A strange world

Annan's life returned to a peaceful routine.

Tasia's condition was stagnant before it was irreversible, and the income of five to six silver coins per week also allowed Annan to absorb knowledge with peace of mind, no longer worrying about money, and no longer having to sacrifice appearance——

"It's useless for you to say that. Don't even think about taking off these clothes."

Fast refused Annan's request to take off his drama costume without thinking.

Although the women's enthusiasm and cheers made Fast feel noisy, Annan's daily restraint and embarrassment allowed him to continue to persevere - never underestimate the tenacity of a soldier.

And never underestimate a cheapskate.

Annan couldn't object, after all, he still owed Soruman Bronzebeard 50 silver coins. It's just that when a woman about the same size as Aunt Susan took the wine glass and touched her arm, she felt a little regretful.

For example, we should continue to exploit the bad foreman, and we should owe Soruman Bronzebeard 70 silver coins instead of paying her back 20 silver coins first.

The status of a mage apprentice can be exchanged for many conveniences and status. Although Annan had to worry about the inflated money at that time, at least he no longer had to sell his appearance for dozens of silver coins.

In the underground wine cellar, Soruman Bronzebeard used her forging hammer to knock off Tasia's shackles. The dwarves couldn't do delicate work other than forging and brewing, so Annan helped Tasia clean and bandage.

Fast threw in the medical kit, which contained some bandages and medicines to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.

Cleaning the rotten wound, the tauren's endurance prevented Tasia from making any sound, and her recovery power allowed her to recover in a few days.

"Tasia has tauren blood, so can she become a warlock?"

Annan's rough understanding of warlocks is: Blood Warlocks are a race that possesses the power of another race's blood. But he asked the wrong person, and no one present could answer.

They then discussed Tasia's whereabouts, and Soruman Bronzebeard suggested that she stay in the tavern as he needed help in his cellar.

Tasia hadn't thought about it yet, so Annan agreed for her temporarily. Tasia needed time to rest and time to get used to taking charge of her own life.

Dong dong dong——

At this time, the door of the wine cellar opened, and Martin's voice came from above:

"Cousin! I'm too busy!"

"I'll come right over!"

In response, Annan gave Tasia a few words to return to the top.

The hustle and bustle rushed towards them, and Annan's return caused the women to scream.

The bard was a little excited tonight, and even grabbed the lute and played and sang "The Law Breaks the Sky":

"Shaun crossed Wutan City and came to the Warcraft Mountains. Crossed the Warcraft Mountains and came to Roland College——"

The melody is simple and cheerful, setting off the excitement flowing in the tavern.

Annan didn't know what the bard was happy about, but Mr. Fast came up to answer the question:

"He made the cut."

What Annan saw from the book was that bards as auxiliary professions could not learn combat skills and spells like combat professions. Like priests, they believed in their own gods. They grew up by singing stories and could perform magic and magic. Techniques usually focus on encouraging and adding strength.

"He can use magic now?"

"Just a trick."

So Annan then pestered the bard to ask him to cast a spell, but he refused on the grounds that "I haven't learned how to cast spells yet."

Late at night, the pub is closed.

Annan did not leave immediately, but first came to the wine cellar to visit Tasia.

It had only been a few hours, so of course nothing could be seen. Tasia is helping Soruman Bronzebeard carry the barrels of wine.

"You have the blood of a tauren, so you must be as tough as a tauren."

Soruman Bronzebeard followed Tasia who was carrying the wine barrel like an instructor, and greeted Annan for the first time.

This has never been the case before.

When the female dwarf wanted to say something, Fast came down from the steps: "Aren't you going back?"

"I came to see Tasia."

Annan checked her wound and found that it did not worsen, then said goodbye to them and went home with Martin.

"Why don't you tell him?" Soruman Bronzebeard Fast interrupted himself in confusion, "I'm sure he is not one of those pedantic nobles."

"What's the use of telling him? Let a boy of unknown origin join an organization that disappears?"

Fast stood at the edge of the halo of the oil lamp and couldn't see his face clearly. "I know you saw a good child, but it's all over... Our faith has long since ceased to exist."

Soruman Bronzebeard muttered reluctantly: "Maybe he guessed it."

…

Early the next morning, Martin's 10-copper-coin bonus and Annan's 10-copper-coin salary were exchanged for a sumptuous breakfast. Annan came to the library holding freshly baked soft bread.

Not long after, the old man with never wrinkled clothes appeared on the street on time with a cane.

"solved?"

"solved."

Annan took the key and opened the door, and found Mr. Victor staring at the fragrant bag containing bread.

"Mr. Victor, do you want some?"

What answered him was the figure of Victor walking by.

Annan put the bread on the table nonchalantly, opened the window first to ventilate and clean up.

Very few people came to the library during this time in the morning. Annan took advantage of the break to finish breakfast. After washing, he dried it with a handkerchief. After confirming that there was no trace of grease, he picked up "The Wizard Turns Left and the Warlock Turns Right" and turned to the page with the bookmark between it. .

Thump thump thump——

Annan raised his head and saw Mr. Victor tapping the bookshelf with his cane.

"Are you clean?"

"Wash it clean." Annan raised his palm and said.

Then Victor pointed with his stick at the scattered dust in the sun.

"You didn't clean up the dust."

"Well……"

The stubborn old man was even more unreasonable than usual today. Annan said tentatively: "I'll ask Aunt Susan to make more bread tomorrow...?"

Mr. Victor didn't come to him for "trouble" again.

Annan, who comforted the old man, continued to have no burden for a day.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

Little Winchet is here too today.

"Yes." Annan was eager to share his joy with others: "I helped a person in need."

That gentle and warm smile made little Winchet stunned, and he began to examine whether he had too much prejudice against Annan.

She is a highly motivated person - this can be seen from the fact that she failed to apply for the position of administrator but still comes to the library every day. So that afternoon, after the library closed, little Winchet took a carriage to the tavern.

The noise and smell of alcohol in the tavern made her feel a little uncomfortable, but what made her frown deeply was Annan, who was dressed in fancy clothes and greeted the women skillfully.

"Little Winchet?" Annan was a little surprised when he saw the girl at the door, "Why are you here?"

The girl stared deeply at Annan and reiterated the warning she gave in the tavern that day: "Aunt Margery was deceived by you, but I will not...I will never allow Aunt Margery to bring you into the Winchet family."

squeak--

The lute ended abruptly with a shrill noise.

Dang clang——

The empty wine glass, which even the elite warrior couldn't hold, fell to the floor.