A strange world

The heavy debts he was carrying and the expenses he would face in the future made Annan almost breathless.

It wasn't until he walked out of the dull and turbid mine and bathed in the sunshine that Annan didn't look so listless.

"Puff, puff, puff—"

A sneaky and strange noise came from a shack. Wood's toes were pointed inward, leaning against the door in a weird posture.

"What are you doing?"

"Avoid light."

Wood said that a ghost asked him to come out and wait for him, but when he arrived at the camp, the clouds that blocked the sun dispersed, and he had to hide in the shack.

After confirming that the ghost was indeed helping him, Annan thought about the ore that fell in the mine... Why? Because of that lost ghostly portrait of Tasia?

"How do I get back?"

Annan no longer thought about this, and he and Wood dismantled the bed planks in the shack and used them as parasols to return the same way.

Back at the town tavern, Fast took down the wooden chair that was upside down on the wine table and sat down. Soruman Bronzebeard also came over.

"Did you find the treasure?"

"……No."

Annan couldn't tell them that there was a mountain of treasure deep in the haunted gold mine, but there were undead servants and a blue dragon guarding it.

"You can guess it."

Fast could tell from Annan's expression that he had gained nothing - but he never imagined that Annan would actually owe five gold coins.

Inflation has been severe recently. Annan had not yet earned many silver coins, so he had to worry about gold coins.

"How many more books can you write?" Soruman Bronzebeard believed in Annan's talent.

It's a good idea, but it will take at least a few months before the benefits are realized.

"How long will it take for the first batch of royalties for "The Law Breaks the Sky"?"

"It should be just recently..." Annan expected that the royalties would be a large amount, and it would be best to repay all debts.

"Are you going to visit Breeze City?" Mr. Fast suddenly asked.

Annan was a little moved, because the magic materials for the meditation ceremony were almost running out.

But this also means that he will leave the typhoon shelter. Although it's more exciting out there, it's also more dangerous.

"I need to think about it."

Annan then thought of what the bard said, that nobles and rich people would fund promising professionals: "Are you interested in funding me?"

Fast and Soruman Bronzebeard looked at each other: "The association has been disbanded a long time ago. It doesn't matter if you get close to us, but if you accept our funding, you may be labeled..."

"Didn't Soruman Bronzebeard lend me some gold coins?"

"Just borrow some."

"Can I borrow some more?"

"Okay, but a dozen gold coins won't be of much use to you."

An Nanxin said that it was of great use, at least he no longer had to worry about Blue Dragon's compensation.

"If you want to know how to make money, you'd better ask the bard." Fast could see that Annan was in need of money and suggested, "Maybe the bard will hear business opportunities in the wind."

Annan was not sure whether the bard could hear business opportunities in the wind, but Annan did have an idea: compared to the long wait for publication, submitting articles would make a profit faster.

"Are there newspapers in this world?"

"world?"

"What is a newspaper? A book?"

Fast and Soruman Bronzebeard asked at the same time.

"I mean 'here', my common language is always full of loopholes." Annan perfunctory Mr. Fast and replied to the female dwarf: "It's almost the same as a book..."

“I’ve never heard of the book ‘Newspaper’.”

There is no newspaper...

Even though Annan didn't have a keen sense of business, he was aware of the terrifying business opportunities here...but he resisted this impulse.

Maybe newspapers in other worlds are not called newspapers, or there are other ways to publish real-time information. Annan needed time to investigate. Moreover, newspapers not only represent interests, they are also the uncrowned kings with the right to speak.

Now is not the time to unleash this terrifying beast.

"How to contact the Warlock Protection Association?" Annan changed his mind.

"They pay little attention to remote places in the remote world."

Unfortunately, there is a remote place at the foot of Annan - not Pinglin Town, nor Breeze City, but the Kingdom of Ruikan'er.

"Okay... then as a warlock, how should you make money?" Annan had no choice but to ask bluntly. He was almost finished reading the Warlock's Codex, but he hadn't seen this part yet.

"Should it be similar to a warrior? Accept the commission and explore the wild..."

So sorcerers are somehow inferior to mages: their magic comes from themselves rather than from learning. If Annan was a mage, he could already recruit mage apprentices to work for him or draw magic scrolls.

It is obvious that there is no place in town to provide commissions, and there is only forest in the wild.

If Annan wants to be promoted and achieve greater achievements, it is inevitable to go to Breeze City.

"I'm going to Breeze City to take a look." Annan decided.

But in name, Annan was going to collect the royalties for "The Law Breaks the Sky" - so that he wouldn't look dejected when he came back with nothing.

Fast was not surprised. Pinglin Town was so small that occasional thefts were big news, and Annan was known to the whole town within a few days.

"You can have Bronzebeard come with you."

Someone needs help understanding Breeze City, and the female dwarf happens to be half a local.

Annan knew that it was impossible for Mr. Fast to go with him, but he couldn't help but ask: "What about you?"

"I still have business to do."

Fast came to the town to escape the strife. He just wanted a peaceful life.

"I'll cover you." Soruman Bronzebeard patted her strong chest.

After making the decision to see the world, Annan began to prepare for the next departure.

"Did you hear it?"

After Annan left the pub with Wood, Fast said: "He said 'the world'"

"What's the meaning?"

"It is possible that he is not from our continent, or even from this world."

"What does it have to do with us?" Soruman Bronzebeard spread his short hands, "We have never even left the Kingdom of Rekaner."

"……you are right."

Fast realized how pointless it was for them to talk about "visitors from another world".

On the other side, Annan takes Wood to the old house of Aunt Susan's family. Wood wouldn't follow him, the sun would kill it as easily as melting ice, even if it was rainy season.

And its strength doesn't help much.

Then go to the library and prepare for a long vacation.

"Are you leaving?"

"How do you know?"

"From the lightness of your steps when you came in."

"Come and get some books from me before you leave." Mr. Victor said angrily. "If a warlock reads a lot of books, he will become a smart warlock."

Finally, there was Aunt Susan. Annan thought it would take a while. But Aunt Susan, who was full of reluctance, supported him to go out and take Martin with him.

As for the blue dragon...

Although there are still three days until next month, the next month will be thirty-three days later.

Maybe he will come back after receiving the royalties, magic contract and magic materials.

After spending a whole day packing his luggage, Annan said goodbye to Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin early the next morning, but did not see Martin. Thinking that he didn't want to go to Breeze City, he had to go to the tavern alone and get in the carriage.

As a result, shortly after the carriage set off, Annan saw Martin get out of the suitcase.