A strange world

A carriage stopped at the door of the library.

Annan took two stacks of books from the coachman, returned to the library before the carriage kicked up dust, opened the brown paper bags, and skillfully placed them on the bookshelf according to categories.

Nowadays, books in bookcases are no longer as haphazardly arranged as they used to be. Solemn war history and erotic literature are placed next to each other, and fairy tale books and geographical records are placed next to each other.

As for alphabetical order...

Frankly speaking, Annan and Victor guarded a library where no one came. The only people who would step through the door were local nobles, wealthy people and travelers passing through the town.

The former never come here to read books - they just follow their parents' instructions to have a good relationship with Mr. Victor, or they hope to become Mr. Victor's magic apprentice. Such as little Winchet.

The most important thing is that Mr. Victor did not give him more salary.

The light that poured into the library changed, and the carriage blocking the doors and windows drove away.

Annan came to Mr. Victor in the quiet library: "Mr. Victor, I have a friend who also wants to come to the library to read."

"What are the rules for visitors to the library?" The ancient book filled with runes that Annan couldn't understand was turned to the next page.

There are no visitor rules and the library does not ban any visitors.

"But she's not human..."

Annan tells Victor that Tasia is half-tauren.

Mr. Victor ignored Annan, but his attitude spoke for itself.

That night, Annan got into the wine cellar and told Tasia the good news.

"Thank you, Annan."

The firelight illuminated Tasia's eyes, which were no longer numb.

"Nothing...I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

Annan ran out of the cellar in a hurry.

There is something special about Gein tonight - the bard talks about the finale of "The Law Breaks the Sky".

The drinkers ignored Evelyn's cute rabbit ears, and the women didn't care about Fast's strong figure. They were quiet and focused, immersed in the bard's story.

When the bard came to an end for this half-month-long story, he played the lute and sang along with the soothing sound: "In Pinglin Town, in Breeze City, above the sea of ​​clouds, the flame elves are soaring. ——”

Annan was modified to be closer to another world based on the original work, while Bard was modified to be closer to life based on Annan.

What kind of stories are more likely to resonate?

The answer lies in things around you.

So in the bard's story, Sean's family became Flatwoods Town, Ultan City became Breeze City, and all of this happened hundreds of years ago. It didn't matter whether Pinglin Town existed at that time.

Like a drunk who doesn't care what the hell is in the bottom of his rye.

There were no lively shouts, and the mood of the guests fell into a melancholy calm as the sound of the piano passed away.

Until the bard's fingertips touched the strings, the gauze called joy swept through the hearts of everyone in the tavern, making them feel inspired again. Fast frowned slightly, but did not resist this positive emotion.

"You who brought us stories, what do you have to say?" the bard said with a smile.

As if a spotlight fell, everyone in the tavern focused their attention on Annan.

Annan, who was completely unprepared, was slightly stunned. He faced the gaze and said reluctantly: "I hope "The Law Breaks the Sky" can be published as a book."

"I support you!"

"I'll buy a copy!"

"Me too!"

"If there was a section about the caves in the Warcraft Mountains, I would also want a copy!"

The guests joined in the fun and shouted. As for whether you can understand it, and whether you have money to buy books...the former is not important, the atmosphere has been set in place. As for the latter, most people who often hang out in pubs are proletarians and the middle class. They couldn't afford much money, but spending dozens of copper coins on a book wasn't a problem.

It happened that a traveling merchant who was about to go to Breeze City was in the tavern. After listening to the bard's vivid story, and seeing the enthusiasm of the guests and Annan's speech, he happened to stand up and say that he would bring this story to Breeze City. bookstore.

Pinglin Town is too small. Even if one person for every hundred people buys books, there are only thirty or forty people.

Cheers and toasts flocked to the traveling merchant.

The traveling businessman negotiates business as quickly as he visits every town. Under the witness of everyone in the tavern, Annan and the traveling merchant signed a contract with legal effects in Allen Continent. The travel dealer will sell "The Law Breaks the Sky" and share 10% of Annan's profits, and Annan will receive an advance payment from the travel dealer - exactly one gold coin.

But Fast accepted the money for Annan.

Annan was a little confused, but said nothing.

The traveling merchant will stay here for another day, giving Annan time to revise "The Law Breaks the Sky" into a complete localization.

Just like the tranquility after the curtain falls, the late-night tavern becomes a soothing place with only the sound of the lute.

Annan moved closer to the bard.

"You already knew?"

Annan guessed that he was using a pep trick when he told the story.

"The tavern cannot be separated from me, so I can only let others run there." The bard did not deny it.

The familiar sound of boots came from behind, and Mr. Fast also came over: "Holding too much money will cause you trouble, so leave it with me first."

Annan almost guessed the reason and asked him: "Where should I go to test my qualifications?"

"Breeze City, but I suggest you ask Mr. Victor first."

With the coveted opportunity so close, Annan couldn't sleep, and even wanted to knock on Mr. Victor's door late at night - it was almost dawn when he fell asleep.

I came to the library in high spirits, unlocked the door, and cleaned up happily. When Mr. Victor arrived, Annan was about to say something.

"Lock the door and follow me," Victor said.

Annan locked the library door in confusion and followed Victor to the basement.

The old man took out a wooden box from his arms and placed it on the table. He opened it and saw an irregular dim crystal lying quietly at the bottom of the wooden box.

"A magic stone with perception spell can be used 50 times." Mr. Victor's tone was still old-fashioned and stiff, "It has been used 49 times."

Annan inexplicably thought that perception was a three-ring magic that could be cast by elite mages. A piece of non-attribute magic stone was worth 3 gold. Each time the Perception Magic Stone is tested, one gold coin can be used 50 times, which is equivalent to 50 gold. Throwing away the cost, a piece of perception magic stone nets 47 gold...

Then Annan shook the thought of the smell of copper out of his mind.

Mages make money quickly and spend money faster.

Annan asked unexpectedly: "Did you prepare this for me?"

"This is what I prepare for the rats in the gutter."

Annan took a deep breath and put his hand on the magic stone.

A slightly cool touch spread into the palm of my hand, and I felt the weak and dim fluorescence of the magic stone.

This means that Annan's magic affinity is level 0.

As if by a cruel joke of fate, the two people in the library could only be mage apprentices.