"Oh, beautiful morning, good morning, dear Aunt Susan."

Annan stood in the sunlight and bowed down to greet Aunt Susan, who was busy in the courtyard.

"Why did he talk like that?" Aunt Susan immediately questioned Martin, who was with Annan, "What did you teach him!" ”

"I didn't teach anything!"

Martin and Annan said: "None of us talk like that. ”

"Of course, my friend." Annan imitated the tone and words of the bard last night, "I just can't help but sigh: Aunt Susan, your beauty is like a rose with dew in the morning light." ”

"It's said that no one is like that-"

"Martin! We have to respect Annan's family traditions! Aunt Susan's glaring made Martin shudder, and he turned to Annan and regained his tenderness: "Dear Annan, do what you like. ”

"Thank you, delightful Aunt Susan."

Aunt Susan, who is in a good mood, goes into the kitchen and heats up the pumpkin pie they brought back last night.

Annan didn't eat much pumpkin pie, so he broke the black bread and put it in the rice soup and asked, "Is the unearned pumpkin pie delicious?" ”

"Delicious! Very tasty! Martin said loudly as he shoved it into his mouth.

After breakfast, Annan and Martin, who were gradually accustomed to manual work, continued to chop wood and send it to the market to sell.

Annan wanted to help Martin carry some of it, but Martin refused by saying that it was easy for him and bragging about his previous experience as a miner.

"I'm ...... When a miner is used...... Loaded with ...... 100 pounds ......"

Not surprisingly, the words were mixed with many nouns that Annan had never heard of.

At the bustling bazaar, Martin sells firewood, while Annan wanders around, talking to vendors and practicing his spoken English.

"How much does a shirt cost?"

However, he never asked if he wanted to buy it, and occasionally pointed to the text and asked what it meant, which attracted some strange glances.

Annan doesn't care what these locals, who will hardly have any intersection in the future, think of him. After a while, he returned to Martin, who had already sold out of firewood and was waiting for Annan to return.

On the way back, they passed a library—a strange place in a remote town that had a library. Martin said it was an old man who insisted on doing so, and there were almost no visitors.

Building a library is a great vision, but doing so in a town with a literacy rate of less than 1% will only make the townspeople think, "I have a library in my town!" And let the passing caravan sigh, "There is a library in such a poor place?" ”。

Listening to Martin's chatter beside him, Annan suddenly saw a familiar figure walk into the bookstore.

their boss

Fast is rude and muscular, and the rapier at his waist never leaves his body, unlike a person who likes to read.

Martin didn't see his boss, still staring at the young woman picking out clothes in the diagonal clothing store window.

Back at Aunt Susan's house, Annan's life didn't change much for the next few days, except for the growing lingua franca she learned from the bard.

Beginning with the gentle sound of the bard, Annan began the seventh day's work.

There weren't many guests today, and the relative silence made the bard's voice clear, with only Martin's muttering of "no food to take home today".

Fast leaned against the wooden post by the counter, like both a boss and a guard. Annan and Martin and Evelyn huddled behind the counter, only occasionally getting busy with guests coming in or walking by.

"Annan."

Mr. Fast pushed a glass of juice to him and pointed to the lady who had sat in the last seat: "Send it over." ”

Annan, who was ready to become a joke again, reluctantly picked up his wine glass and came to the wine table, defending himself with flowery rhetoric: "Beautiful young lady, I wish you a good night." ”

"Do you think I'm still a young lady?" Molestation comes without an accident.

But Annan is really hard working these days.

"Your beauty and fairness are like ......," Annan sorted out the words the bard had heard: "buds that have not yet bloomed." ”

The lady chuckled flirtatiously, her full chest rippling, and Annan stared firmly into her long, narrow eyes.

And as a compliment to Annan and a reward for not being fooled, the noblewoman took out a coin, which fell into Annan's hands at the same time.

A silver coin worth a week's salary glittered in the light of an oil lamp.

There weren't many rich people in the town.

Drunks don't waste their money on anything other than beer. So Annan soon realized that the "tip" promised by Mr. Fast was just a trap. Martin, who had been working here for almost half a year, received tips that were not enough for a glass of rye wine.

"Your generosity is as noble as a lily."

There were no secrets in the tavern, and Annan returned to the counter amid a strange whistle.

Knock Knock –

Mr. Fast knocked on the counter and looked around the tavern, the presumptuous guests honestly shutting their mouths. Then he reminded Annan who came back in a low tone: "Listen boy, I am your boss, and Ms. Wine is your big boss." ”

"Am I doing something wrong?" Annan thought his praise had overstepped the rules.

"I mean......" Mr. Fast smiled meaningfully, "if you really have what it takes, why don't you try to be the big boss's wife?" ”

Soon after, late night arrived, and the soothing sound of the piano filled the tavern.

"Evelyn, please give me a glass of rye."

The lady of wine had long since left, and Annan, as usual, consulted the bard with a glass of the cheapest beer.

But today Annan was not satisfied with this, he asked questions about magic.

"You want to be a magician?"

"Of course."

The bard looked at Annan, and if Martin had asked him so, he would have told him to get out.

"If you want to be a magician, you must first test your qualifications, and the price is a kinnar."

Generally speaking, a kinnar is stable at the ratio of one hundred silver coins to ten thousand copper coins.

Annam now has a silver coin and thirteen copper coins.

He is only 98.87% away from the test qualification.

……

At 12 midnight, the Dawn Tavern closes.

Mr. Fast returned to Evelyn, who was wiping the counter with a rag, and began to pay Annan and Martin their salaries for the week: 1 silver and 70 copper coins. Evelyn's is 1 silver and 50 copper.

"Why is Evelyn more than we combined?" Martin first meets Evelyn's salary.

"I'll give you 50 copper coins, can you give me 70 copper coins? Do you think those drunks want Evelyn to deliver wine? ”

Martin understood what Mr. Fast meant with unprecedented speed.

After the paycheck, Mr. Fast took off his rapier and threw it on the counter: "Clean it up, you won't use it tomorrow." ”

Martin and Evelyn are used to this.

"Boss, are you going to the city again?" Evelyn picked up the rapier and wiped it with the cloth she had just finished wiping the table.

"Well, I'll be back in seven days." Fast tossed the purse to the bard with a pleasant "bang" sound.

"Unfortunately, I can feel that my career is about to change soon." The bard grumbled.

Annan was unwilling to face it, and when he needed money the most, he was temporarily unemployed.