A strange world

The books given by Mr. Victor were placed one by one on the empty bookshelf.

The cool breeze blows the white curtains, bringing the wind from the snowy mountains, winding rivers, passing through the sea of ​​trees, and passing through the attic to Breeze City.

Two pieces of bad news right now... Well, Annan admits that talking to himself is boring.

But when you are alone, you always have to find some interesting things to do to soothe your mind. Annan continued to think.

The first bad news is that they have run out of meditation materials, and the second bad news is that the owner of the publishing house has not returned yet.

The last magic material was used up on the carriage yesterday, and then Annan tried to imitate the ancient wizard's meditation, but the effect was weak.

Annan didn't even try to release low-level summoning spells. Although it is theoretically unlikely that Wood will be summoned again, if it is indeed summoned, Wood will not be able to run back to Flatwoods Town - and as an evil magical creature, it will be more dangerous in Breeze City than in Flatwoods Town.

The most important thing is that when he comes to Breeze City Annan, he will not receive the 30 copper coins per week.

The last book was put into the bookcase. Annan pushed the empty box under the bed and randomly selected a copy of "Stephen's Alchemy Techniques".

It's just that this obscure alchemy tightly closes the door to understanding, and the stretching roof outside the attic window tugged at Annan's heartstrings.

Open the book, and Stephen refines gold. Close the book, and gold refines Steve. Open the book again, and Steve will make the chemical, and close the book again, and Slime will make the chemical.

Annan is a person whose mind is much more mature than his appearance. He doesn't really want to go out to play, but... he always has to go outside when he comes to a new place.

Maybe you can find new business opportunities.

Annan tiptoed to close the window to prevent the pigeons on the eaves from getting into the attic, or a strong gust of wind blowing over the glass bottles from the second floor to the next door pub.

Andrew Luna happened to be in the hall. He placed Annan in a quiet corner and asked the waiter to call Martin over and prepare food.

Strange noises can always be heard coming from nowhere in the corner of the tavern. Sometimes it's the creaking sounds coming from the cracks in the floorboards upstairs, sometimes it's the broken words of other wine tables.

There was a guest at the adjacent wine table who was a little drunk, and "whispered" to his companions with his big tongue: "I have a secret..."

At this moment, there were not nine but ten ears that perked up in the Morrowind Tavern.

The drunken man who knew nothing about his surroundings continued: "My uncle is an investigator... He disappeared for half a year when he went out to investigate the ruins. When he came back, he became mysterious and brought back a bottle of Wine and ancient books.”

"Where did he get it?" his companion asked cooperatively.

"Cheers... Gudong... Burp - the ruins, in that ruins." The drunkard's eyes gradually turned red, and the drunken man's unique smell of lees began to emit, "He said it was a bottle of cursed wine, and the book ...No one was allowed to touch it. My aunt once saw that there was too much dust on a wine bottle and wanted to clean it, but he almost strangled her to death..."

"Then what?"

His companion was a little uneasy.

"Then the accident happened... At that family dinner, my uncle asked the servant to go to the room to get red wine, but somehow the servant brought the cursed wine, and my uncle drank it. Not long after ... He died tragically on the street."

"Really?" The companion was frightened, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip to embolden himself.

"real.

The drunken man stared straight at his companion with his red eyes.

"As soon as my uncle, who had drunk all his wine, walked out of the door, he was hit and killed by a knight on horseback..."

“This type of drunken tale is common.”

Andrew Luna sat down with the dinner plate at this time, blocking Annan's view, "You don't have to delve into it, you never know what is true and what is false about the news in the pub."

"Is what he said true?"

"Half true and half false." He pushed the dinner plate in front of Annan, and behind him, Martin sat next to him holding the dinner plate. "For example, the investigator is real, but the cursed wine is fake. Or the wine is real, but The knight is fake.”

Annan nodded and looked at Martin: "Are you still used to it here?"

"Don't worry about me, brother." Martin patted his chest, "It won't be long before I become the boss here."

Annan couldn't say anything, silently lowered his head, cut the steak and put it into his mouth.

The lean meat of the steak brings a good taste, and the distributed fat makes the meat rich in oil.

"Nice joke." Andrew Luna smiled and patted Martin on the shoulder, asking Annan what he planned to do next.

"I want to go shopping with Martin." Annan cut the steak and said before Martin said, "It's not a joke." Then he remembered something: "Is there a place near Breeze City where I can collect magic materials?"

"what you up to?"

Annan truthfully told him that he had no more meditation materials. Andrew Luna shook his head and advised Annan not to take risks: "There is always a reason why magic materials are expensive."

Annan said he remembered and continued to chew his breakfast.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door, and a down-and-out traveler was stopped by a waiter.

Andrew Luna raised his head slightly, sniffed, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't smell like a mouse, let him in."

"What does the smell of mice mean?" Annan asked him.

"Pickpockets, thieves, or gang members. Those shady rat-like guys, and rats themselves."

"Ratman?"

"Shh..."

Andrew Luna motioned to Annan not to name that race: "You never know if there might be an eavesdropping rat behind a crack in the wall."

"So dangerous?"

"It's fine for the rest of us, but those female ratmen like young warlocks like you best."

Annan remained unmoved.

Bards have told this kind of dirty talk many times.

After Martin finished eating, Annan and Martin set off and walked along the street toward the bustling city center.

Grand Theater Benítez.

The high wall of this majestic building, one of Breeze City's landmark buildings, was hung with a promotional banner for [the sensational performance of the famous Swan Dance Troupe of the Principality of Ayre], and the queue stretched from the door to the street.

"Cousin, I also want to see the show."

"Nothing to see..."

The cash-strapped Annan pulled Martin and quickly left this dangerous area. But when he passed the queue, he heard someone complaining: "I'm so hungry... If I have something to eat now, I would rather pay several times the price..."

Annan stopped.

"Martin, do you want to take a closer look?"

"OK!"

Martin's shouts of joy caught the attention of the crowd around him.

…

Martin foolishly held the dining cart and followed Annan.

"Bread, ham, milk, and hard-boiled eggs!"

After Annan sold another piece of bread, Martin couldn't help but ask: "Cousin, didn't you say you wanted to take me to see it?"

"Not close enough? We can almost hear the performance in the theater."

Because of her busy schedule, Annan's cheeks glowed with a healthy rosy color - and a virtuous cycle made the women in the team more willing to patronize the business.

After a busy morning and half an afternoon, the final income was 30 silver coins.

All that's left is the blue dragon's debt and the magical materials for the meditation ritual... forget it.