A strange world

The wind blowing through the attic flipped the pages on the nightstand.

Annan, who was still arranging books, turned his head and glanced, got up and went to the bedside table, closing the notes he was flipping through.

The memo "Go to the South in my lifetime" disappeared in a flash.

The note beside him was turned to the last page, and Annan scanned the last content:

[...Beware of our natural enemies, psykers. Their system is completely different from ours. Like spellbreakers, they have the ability to be immune to spells. They are sharp and dangerous...]

Put down the codex and press the spider bottle on top.

After flipping through the strange parts of the codex, the following contents began to become obscure.

Annan reads very slowly, because many words and long sentences require time to think and the accumulation of knowledge.

Returning to the wooden box, Annan continued to put the books on the bookshelf. These books were donated to the library as promised by Horn's father at the banquet, and were forwarded to Annan by Victor.

Nearly a hundred books almost filled the wooden box. It took Annan two days to sort and put them on the bookshelves - and based on the price of one silver coin per book, this box of books was worth more than one gold coin.

Unfortunately, most of these books are popular literature, and even geography and history are few.

Finally, when the bookcase was almost full, Annan pushed the empty wooden box to the corner and moved it to the bay window next to the bed.

The dark clouds covering the snow-capped mountains formed an umbrella, and they were farther away from Breeze City than before. He felt that old Zoron's legs would soon hurt again.

There was little movement in the spinning mill downstairs. Annan still remembers the story of the spinning jenny, but how to improve it requires close contact with the spinning wheel.

When Annan was thinking about how to approach the spinning mill for observation, there was a loud knock on the attic trap door.

Reaching out to close the window and placing the spider bottle on the windowsill, Annan opened the trap door and saw Soruman Bronzebeard standing on the wooden ladder, with a man he hadn't seen for a long time behind him.

"You're going to let spellcasters live in a place like this?"

Michael, who had changed out of his gray robe and put on a light brown mage robe, frowned and looked at the attic.

"I think it's very good here." Annan really thinks so.

"Fast wrote to me and said that you were looking for something to do." After confirming that Annan really liked it here, Michael then said, "Are you interested in going to my place?"

"Mage Tower?"

"No. What you said that day aroused my fighting spirit. On the other hand, I am not as good as that guy in terms of learning talent, but I can become a battle mage." Michael did not see the dejection in the Dawn Tavern that night, "I formed a mercenary team. After you join, we can call the team 'Mage and Warlock Team'"

Annan felt a little moved: "But now I only know low-level summoning skills."

"Try this."

Michael threw a magic scroll to Annan.

"Hand of the Mage."

Annan knew this spell, a level 0 cantrip among general spells that allowed the caster to control objects and move several pounds of objects. And as a trick, it should be able to avoid the "Annan can only summon" problem.

It is indeed what Annan urgently needs.

"Thanks."

"I'll stay here for the next two days. If you think about it, tell me." Then Michael asked the female dwarf Andrew if he was next door, "I'm going to see him. Are you coming, Annan?"

"good."

Standing on the stairs and locking the trap door, Annan followed Soruman Bronzebeard and Michael directly into the tavern from the warehouse on the second floor.

The girl with "one-tenth elven blood" was leaning against the guardrail with tobacco between her fingers. When she saw Annan, her eyes lit up, but she didn't dare to strike up a conversation, so she could only wink at him.

Annan smiled shyly and came to the hall downstairs.

"...I walked into the room on a dragon skin carpet. There were dragon skin curtains on the windows and dragon skin sheets on the bed. I took off my dragon skin coat and asked her to help take off my leather shoes, which were still dragon skin. .”

Intermittent bragging came from the corner of the tavern where there were not many customers. Andrew Luna was leaning idly by the bar, saw them coming, and greeted them to sit down.

"What do you want to eat?"

"No need for anything." Michael sat opposite Andrew Luna and asked in a questioning tone: "Is it your idea to let Annan live here?"

"No, not entirely. Annan needs to be familiar with Breeze City." Facing the question, Andrew Luna smiled helplessly.

"Fast believes you, but I don't. I don't want to see you taking advantage of him." Michael warned, ending the brief meeting and walking out of the tavern.

Unable to interrupt, Annan followed silently.

Andrew Luna was not angry, but asked the female dwarf in confusion: "He and Annan have such a good relationship?"

"Michael almost gave up on his path as a mage. It was Annan who rekindled his fighting spirit."

"No wonder."

On the other side, Annan and Michael walked back to the spinning mill from the outside. .

Annan stared at the spinning wheels until he reached the second floor before asking Michael: "What can a mercenary do? Accept a commission?"

"almost."

Michael talked about something he had done recently. Sometimes it's looking for personal belongings, catching traitors, sometimes cleaning up nearby ghouls and lizardmen, or going into dungeons to hunt for treasures, joining a mercenary team that needs mages, and occasionally helping nobles find lost cats or parrots.

Spellcasters are the most popular among mercenary teams and usually earn the most money. A single commission can earn anywhere from dozens of silver coins to several gold coins.

After chatting until the afternoon, Michael left. Annan couldn't wait to tear open the scroll, and the invisible hand of the manipulator picked it up.

Thirty minutes later, the note held by the mage's hand fell from the air and was caught by Annan.

The experience lasted for dozens of minutes, and it was still a 0-level magic. It should not be difficult for the caster - but Annan could not derive any inspiration from it.

This is the Warlock.

The power you have is already determined.

Early the next morning, Annan went to the pub next door and asked Andrew Luna where Michael was.

"Would you like me to take you to Bauhinia Street near the Mage Tower?"

"No."

Annan did not call Martin, and walked alone towards the mage tower that could be seen in every corner of Breeze City.

But when Annan passed through an empty street, several gangsters stood in front of him and approached him.

"You want to attack the warlock?"

Annan frowned and stared at these gangsters with weapons, and was about to say something more when a figure suddenly rushed towards him from the alley.

The conditioned reflex of practicing swordsmanship with Martin several times made Annan raise his arm to block. As the blade passed by, his arm drooped. The blood gushes out, but there is not much pain, but a sense of coolness and passage.

Annan suppressed the panic that emerged and unleashed low-level summoning techniques on the gangsters who were charging ferociously.

A space crack opened in front of him, and a terrifying majestic aura overflowed from the other side of the crack, causing the gangsters to stop in fear.

Annan forgot one thing - his low-level summoning technique seemed to have the characteristic of "summoning anyone whose breath is contaminated".

After reacting, Annan held up his weak blood-stained arm and pointed at the frightened gangsters: "They heard about the gold mine somewhere and want to catch me and force me to find out the location of your treasure house!"

"You don't want the five gold coins that should belong to you to fall into other people's pockets..."

The blue dragon's lazy vertical pupils suddenly became sharp.