Annan, who appeared in this world, was like a blank sheet of paper.

The first three days of downhill life were stained with muddy taupe, and then covered in many warm tones by Aunt Susan's family and the Dawn Tavern. But there is no doubt that the minstrels' stories are dyed with more color and more vibrant.

Perhaps in the foreseeable future, it is unknown that this white paper will become colorful black due to the overlapping colors. But at least for now, Annan still has beautiful illusions about the extraordinary power of this world.

A mage who wields a staff to unleash spells and summon elemental creatures. A warlock who unearths bloodlines and wields mystical powers. Wield a great sword and a giant shield and fight bloodily to become the strongest spear or the hardest shield warrior. Holding a longbow and dagger, he dances like an elven dancer among the enemy. It's also a good idea to hide in the shadows like an Assassin.

Druids who protect the forest, succubies of dreams, barbarians with muscular heads, undead with terrifying appearances and good hearts, and side classes who don't wield supernatural powers, but are the best companions in the minstrels' tales.

It's just that apart from the spells he saw that night, Annan hadn't seen any other transcendent powers.

The next day, Annan and Martin arrived at the market in the afternoon carrying firewood. He wandered the streets as usual, like a cat familiar with his territory, expanding his area day by day.

Annan can talk to everyone, and when he meets a vendor, he will always stop and say a few words of greeting, "How are you?" I'm fine" or "What is the price of this item?" "And never buy.

The locals at the bazaar are also getting acquainted with the dark-haired boy with a weird accent that they have never seen before.

Expanding his territory, Annan soon found himself in the depths of the bazaar, where cattle and sheep were sold...... Slaves are also included.

The blood-stained and rusty cage held a large silhouette huddled, two horns growing from the top of the head, one of which had broken.

Perhaps the observing Annan was closer, and the man in the booty leather armor on the edge of the cage reminded: "Hey, stay away, beware of hurting you." ”

"He's a minotaur?"

"Minotaurs? It's just a mongrel. The man's raised iron sword slammed into the cage with a screeching noise.

The half-minotaur raised his head, reflecting only tranquility in Annan's horizontal pupils: "You don't look like a local. ”

"Hmm...... Be. ”

Annan didn't make a fuss that "it actually could talk", and the story of the bard raised his acceptance threshold. It's just that this half-minotaur, which is similar to a human and very different, closed his eyes and ignored the outside world.

Annan stood aside, and it wasn't long before someone became interested in the half-minotaur slave.

"50 silver coins." A man in leather armor made an offer.

"It's too expensive, and it's not a minotaur."

"The real Minotaur you want to get 50 silver coins?"

"I'm only willing to give 30 silver coins."

"Then I might as well sell it to the Haunted Gold Mine."

The inquiry broke up unhappily, and some people asked for the price one after another, but no one bought it.

Annan could only listen, his entire net worth was only 2 silver coins.

"I can't help you......"

Annan looked at the life trapped in the cage and whispered, and turned to leave. The closed eyes opened at this moment, looking at his distant back.

Back on the outskirts of the bazaar, Martin had just sold the firewood, and Annan walked over to him and asked, "How much was sold?" ”

"20 copper coins."

This was the lowest price Aunt Susan asked to sell, and Martin always sold at that price.

So Martin has been selling very fast.

On the way back to buy five pounds of black bread, Annan volunteered to buy 5.5 pounds of black bread from a bakery near the Dawn Tavern for 15 copper coins—and he used his charm and words to get an extra half pound. Then he returned to Aunt Susan's house with a paper bag in his hand.

……

"Gold mines? Little Annan couldn't even pick up a pickaxe. ”

A faint sound of dispute came from the courtyard, and before Annan could hear it clearly, he saw an iron pickaxe leaning against the courtyard wall, picked it up and pushed open the courtyard door: "Aunt Susan, is this iron pickaxe ours?" ”

"I brought it back, help me put it on the stack." Aunt Susan quickly changed her face and said softly.

"Okay."

Then he continued to argue with Uncle Huolin: "Little Annan is so thin, how can he wield a pickaxe." ”

Dow—

Annan knocked the pickaxe on the wooden stack.

"Aunt Susan, what are you talking about?"

Uncle Hollin sneered and told Annan that an old friend of his, who had moved to Breezy City, had invited him to work as a miner in a gold mine outside the town of Pinglin and that he was being paid well, so he wanted to take Martin and Annan with him.

"How much does it cost?"

"30 copper coins a day."

It sounds like only 10 copper coins more than chopping wood every day, but Martin and Annan get paid the same.

"Will Uncle Hollin and Martin go too?" Out of trust in Aunt Susan's family and a thirst for money, Annan promised, "I'll go too." ”

"Little Annan, miners are not for you, now you should take a break and think about the future." Aunt Susan persuaded. This rude-looking woman unexpectedly has a delicate heart.

Annan thinks that his future is to become a magician, and to become a magician is to test qualifications, and to test qualifications requires having a kinnar, and having a kinnar requires making money......

As for opening up to Aunt Susan...... Annan knew that Aunt Susan's family didn't have much money.

Well, 30 copper coins a day is not much. Annan convinced himself that he could sell the pajamas. It is more in the interest of this modern garment to arouse the interest of those nobles or magicians than to stay with them in the dust or collect.

The premise is that he can communicate normally and will not be fooled by a few unintelligible flickers.

Aunt Susan convinced Annan that Uncle Holling survived.

Early the next morning, Uncle Hollin and Martin finished their food from the previous night and set off with their iron pickaxes to the haunted gold mine outside town.

They set out happily and returned in the evening dejected.

"What's going on...... Martin! Aunt Susan's angry cry silenced the barking dogs in the distance.

"Uncle Hollin accidentally got hit in the foot by an ore." Martin said, holding Uncle Holling.

Although the injury was not serious and could be recovered in a few days, there was one less person for this job.

"I'll go for Uncle Hollin." Annan, who couldn't sleep last night, hurriedly said, and explained to Aunt Susan, who was in a hurry: "I have thought about Aunt Susan, I need money now......"

Aunt Susan, who doted on Annan, couldn't refuse, but Uncle Hollin and Martin were out of luck. At supper, they were under the pressure of Aunt Susan, and only Annan ate quietly with black bread and broth, as if it had nothing to do with him.

At night, Annan and Martin lay on separate beds.

Annan inquired about the situation in the Martin Gold Mine, and it had been a long time since Aunt Susan and Uncle Holling had quarreled next door.

Plop –

There was a dull sound of heavy objects falling in the courtyard, followed by silence.

"What's that sound?"

Annan thought there was a thief, and Martin scratched his ass as usual: "Aunt Susan is losing clothes." ”

"Why are the clothes so loud?"

"Uncle Hollin is also in the clothes."