What could be more restful than falling asleep to the sound of rain?

Thankfully, Martin didn't snore, and Annan had a peaceful rainy night as a result.

When I woke up in the morning, the rain had stopped, the sun was shining through the broken clouds, the damp bluestone slabs that had accumulated water reflected the pedestrians, and the cool air carried the fragrance of the rain.

The night rains, which heralded the arrival of summer, made it difficult for the damp trees to be cut down, but they sold quickly - albeit for 20 copper coins.

In the afternoon, Annan and Martin arrived at the Dawn Tavern a little earlier than usual.

Evelyn, who lives near the tavern, arrived earlier and was counting yesterday's accounts at the counter. Didn't see the dwarf Soruman Copperbeard. And for some reason, the bard, who always came with the guests at the opening, came earlier than they all and sat down with Mr. Fast.

“…… A glass of wine, six glasses of rye wine, a glass of juice, a kebab and two pounds of bread......"

Hearing Evelyn count yesterday's bill for the third time, Annan passed by the counter and said, "3 silver coins and 56 copper coins." ”

Evelyn's eyes widened a little cutely, "How do you know?" ”

"It's just ordinary calculations."

Evelyn's reaction reminded Annan of Aunt Susan, who casually calculated the family's monthly expenses and made Aunt Susan praise him for a whole day, originally thinking that it was just because of love, but now Annan realizes that knowledge that is more "common" than the story of the bard in his eyes is not universal here-

For example, there is no school in the town, only a library, and the illiterate townspeople certainly never set foot in it.

Knowledge is usually monopolized in the middle or upper echelons. Annan once asked a similar question to a seemingly erudite bard, and he would only add or subtract no more than two digits.

It's just that Annan is ashamed that when he realized this, his first thought was to make money from this knowledge......

Not far away, the bard said, "Did you see that!?" He slapped Fast on the shoulder.

"It doesn't mean much."

It's just that Annan went from being quite special to being a little special.

"When will the person you called arrive?" The bard urged.

"It should be ......," Fast looked at the door and peeked into the tavern, "it's already here." ”

Annan looked up at the figure entering the tavern, and he couldn't pull it off.

He didn't even stare at Lady Wine and Tasia with that gaze!

The guests who came in were dressed in loose gray robes, carrying a magic wand in their right hand, and their long curls grabbed half of their face, and the other half was a tired face. The gray-robed mage who entered the tavern sat down at the table next to Fast and the Bard, and pressed his magic wand against the table: "I need the strongest wine!" ”

It's not like an imaginary mage...... Annan thought about it, put down the rag and walked to the counter.

"It's not the same as it was promised." The bard stared at the guy suspiciously, too.

Carrying a staff like a great sword, unkempt, and the finger placed on the table has no magic ring,

"Just do what you can."

Under the watchful eyes of the two guys, Annan asked Martin to distill the liquor and bring it to the gray-robed mage's drinking table.

Still hesitating how to talk to him, the gray-robed mage who was holding up his wine glass took the initiative to ask, "Boy, you seem to be curious about me?" ”

"Are you a mage?"

"Goo-dong...... Hiccup......"

Slapping the empty wine glass on the table, the gray-robed mage lowered his head, his curly hair unfurled to reveal a hideous scar on his forehead, "I am." ”

The bard looked at Annan, and his eyes lit up. This guy can deceive Annan, but he can't deceive him, this kind of scar appears on the mage too inconsistently: "You won't find a mercenary to pretend to be a mage, will you?" ”

"Want to know...... Belch...... Why am I so embarrassed? ”

The wine-smelling burp came out, and the gray-robed mage was visibly drunk.

Annan didn't want to know, but nodded cooperatively.

It was an old-fashioned story that Annan could understand half and guess half of: the gray-robed mage had been an apprentice at the Mage Tower in Breeze City, competing with another apprentice, but whether he was chosen by the mage or became a mage, that person left him behind, and what was even more ridiculous was that the man didn't even know he existed.

So the gray-robed mage decided to go outside to practice, and finally became a level 3 mage and went back - to find that the person was about to become an elite mage.

The gray-robed mage, who was revealing his heart through the strength of wine, leaned back on the chair decadently: "Boy, you say, if you can't do the best, why work hard? ”

"Because it's not for the best, but for yourself?"

The gray-robed mage just shook his head like a spring doll.

Annan added: "There are strong and weak gods, but I have never heard of a god who fell in anger because he was not as strong as other gods. ”

This also did not convince the gray-robed mage, he sneered and turned his head, "Fast, where did you get the priest preparation?" ”

"He just wants to comfort you."

Fast sat next to him, who had been watching for a long time. As a boss, if you don't come back, you're going to show your stuffing.

The bard also followed, and today he did not tell a story or play the lute.

"There's no point in trying hard in the face of talent." The gray-robed mage said. "It's like a person who doesn't have a magical affinity, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't become a spellcaster."

"Annan, say something more." Fast reminded.

"Let me come?"

"Otherwise, is it still me, a rude warrior, to persuade?"

"Okay...... Sir, your purpose in becoming a mage is only to compete with that person, not to embark on a mystical mage journey? Annan hoped that he would remember his original intention, after all, it was the magic he longed for, "There is a saying that 'it is the time you spend on roses that make roses important'." ”

In the bard's "Oh my god, I'm going to write this down," the gray-robed mage fell silent.

As other guests began to enter the tavern, Martin ran to help, allowing Annan to continue talking to the Grey Mage.

"You want to be a mage?"

The surprise that suddenly came wrapped Annan: "Is it okay! ”

"Do you have any money?"

Then a basin of cold water is poured down.

"If the waiter at the Dawn Tavern becomes a mage's apprentice, I think I, as the boss, should sponsor a part." Mr. Fast said at this time. "Annan, you are smart, you can have a more glorious future."

"What about me, Mr. Fast?" Martin squeezed in and asked.

"You're different, you're stupid."

The gray-robed mage glanced at Fast, and Fast and Annan, who understood what he meant, said, "There is a guest here, boy, you go over and deliver the wine first." ”

When Annan turned around, the gray-robed mage suddenly stretched out his hand towards his back and recited the spell: "Arcane Missile." ”

Annan, who had his back to the gray-robed mage, walked to the counter without noticing, because he didn't understand at all.

"This thing works so much better than your tattered temptation."

The drunken gray-robed mage put down his hand and said to the startled Fast and the bard:

"He didn't react at all, either his city was deeper than the old stuff in Breeze, or he really didn't know the lingua franca."