A strange world

Meditation can indeed replace sleep, and Annan didn't feel sleepy at all when he woke up.

The only cost is about 50 silver coins per night.

The girl in the Morrowind Tavern who relied on her "elven blood" only had 6 silver coins.

Breakfast was minced meat and soft bread, with a small plate of pickles. Aunt Susan's method of handling the meat was very unfamiliar, or in other words, every step of the process from when it was cut to when it was still alive was very unfamiliar - there was no way to get rid of the fishy smell of the meat. Fortunately, the baked slightly crispy bread and crispy pickles washed away the fishiness of the pork itself.

Annan gave up the idea of ​​buying a random gift to deceive Mr. Victor and went out with a pound of bread prepared for him. If you forget to bring a gift to the old man, he won't be really angry. If you lie to him, you are asking for trouble.

Opening the library door and placing the bread in Victor's sunny corner, Annan began to clean. From the corner of his eye, he watched Mr. Victor walk into the library at nine o'clock on time, shrink into the wooden chair, and after a while, from the invisible The aroma of bread wafts from behind the chair——

After cleaning the library and putting the dust into a dustpan, Annan wetted his handkerchief and wiped his palms clean, then returned to the desk and opened the Warlock's Codex.

The current progress is on the "Charm Chapter", well...after the Meditation Chapter, Annan's favorite part.

[The world has a misunderstanding about warlocks, thinking that we always spread our strong emotions and body fluids everywhere. From red dragons to dwarves, there is no creature we reject. There are ten times more erotic novels with warlocks as protagonists than wizards, warriors, and bards combined. ...This is naked prejudice, and we are not sentimental people. Just because of our damn charm. Regardless of whether they are bloodline warlocks or awakened warlocks, they have an irresistible attraction for other races... You should have heard that elves think humans are ugly, dwarves think humans are thin, and giants think humans are not as big as the penis of a young giant, but the charm of warlocks will remedy these problems. 】

[So, don’t feel inferior about this, this is one of the advantages that makes warlocks stand at the top of all professions——]

After reading this part, Annan fell into deep thought.

Tasia and Soruman Bronzebeard did not reveal their forbidden feelings for the time being. Putting aside the possible exaggeration of the manuscript, it may be because Annan is not yet a qualified warlock - the magic vortex created by meditation cannot cast spells stably.

Then for the next ten days, Annan's life was somewhere between stable: commuting all day between the library, the pub, and Aunt Susan's home.

It's just that there is still a long way to go before the low-level summoning spell is released. Annan, who occasionally wanted to save money, would also try meditating in the library or without using magic materials, but the effect was not good or ineffective.

Whenever he recalled the pulling power of yesterday, he would be dragged out of meditation by the insignificant sound of turning books, wind whistles, and sounds outside the street.

Lindy didn't come today, and there weren't many visitors to the library. At noon, there was a noise on the street. I don't know what happened.

In the afternoon, Mr. Victor's elongated shadow swayed slightly.

It's tea time for Victor. Normally at this time, the old man would use a cane and stroll to the restaurant next door to buy a cup of coffee. Since Annan came... In short, Annan came to the restaurant next door with the 20 copper coins given by Victor.

This clean restaurant with a style similar to Breeze City was opened in Pinglin Town. It was foreseeable that there were not many customers. But if you laugh at your boss for being stupid, your boss will only laugh at you for being clueless——

As the only "aristocratic" restaurant in the town, rich people will order food here, and common people are also proud to have a meal here, so there is no shortage of business.

The waiter was already very familiar with Annan. This black-haired boy was both special and a neighbor. He asked the chef to bring the prepared coffee, and then continued chatting with his companions: "The mayor didn't let them in, and they were kicked out by the guards. .”

"A bunch of monsters still want to enter the town?"

In a few words, Annan heard that a group of tauren came to Pinglin Town.

Are they here because of Tasia?

Annan picked up the coffee and returned to the library thoughtfully.

After wandering in the ocean of books all afternoon, the clock rang. Annan bounced up like a gnome spring stuffed under his butt, rushed to the door, waited for Mr. Victor, whose face was full of disgust, to go out, and locked the door.

On the way to the tavern, he gradually completed the situation from passers-by. For example, a group of tauren did come and they camped outside the town. Many townspeople were selling goods, and the prices were half or even twice as expensive as in the town.

When Annan arrived at the tavern, he saw Tasia, who had always been hiding in the cellar, crowded in front of the wine table, and Soruman Bronzebeard next to her was swinging his legs in the air.

"Tasia, you know?"

Tasia nodded, she was waiting for Annan.

"Are they here to find you?"

Tasia shook her head again. The tauren value their people, but she was born in human society and lost her parents.

"Their destination is the snow-capped mountains to resist the northern demonic tide... Damn arrogant humans! Ahem... I'm not talking about you."

Soruman Bronzebeard's anger was understandable, because the humans didn't even let the guys who kept them safe into the town, simply because they were tauren.

At this time, Annan saw a bundle placed next to Tasia.

"You want to return to the Clan?"

"I hope you can allow it..." Tasia half-knelt down in front of Annan, but looked directly at him.

"You don't need to listen to anyone's orders anymore..." Annan shook his head slightly, a little reluctant but still said: "It would be better if the tauren accepted you and your life there."

But in fact, it may be that humans will not accept Tasia, and the tauren will not accept her either. Because Tasia is half tauren, half human, and half tauren, half human.

She is an outlier in every ethnic group.

"And you have to know that these tauren are going to the snowy mountains..."

Annan didn't know much about the situation in the north of Breeze City. He only knew that the other side of the snow-capped mountains was a territory occupied by demons.

"Growth occurs in blood and fire." Tasia stood up.

Annan glanced at the "Bastards" borrowed by Tasia out of curiosity, and he happened to remember this passage written on the title page.

"Okay then, I'll go with you." Annan said, asking Soruman Bronzebeard to ask for leave for himself and Fast.

"Wait a minute."

After coming out, Annan stopped Tasia who wanted to go straight to the tauren camp. He bought two 100-pound bags of semolina with her at the market and went outside the town.

The tauren built a camp surrounded by wooden fences, with felt tents scattered among them. Some townspeople were pushing carts or baskets to sell goods outside the camp.

"I'll negotiate with them..."

Annan reminded Tasia, and she approached a tauren with thick horns.

The tauren spotted Tasia approaching. It clenched its fist and tapped its forehead under the horns.

Tasia put down the flour and did the same thing.

The tauren's attitude suddenly became happy and excited. Annan guessed that this was what every tauren who recognized his identity would do.

The good news is that the tauren did not reject Tasia.

But Annan may be losing a friend.