A strange world

The petite spider lying in the narrow-angle spider web dragged its silk thread and slid down on the bedside table bit by bit.

It held a wrapped insect corpse in its two forelimbs, struggled against the night wind outside the window, climbed off the bedside table, and landed on the pillow.

"This human always feeds me food. He must have given me all his food, right?" The spider hesitantly dragged the insect corpse to the sleeping Annan's mouth, and happily said with arms and legs akimbo: "This is I prepared it for you..."

Annan, who was watching everything from a third-person perspective, saw that the touch made "himself" wake up. He was horrified to find spiders and insect corpses on the pillow, and screamed and slapped the pillow with his hands.

The panicked spider was overturned by the air current and huddled under the bed, shivering in fear.

Annan's search and tumbling on the bed caused dust to fall from the bottom of the bed. The carefully wrapped insect rolled with the airflow in front of the helpless spider. Its eyes were filled with tears of fear. It didn't know what it had done wrong... …

Early the next morning, "I" ran to the Morrowind Tavern and cried to Andrew Luna, Michael, and Soruman Bronzebeard: "There are spiders in my room."

"Don't worry Danan." Michael said, taking out a handful of bread crumbs from his pocket with his short round hand, "Spider bait!"

"This highly poisonous bait is fatally attractive to spiders. Putting it in front of the spider will solve the problem."

After getting the bait, "I" returned to the attic and found the little spider lying in the cobweb.

Seeing "himself" approaching, the petite spider backed away in fear and shrank into a corner. "I" stick the bait to the spider web, and then retreat far away.

"Such sweet food...is it for me?" The petite spider crawled to the sticky bait in surprise, "Then, I'll forgive you once, but don't be so vicious again..."

The spider's fear turned into a smile, and he held up the bait and brought it to his mouth.

"Thank you, human~"

"don't want!"

So Annan woke up again at dawn.

The spider lies quietly in the narrow angle of the web.

It can survive on its own, and prey will fall into its trap.

Annan thought so, sighed and sat up from the bed, closing the window to prevent dangerous predators from breaking in and eating it. Then he took out the spider bottle...

…

After washing, he put on the mage's robe and went to the tavern.

Andrew Luna, Michael, and Soruman Bronzebeard were all at the wine table, and even their positions were the same as in the dream...

"There are spiders in my room." Annan looked around suspiciously.

"What? Just shoot him to death with his shoe." Michael said.

"Our Mr. Warlock is actually afraid of spiders." The female dwarf laughed roughly.

"No, I just told you that I raised a spider." Annan ignored the topic, "Has the rat problem been eliminated?"

"That's why I'm here." Michael pointed to the silhouette outside the window, "The carriage is outside."

"Then let's set off."

But before going out, Annan reminded Martin not to go to his attic. When he was in town, Martin even tried to feed the little spider a piece of poultry meat.

The smooth carriage drove out of Breeze City, and the bustling street scene was quickly replaced by woods.

"Do you want to go back to Pinglin Town for a visit?" Michael asked.

Annan shook his head: "I just arrived in Breeze City... Let's go back with Martin when he wants to go home."

At least now, if you ask him if Aunt Susan misses him, Martin will most likely ask: Who is Aunt Susan?

"You seem to have a good relationship with them?"

"Of course, if it weren't for Aunt Susan and her family, I would have died on the streets."

"what happened?"

"...I lost my memory. I couldn't even speak the common language at that time."

"Amnesia..." Michael thought thoughtfully, "Then how do you know you are not Levi's?"

"I knew it."

"The 'Memory Thread Drawing Technique' can help you recover your past memories."

"Is the weather good today?"

Michael ignored Annan's change of subject: "It rained yesterday and the road was not easy to walk."

It is expected to take a whole day to get to the four-way fork. Annan dug out the magician's handbook and occasionally chatted with Michael, asking about the magician's tower and secret societies.

"It is forbidden to spread inside the Mage Tower, and I am not the one who formed the association."

Annan asked about basic common sense again: "Is the mage tower important to the mage?"

"Very important. You might as well think of a mage tower as a magic wand, or an extension of yourself. A mage tower can extremely increase the mage's control over magic power. A legendary mage with a mage tower can even fight against gods."

"What about the warlock?"

"What's the use of that thing? Warlocks don't need to learn knowledge."

"Mr. Victor said knowledge is equally useful to warlocks."

Michael felt that Annan had been deceived by Victor: "Knowledge is power for mages, but for warlocks, only your knowledge increases."

"The person who accepts the commission and then cleans up the monsters will get a reward, but the one who goes directly to clean up the monsters gets nothing?"

"almost."

Annan's attention returned to the Warlock's Codex. There were not many pages left. Turning to the last page, there was a scrawled note in a personal style:

[Whoever gets the code, if you are an ordinary person, please pass it to the warlock, and you will get a generous reward. If you are a warlock, the content in this handbook should be able to help you. If you're the goddamn bastard who killed me, I'll be waiting for you in hell! 】

Putting away the Warlock's Notes, which he would read several times in the future, Annan turned to the popular novels he had brought.

Most of the places and customs in these popular novels are suitable and can effectively help Annan understand the world.

Michael meditated in the evening, but when he woke up in the morning, he found that Annan had not slept.

"are not you going to rest?"

"I'm worried the killer is going to attack."

Michael said helplessly: "I'm not lying to you, no one dares to attack the carriage in the Mage Tower."

"Usually you will be suddenly attacked after saying this." When saying these words, Annan was even ready to summon the blue dragon.

As time passed, nothing happened.

Michael looked at him funny, and Annan no longer insisted, imitating Michael and meditating on the slightly swaying carriage.

…

In the afternoon, Annan was woken up by Michael.

They were not far from their destination.

When the carriage stopped at the goblin road sign, what greeted them was a dirty-faced goblin screaming and holding a spear.

"What do you damn mages want to do!"

"Hello...it's me."

Annan greeted it from the window, trying to assuage the goblin's hostility.

"It's you..." The goblin dropped his spear a little, then raised it again, shouting sharply: "You are in the same group as the human the day before yesterday!"

"I don't know what happened, but it must be a misunderstanding." Annan asked it patiently, "Can you tell me what happened?"

The smart goblin emerged from the thatched hut under the tree and said to Annan: "Two days ago, a female mage wanted to recruit us. My companion rejected her, and as a result, she insulted the goblins and released magic on my companions."

Annan looked at the angry dirty-faced goblin.

To make the cowardly goblin so angry, one can fully imagine how arrogant Flora was.