A strange world

Chapter 24 Section 24. Rescue Tasia

Wow - Wow -

The frequent turning of books disturbs the tranquility of the library.

[Warlocks can only use awakened power, and are destined to be inferior to magicians in all aspects. A normal magician can choose any of the six schools of magic, and even if he is not good at it, he can eventually learn it. But warlocks can only use spells of their awakened power...]

Da da--

Even the slightest sound of footsteps would make Annan raise his head.

Little Winchet picked a book from the bookshelf and returned to Mr. Victor. Terms such as "Breeze City" floated vaguely.

Annan tried to return his attention to the book, but Tasia's condition put him in no mood.

[…The advantages of a warlock? It’s just that the number is smaller and the spells can be learned faster...]

Even the conflict between mages and warlocks that don't deal with each other can't make Annan immersed in the story.

"You haven't been able to calm down since you came here this morning."

Mr. Victor's cane rapped on the table, causing Annan to wake up.

Just when Annan was about to explain the situation, Mr. Victor raised his wrinkled cheeks and said, "I don't want to hear your excuses. You will be considered absent from work for half a day today. You can go back and solve the problem before you come back to work."

"Thank you Mr. Victor!"

Annan sat up excitedly, ran out frantically, and then ran back to put down the keys.

Dozens of minutes later, Annan arrived at the haunted gold mine. Tasia was still in the mine at this time, and Annan spent two copper coins to ask a miner to help call her out.

Annan first checked Tasia's wound in the shed, and it didn't seem serious. But when he removed the shackles and untied the cloth strips, he saw that flies had laid fine white maggot eggs in the rot that had been cleaned yesterday.

Tasia was not a true tauren and did not have the physique to recover without rest.

"You really don't want to resist the contract that enslaved you?" Annan endured the stench and cleaned away the maggot eggs, looking at him seriously.

"A contract is more important than death."

Tasia is as stubborn as a dwarf.

It is also different from the tauren that Annan read in the book... After all, no tauren like philosophy and painting.

"Take me to the foreman."

Annan asked Tasia to lead him to find the person holding Tasia's contract. After expressing his intention, the foreman lion said loudly: "Two gold nards."

"You only spent 70 silver coins when you bought... him."

"That was the price before."

"He is almost 20 pounds lighter than when you bought him, and his ankles are rotten and infested with maggots. How much energy does he still have to work? How long can he work?"

The foreman frowned, and of course he smelled the disgusting rancid smell: "One gold and fifty silver."

It still exceeded Annan's mental threshold. Staring at the skinny guy for a moment, Annan gave up on the idea of ​​irritating him and letting Tasia break his head.

"One jinnaar. If I can, I will go back and get the money now."

The foreman mused. The newly discovered mineral veins are nearly exhausted. These slaves will be sold again soon, and now they can earn an extra 30 silver coins... The most important thing is that they can be put into their own pockets.

"Can."

"I'll go back and get the money."

Annan couldn't completely believe this foreman in the gray area, so he leaned close to Tasia and whispered: "If I don't come back before dark, he is causing trouble, subdue him, and rescue me..."

Seemingly overthinking, Annan returned to town from the gold mine and nothing happened. Returning to Aunt Susan's house, he dug out 20 silver coins from under the bed and ran out.

"Annan, where are you going?"

Aunt Susan held the wash basin and shouted towards Annan's hurried back.

"I have something to do!"

"Follow little Annan!" Aunt Susan shouted to Martin, who was chopping wood.

Martin hurriedly ran outside, then ran back and put down the axe.

Annan soon discovered that Martin had followed him, and simply told him that he was going to borrow money from Mr. Fast.

"Why not find Aunt Susan?"

"Aunt Susan has helped enough."

Annan could no longer speak to Aunt Susan who had been helping him.

When we rushed to the Dawn Tavern, it was not open yet. Only Fast and Soruman Bronzebeard were talking in the empty hall.

The female dwarf was about to hide back in the wine cellar when she saw Annan and Martin coming.

"Why did you come so early?" Fast asked strangely.

"Mr. Fast, I would like to borrow a gold coin from you."

"Yes, you have to lend us money." Martin agreed, "If you don't want to lend us the money, I won't come to work today."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Fast came to Annan and looked down at him.

"I don't want to lend it to you, Annan." This elite warrior had his own insistence. "'It's the time you spend on the rose that makes it important,' that's what you told me."

"It's not a qualification test." Annan recounted Tasia's experience from the beginning and called Martin, "Martin can testify."

"The big orc?"

"It's a half-tauren."

It was difficult for Martin to distinguish between tauren and orcs.

Soruman Bronzebeard jumped to the floor with a thump, and rushed in front of Annan like a rolling barrel. His eyes, which were almost hidden in the thick beard and braids, shone with a strange light.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"she is my friend."

"You want to be friends with a half-tauren?"

"Um."

"I'll lend it to you!" Soruman Bronzebeard said excitedly, patting his chest.

Fast remained calm: "What about your qualification test?"

"Knowledge will not disappear, it will only increase." Annan suppressed his desire for magic.

Soruman Bronzebeard has already taken out a gold coin. Annan accepted it with thanks and looked at Fast: "Mr. Fast, I also hope you can do me a favor."

…

The yellowing sky, the quiet woods, the quiet campground.

Tasia was still in the shed, and Annan saw a miner running away after seeing him. Not long after, the foreman appeared in front of the shed.

Annan followed the agreement and took out a gold nard with the profile of the goddess of wealth printed on it: "Where's the contract?"

"The price has gone up now, boy. Two guineas."

The foreman's eyes reflected the gold coins, and as expected, he was gripped by greed.

"Mr. Fast."

Annan, who was well prepared, let out a low cry, and a broad-shouldered, muscular silhouette stepped out of the shadows.

Fast was shorter than Tasia, but as an elite professional, the oppressive feeling brought by his momentum alone made the foreman speechless with fear.

"How much do you want now?"

"One...one gold coin is enough..."

"I think the price of 1 kinnar is too high."

"Of course... I, I bought it for 70 silver coins, so I should sell it to you for 70 silver coins..."

"Get some money."

Annan threw the gold coins to the miners and did not continue to bargain. Although he can do this.

The foreman took out the contract and fled here quickly.

"Is this it?" Annan handed the contract to Tasia.

"This is my slave contract."

Under the yellowing sunset, Tasia held up the contract, knelt on one knee in front of Annan, and lowered her head in submission. "Now, you are my master."

"No."

Annan took the crumpled contract and tore it in half.

"No one is your master anymore."