "Have you brought any money?"

"what are you up to?"

Gray calm eyes focused on Annan.

Seeing an ear popping up from the chair behind Little Winchet, Annan lowered his voice: "I want to borrow some money, 50 silver coins or one gold nugget..."

"You want to test your qualifications?"

"Not yet... I have a friend who needs help."

Little Winchet rejected him. Annan was a little disappointed, but she was not morally kidnapped - even though Little Winchet was rich, she had no reason to help her.

They had known each other for just over a week.

Annan was not in the mood to continue copying "The Magic Breaks the Sky" because of his worries about Tasia. Looking at the little Winchett surrounding Mr. Victor, Annan picked out a book called "The Master Turns to the Left" from the book list he compiled a few days ago. Warlock to the right".

This book introduces the differences and interesting facts between mages and warlocks in a humorous and relaxed tone, as written on the title page: [The power of magicians is based on their construction of wisdom. Warlock's power is fucking luck! ——Oga Petri]

Annan saw this sentence the day he found this book, and also searched for his other works because of this distinctive sentence. Just not found. Later, when I asked Victor, he said that the master mage named Oga Petrie died because he challenged the Dragon Vein Warlock.

It can be regarded as practicing faith with life.

I hope this book can help me put my worries aside for a while.

Annan turned to the first page:

[A person holding a staff, wearing a magic robe, with a wise and calm temperament. The person talking to you about academics may not be a mage, but he is definitely not a warlock. 】

[You have to know that becoming a magician requires an extremely strict sequence. You first need to know how to think and understand the formation of magic, then memorize the magic, outline the spell model, and finally form the perfect spell to release it. 】

[Warlock? They are born or acquired with blood or power. There is no need to study spells like a magician. As long as he accidentally sees the release of a spell, as long as the spell matches his bloodline or strength, he can restore the spell by "I wonder about the principle of this spell"! 】

[But don’t be pessimistic and think that magicians are inferior to warlocks. Although sorcerers are natural spellcasters, they are limited by blood and power.

[So you can easily distinguish a mage from a warlock: the clothes are luxurious and restrained, always giving people wisdom and calmness, that is the magician. Warlocks are like nobles, they spend money like water, indulge in beauty, even the females of other races, and are generally very charming. 】

Oga Petrie clearly knew the Warlock well, even if he misjudged himself and paid the price for it.

Annan did put aside his worries for a while and immersed himself in the book.

In the evening, Little Winchet saw Mr. Victor out of the library. Annan checked the doors and windows, locked the door, and came to the Dawn Tavern without stopping.

Different from the previous deserted scene when it first opened, there were already seven or eight guests waiting at the wine table, and they were no longer all men.

Some of the guests are "Fa Breaks the Sky" and some are Fast.

Annan finished the dinner in the kitchen prepared by Aunt Susan brought by Martin, put on his apron and returned to the hall.

"In a daze, there was a soft feeling on Sean's lips, and a wet tongue penetrated inexplicably..."

The bard told the story of Sean and Sissy in the cave in the Warcraft Mountains for the thirty-eighth time.

They really liked this piece of content.

As time went by, the tavern became more and more lively.

Annan said this place started to look like a tavern, and the bard said what kind of tavern is it if it only drinks wine?

An orthodox pub should have: guest rooms on the second floor, girls soliciting business, exchange of information in the corner, and occasional fights.

Fast was not very happy.

The novelty of the first day wore off, and those passionate women began to overwhelm him.

So he also came up with an idea: let Annan dress like this to attract business, and block his refusal in advance: "Half of the profit from the wine you sell belongs to you."

Annan wanted to refuse loudly, but he really needed money...

Fast even prepared clothes in advance, a luxurious and exaggerated costume of a nobleman. After Annan put it on, it looked like a young nobleman against his black hair.

When the shorter Annan stood next to the tall and muscular Mr. Fast, the women screamed.

Annan's lethality was far greater than Fast - Evelin was already too embarrassed to look at him before he saw her.

Aunt Susan's sisters and the women who came after hearing the news were even more irresistible to Annan's appearance as a young nobleman with fair skin, delicate appearance and handsome appearance——

Annan is like a lonely boat in a storm, struggling to resist the waves.

After tiring to deal with it, the tavern was closed. Anando stayed in the tavern for a while and Evelin tallied up today's income: nearly ten silver coins.

Nearly three times the usual amount.

This motivation allowed Annan to persevere and help Evelin design a pair of bunny ear headbands.

At closing time on the third day, Annan received this week's salary: 7 silver coins.

"Mr. Fast..."

Martin wore Evelin's bunny ears and stretched the hairband out of shape: "Can I join..."

Fast refused Martin on the grounds that "asking you to do this will drive away customers", but still gave him 10 copper coins as a bonus.

Back at Aunt Susan's house, Annan opened the money box, and 20 silver coins collided happily.

It won't be long before you can save 70 silver coins.

The library will be closed during the day tomorrow, and Annan is going to tell Tasia the good news.

In the early morning, Annan came to the camp of the haunted gold mine in the morning light and saw Tasia limping over.