A strange world

Annan, who became a warlock, looks like a young man who has just packed his luggage and is ready to go out for adventure. The wonderful and dangerous real world outside the door is waiting for him.

But before traveling far, Annan still had many things to prepare.

For example, meditation combined with magic power enhancement.

Magic is like gold, it doesn't fall into your pocket.

There is no summoning meditation method in Mr. Victor’s underground vault. Lindy said that it can be found at Winchet Manor in Breeze City.

"Is there a magic academy in Breeze City?"

When Annan asked, Victor suddenly said: "You'd better go to Breeze City with Lindy yourself."

"Why?"

"There is a proverb in the mage circle, which is 'Legends will not emerge from the mage tower on their own'"

Just a proverb and not a truth. But for Annan, this sentence is the truth - Annan's common sense is appallingly low.

Victor remembered that a few days ago, after Annan read a certain book, when he said goodbye that evening, he put his right hand on his forehead in a hollow hand.

Don't ask Victor how he knows, but this ancient etiquette was eliminated when there was no Saint Laurent calendar!

Victor must fill his head with knowledge before Annan takes this thing out as a novelty and embarrasses him. Even if he is a warlock.

Annan could hear Mr. Victor being sarcastic about him, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong. It was Lindy who told him: the magic academy is only in the royal capital. In a remote and remote border place like Breeze City, you can't even find a second mage tower.

There's nothing we can do about it... Annan, whose knowledge comes entirely from books and stories, is seriously lacking in macro-cognition. If the world is compared to a puzzle, then every book and every story is just an insignificant piece of the puzzle.

Lindy said that the carriage to Breeze City can be prepared and can set off tomorrow morning.

Annan said he would go back and ask, but actually he wanted to ask Fast.

"Breeze? You should go there. The Wine Lady would be happy to see you, too."

Seeing the boy in front of him who was a waiter not long ago become a warlock in an instant, Fast said with emotion: "You don't need to call me sir anymore."

He joked: "The status of a spell caster is much higher than that of us stinky warriors."

"Okay Fast."

"You guy..."

There was still some time before the pub opened, so Annan ran to the wine cellar to visit Tasia.

"I've finished reading." Tasia returned Annan's book to him.

"Then let's go to the library early tomorrow. I'm going to Breeze City in the morning."

"Breeze City..." The quiet Tasia showed a hint of curiosity, "What's it like there?"

"I don't know yet. I'll tell you when I get back."

Back above, the bard greeted Annan: "Fast said you are going to Breeze City? I suggest you bring some people with you."

"Why?"

"A spellcaster who can't cast spells and has no professional protection..." The bard was more happy than worried, "If the female rat people find out, you will be robbed and turned into a fertility machine."

Annan remembered the origin of this joke - the bard told a story about a "slum warlock boy who was kidnapped by a female rat man and turned into a breeding machine". At that time, he and his guests, who did not understand much common language, listened very seriously... …

Annan wanted to say, isn't this better? But the so-called "breeding" may not be what you imagine.

"Didn't you say that there are no ratmen in Planng's Gift County?"

Prang's Gift County is in the north, and the rat people who like warmth and humidity prefer to stay in the south.

"Well……"

The bard suddenly couldn't answer, and it was Fast who came to his rescue: "Ratmen are a highly adaptable race. They are always improving themselves, splitting into countless groups... When I was in the southern swamp, I destroyed such things as kobolds Such a weak rat lair has also encountered rat warriors who destroyed a team of elite professionals."

"That's right!" The bard picked up the topic, "They are very good at disguising themselves as elves. They have strong and flexible bodies and are good at using bows and rapiers. Breeze City happens to be surrounded by vast remote forest lands."

If it weren't for their formidable desire to reproduce and their loyalty to the tribe, they would actually be good substitutes for elves for nobles with special hobbies...

"I am a gifted warlock, not a bloodline warlock..."

"If they were picky, they wouldn't be Skaven. From scholars to warriors to mages, they're all in their target range."

As for the bloodline warlocks who would continue the power of bloodline, they were even hotter targets.

"And it's almost the rainy season." Fast looked at the north from the perspective of a soldier, as if he could see the vast mountains in the background.

As the weather warms and the snow melts, the magical tide from the north may hit the snow mountain fortress at any time.

"Then who should I take with me?"

Annan decided to listen to their advice, but could not find a suitable candidate.

Take Martin with you?

"Tasia and I are with you." Soruman Bronzebeard, who was carrying the wine barrel, put down the wine barrel with a "bang" in Fast's expression of pain, "The little girl from the Winchet family will also go. Right? That’s enough.”

Tasia is not a professional and does not know combat skills, but her tauren bloodline allows her to compete with ordinary combat professionals. Soruman Bronzebeard himself is also a warrior who is about to advance to the elite level.

"I also--"

"Go to work."

"oh."

Martin continued wiping the table.

"I can take Martin with me." Annan said hesitantly.

"Good cousin!"

"Go to work."

"oh."

After Mr. Fast objected, Annan stopped insisting and looked at Soruman Bronzebeard who was hesitant to speak.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"About our identity—"

"We will tell you the answer when you come back." Fast interrupted Soruman Bronzebeard again, and then handed a prepared note to Annan, "If you encounter trouble in Breeze City, Come to this address and someone will help you.”

Why do I always feel that something unexpected will happen during this trip to Breeze City...

Annan could vaguely guess that Soruman Bronzebeard might want to say "that organization".

It happens that the traveling merchant is also in Breeze City. He can ask about the publication progress of "The Law Breaks the Sky".

He stopped working tonight and ran to the manor where Lindy stayed temporarily - the mansion of Sir Sean, who he used to work as a groom.

"Please tell Lindy, I will go to Breeze City with her tomorrow morning."

The housekeeper still remembers him, is surprised because he knows Lindy, and promises to tell Lindy.

Annan returned to Aunt Susan's house and borrowed a cowhide suitcase full of patches from Uncle Hollin. While putting the clothes in, he said to the worried Aunt Susan: "Don't worry, Aunt Susan, I'll get the meditation method." Just come back.”

After promising Aunt Susan that she would be back soon, Annan closed the suitcase.

After a sumptuous dinner and a quiet night, Annan, Tasia, and Soruman Bronzebeard arrived at Ser Sean's mansion early the next morning.

"It feels so quiet. There are no people on the street."

Annan looked at the empty streets shrouded in morning mist and got into the carriage.

The carriage carrying various members drove slowly out of Pinglin Town along the bluestone road.