A strange world

breeze city

Just like the place called Pleasant Valley where snowstorms blow all day long, the biting cold wind from the snow-capped mountains blows the forest and wilderness below you day and night.

The gentle wind is just a beautiful vision for the residents of this northern city. One notable feature is that the number of rheumatism patients in Breeze City is several times that of other towns.

Andrew Luna picked up Annan and the others outside the city gate and came to the block where the Morrowind Tavern was located.

Annan saw a familiar figure, the same as in the haunted gold mine, with a cane and a limp.

"Do you know each other?"

"Well, it's in Pinglin Town."

Annan briefly told the story of chasing dreams in the old Zollon gold mine. To some extent, he is much luckier than himself...

“We call old Zoron ‘Druid’ because of the cane that is always moldy and green, and also because he can ‘divide’”

It's really just a coincidence. Who would have known that Annan's "boss" from the haunted gold mine actually lived on this street, and he was also the patrolman of this neighborhood.

"Prophecy?"

"Whenever the weather was going to change, old Zoron's lame leg would hurt." Andrew Luna told anecdotes about this street, "It never went wrong."

"What's a ranger?"

"It's almost like a street sweeper, checking the street for rats."

Andrew Luna greeted Old Zoron, who responded enthusiastically, but hesitated when he saw Annan next to him. He recognized Annan and also recognized Martin, but the mage's robe and his much better appearance made him unsure.

"Uncle Huolin asked me to say hello to you." Annan said politely.

Although Uncle Hollin didn't know that old Zoron was here.

"Annan is now a warlock, and he's going to be living in our neighborhood for a while," Andrew Luna said.

"It's really...you." Old Zoron's already bent back became a little more humble. Fortunately, he didn't bully the cousins...except for the sour pea time.

Martin suddenly asked: "Why didn't I know that Uncle Huolin said it?"

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Andrew Luna eased the atmosphere and separated from Old Zoron, leading them to their temporary settlement - the attic next to the Morrowind Tavern.

The basement here is a wine cellar - belonging to the female dwarf next to me. The first floor is a spinning mill, the second floor is a warehouse, and the attic is above the warehouse.

Soruman Bronzebeard is richer than expected, but it's a pity that she doesn't like Annan's type.

The factory was in operation at this time, and the female workers were spinning cotton threads around the bloated and heavy spinning machines, like spiders spinning silk.

Annan stepped on the rickety wooden stairs and looked at the group of female workers who were secretly looking over here, but their purpose was definitely not the same... The slow and heavy weaving spinning wheel made Annan's mind full of how to make money suddenly burst out. Come up with a term: spinning jenny.

The creaking noise of the spinning wheel became dull and faint as it reached the second floor. It sounds strange to use the second floor as a warehouse, but Annan saw that there was a through-pass corridor connecting the warehouse to the pub next door.

Finally, we climbed up to the attic. The sloping roof made the attic look empty and crowded, covered with thick dust.

Living in such a place is undoubtedly humiliating to the spell caster, but to Annan, who had just had a brilliant idea, even the dust that was disturbed was as fragrant as pollen.

Everything was so flawless.

The attic on the third floor has trouble getting in and out - most of the surrounding areas are residential and two-story houses, so the attic overlooks a large area of ​​low roofs;

There are bay windows at only two ends of the attic - one side faces the snow-capped mountains, and the other side faces the Master Tower, enjoying the beautiful scenery;

Next door is a noisy tavern - Fast's friend Andrew Luna is right next door, with professional guards, so there is no need to worry about safety.

Andrew Luna was still a little worried that this temporary residence would dissatisfy the little warlock, but found that he even looked happy...

With such a positive attitude, it’s no wonder that Fast, who has lost his fighting spirit, wants to help.

Annan arranged accommodation, followed by Martin.

Soruman Bronzebeard suggested that Martin go to the Morrowind Tavern to work. Andrew Luna agreed after thinking about it: "Have you worked as a waiter in Fast's Tavern? Then come here and take care of food and housing. Absolutely nothing." People dare to bully you."

"How much is the salary?" This is Martin's biggest concern.

Annan was also speaking for his "cousin": "Martin gave up the opportunity to become Mr. Fast's apprentice in order to protect me."

Andrew Luna smiled: "Well... how about a weekly salary of 1 silver coin first? The tips are yours, and if you perform well, you can get a salary increase."

With a salary increase, food and accommodation included, and tips, Martin had no reason to refuse.

"This place needs to be cleaned up, Bronzebeard. You need to take them to buy some things first."

"There is still some luggage on the carriage," Annan said.

"Leave this to me."

The female dwarf waved to Annan and Martin: "Come on, boys, come with me to see the world."

Annan had seen the street scenes of Breeze City last time, but Martin, who had lived in Pinglin Town for more than ten years, was exposed to these things for the first time. The passers-by subconsciously looked like "he's just another country boy", and when they saw Annan wearing a mage's robe next to him, they quickly looked away.

Mages are usually not obviously identifiable, but warlocks are impressive in both appearance and temperament.

"What do you want to buy?"

Soruman Bronzebeard was like a local. She locked herself in the cellar in Pinglin Town, because whenever she went out, there would always be townspeople staring at her either curiously or ignorantly.

The people of Breeze City have long been accustomed to foreign races - they will also hide their discrimination.

"Magic Scroll."

"You know I can't pay for it."

"Then I have nothing to buy." Annan looked at Martin, "What do you want?"

"I am so hungry."

So the female dwarf led them to the restaurant.

Annan casually ordered mashed potatoes and vegetables, and it was Martin's turn.

"I'll have two mashed potatoes, a large pumpkin pie, a steak sauce, a tomato soup, two toasts, and one with cheese."

Annan, the customers in line, and Soruman Bronzebeard, who was about to pay, couldn't help but look sideways.

"...a creamy chestnut cake, a glass of blueberry juice, and a hash brown."

"Have you finished eating?" Annan couldn't help but ask.

"I puked too much on the carriage."

Dozens of minutes later, Annan, the female dwarf and Martin returned to the Morrowind Tavern holding a bloated belly.

After settling Martin, Annan took Spider back to his old place.

But it didn't seem to know this place at all, and it didn't want to climb out of the glass jar woven with a layer of spider web.

Arriving at the warehouse from the second floor of the tavern, Annan asked Andrew Luna: "Do the spinning mills here all use the machines below?"

"It seems so."

"These are very old." Soruman Bronzebeard knew his neighbors better, saying that the latest spinning machines were almost twice as fast as these.

However, there is still a gap several times between the Spinning Jenny.