A strange world

Annan appears in this world like a blank sheet of paper.

The abject life of the first three days was stained with muddy taupe, and then it was covered with many warm colors by Aunt Susan's family and the Dawn Tavern. But there is no doubt that the Bard's story is dyed with more colors and is more vivid.

Perhaps in the foreseeable future, this white paper will turn into colorful black due to overlapping colors. But at least for now, Annan still has beautiful illusions about the extraordinary power of this world.

A mage who wields his staff to release spells and summon elemental creatures. A warlock who discovers bloodlines and uses various mysterious powers. Wield your sword and shield, fight bloody battles, and become the warrior with the strongest spear or hardest shield. Holding a long bow and a short dagger, he danced among the enemies like an elf dancer. It's also a good idea to hide in the shadows like an assassin.

The druids who protect the forest, the coveted succubi, the barbarians with heads full of muscles, the undead with terrifying appearances and kind hearts, and those who cannot master extraordinary powers, but are the best companions in the bard's story. Professional.

But apart from the spell he saw that night, Annan had never seen any other extraordinary power.

The next day, Annan and Martin came to the market in the afternoon carrying firewood. He wandered around the streets as usual, like a cat familiar with its territory, expanding its territory day by day.

Annan could chat with everyone. He would always stop to say "How are you? I'm fine" or "What's the price of this item?" when meeting a vendor. He would never buy anything.

The locals in the market gradually became familiar with this black-haired boy who had never seen him before with a strange accent.

Annan, who expanded his territory, soon came to the depths of the market that he had never been to before, where animals such as cattle and sheep were sold... including slaves.

The cage stained with blood and rust held a huddled, strong silhouette, with two horns growing out of the top of its head, one of which was broken.

Perhaps Annan, who was observing, was a little closer, so the man in dirty leather armor beside the cage reminded him: "Hey, stay away, I don't want to hurt you."

"Is he a minotaur?"

"Tauren? It's just a bastard." The iron sword raised by the man knocked on the cage, making a harsh noise.

The half-tauren raised his head, and there was only tranquility in Annan's eyes: "You don't look like a local."

"Yes."

Annan didn't make a fuss that "it could talk," and the bard's story raised his threshold for acceptance. It's just that this half-tauren, who is similar to humans but completely different, closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to the outside world.

Annan stood aside. It didn't take long for someone to become interested in the half-tauren slave.

"50 silver coins." The man in leather armor offered.

"It's too expensive, and it's not a tauren."

"Do you want to get 50 silver coins from the real tauren?"

"I'm only willing to pay 30 silver coins."

"Then I might as well sell it to the Haunted Gold Mine."

The inquiry ended unhappily, and some people asked about the price one after another, but no one bought it.

Annan could only listen. His entire net worth was only 2 silver coins.

"I can not help you……"

Annan looked at the life trapped in the cage and whispered, turned around and left. The closed eyes opened at this moment, looking at his retreating back.

Back at the outskirts of the market, Martin had just sold the firewood. Annan walked over and asked him: "How much did you sell?"

"20 copper coins."

This was the lowest price Aunt Susan asked for, and Martin always sold at this price.

So Martin has been selling quickly.

Needing to buy 5 pounds of black bread on the way back, Annan volunteered and bought 5.5 pounds of black bread from the bakery near the Dawn Tavern with 15 copper coins - he used charm and words to get an extra half pound. Then he returned to Aunt Susan's house with the paper bag in hand.

…

"Gold mine? Little Annan can't even pick up a pickaxe."

A faint argument came from the courtyard. Before Annan could hear it clearly, he saw an iron pickaxe leaning against the courtyard wall. He picked it up and pushed open the courtyard door: "Aunt Susan, is this iron pickaxe ours?"

"I brought it back, help me put it on the firewood pile." Aunt Susan quickly changed her face and said softly.

"good."

Then he continued to argue with Uncle Huolin: "How can little Annan swing a pickaxe if he is so thin?"

Duo——

Annan knocked the pickaxe on the stack of wood.

"Aunt Susan, what are you talking about?"

Uncle Huolin told Annan sarcastically that an old friend of his who had moved to Breeze City invited him to work as a miner in the gold mine outside Pinglin Town. The salary was generous, so he wanted to bring Martin and Annan with him.

"How much is the salary?"

"30 copper coins a day."

It sounds like it's only 10 copper coins more than chopping wood every day, but Martin and Annan can get the same pay.

"Will Uncle Hollin and Martin also go?" Annan agreed, "I will go too," due to his trust in Aunt Susan's family and his desire for money.

"Little Annan, miners are not suitable for you. Now you should take a break and think about the future." Aunt Susan advised. This rough-looking woman unexpectedly has a delicate heart.

Annan believes that his future is to become a magician. To become a magician, you need to test your qualifications. To test your qualifications, you need to own a gold nard. To own a gold nard, you need to make money...

As for asking Aunt Susan... Annan knew that Aunt Susan's family didn't have much money.

Well, 30 copper coins a day is not much. Annan convinced himself that he could sell the pajamas. Rather than keeping it around to collect dust or collect it, it is more in the interests of using this piece of modern craftsmanship clothing to arouse the interest of noble lords or magicians.

The premise is that he can communicate normally and will not be fooled by a few unintelligible words.

Aunt Susan convinced Annan and Uncle Hollin survived.

Early the next morning, Uncle Hollin and Martin ate up the leftover food from last night and set out with pickaxes to the haunted gold mine outside the town.

They set off happily and come back dejected in the evening.

"What's going on...Martin!" Aunt Susan's angry shout silenced the barking dogs in the distance.

"Uncle Huolin accidentally hit his foot by the ore." Martin said while supporting Uncle Huolin.

Although the injury was not serious and he could recover after a few days of rest, there was one less person to do this job.

"I'll go for Uncle Huolin." Annan, who couldn't sleep last night, said quickly, and explained to the anxious Aunt Susan: "I have thought about it, Aunt Susan, I need money now..."

Aunt Susan, who doted on Annan, could not refuse, but Uncle Holling and Martin were out of luck. During dinner, they felt uneasy under the pressure of Aunt Susan. Only Annan ate quietly with black bread and broth, as if it had nothing to do with him.

At night, Annan and Martin were lying on separate beds.

Annan asked about the situation in Martin's gold mine. It had been a long time since the quarrel between Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin was heard next door.

thump--

There was a dull sound of heavy objects falling in the yard, and then silence fell.

"What's that sound?"

Annan thought there was a thief, and Martin scratched his butt as usual: "Aunt Susan is throwing away clothes."

"Why are the clothes so noisy?"

"Uncle Huolin is also in the clothes."