The Dawn Tavern is getting hot. The clash of wine glasses, the whispers of laughter, and the smell of liquor and smoke mingle with the minstrels' singing.

Soruman Copperbeard came out of the cellar and sat in the corner with Fast and the Grey-robed Mage whispering, occasionally shouting out of emotion.

They were arguing over whether Annan should be a mage or a warlock.

"This boy didn't speak lingua franca a week ago, but now he can even dismiss a mage."

What does this mean? There is no shortage of smart people for mages, and there are many magic apprentices in the mage tower who can memorize an entire alchemy book a week, but only a few lucky ones can become mages. ”

"One of the lucky ones even gave up on himself." Soruman Copperbeard sneered uncontrollably. Warriors and mages never deal with each other, especially since she is a muscle-loving dwarf.

"Shut up! Let's talk about Anna again...... Annie? ”

"Annan."

“…… We're talking about Annan! ”

"Then what do you think of him coming out of the haze with a few words?"

"I don't admit that I was dismissed by him."

"You don't look like a mage at all as a scoundrel."

"Does this mean that the world's prejudice against mages is too deep, and all mages must be arrogant, silent, and have a habit of cleanliness, and even excretion must be ripped out of their butts with channeling?"

"You're like a bastard of the chaos camp right now."

"Well, listen, I'm going to show the orderly side." The gray-robed mage pointed to Annan, who was wiping down the wine table after the guests had left, "He doesn't speak the same language, but it's not a problem, a small spell will solve the problem." Hypothetically, your previous assumptions are assumptions, that this boy is just a commoner with no background, no lineage, no family. ”

"This kind of person wants to become a magician, and he must first become an apprentice. He's lucky, he's just the right age to sneak into the mage's tower or be an apprentice to the mage, and I can take him in. This period of time usually ranges from two to infinite years. If he is extremely qualified, knowledgeable, and looks like a future great sage, he will be selected as an apprentice by a certain mage or directly enter the magic academy. ”

"But if you are unfortunate enough to encounter an irresponsible teacher, the best outcome is to waste your time, and the worst outcome is to be unguided in meditation and occupied by weird, demonic, and evil gods wandering in the void and other planes."

The gray-robed mage recalled something, and the shudder that emerged made him even more decadent: "So it's still the warlock who suits him." You don't have to come into contact with the endless, selective and devouring knowledge, like a warrior without a brain. ”

Although it is a prejudice, a warlock is like a warrior who can cast spells.

And the crucial point - the need for money is not as strong as that for warlocks......

It's just that warlocks don't have the same traces as mages. Although the kingdom of Rikanr is known to have dreams of strange things in their sleep, to be struck by lightning on a rainy day, to wake up from reading ancient books, and to explore ancient ruins and be blessed by unknown beings, they are not common.

"You're going to be knocked out by a warlock with a staff when you say that." Soruman Copperbeard said.

"I also think he's better suited to be a warlock." Fast leaned back in his chair, the cuffs simply pulled up to his elbows, "He has a kind of exoticism that makes it hard for everyone to hate him." ”

The bard came over at some point: "It's still suitable for the mage, his thirst for knowledge is about to drain me." ”

"You're talking like a demon and not a mage."

"Wait a minute." The female dwarf suddenly understood, "So warlocks need to awaken their bloodlines, and you are talking about only mages to choose from?" ”

Several men looked at each other: "That's what happened. ”

They're just making small talk.

Officially, Fast called Annan and asked him about tomorrow's weather.

Annan recalled the sunset he saw in the evening, "It should rain again." ”

"I heard you've been looking for a job lately?" He asked again.

"I need money to test my qualifications."

"I know Mr. Victor from the library. His bookstore is in need of an administrator lately, and maybe you can try your luck. ”

"Then the living ...... of my tavern"

"The library is open during the day."

"I'll ask tomorrow!"

"Why don't you just test his qualifications?" The female dwarf asked.

"Do you know what my happiest time was? Annan was right when he said, 'It's the time you spend on roses that make roses important.'" ”

Annan, who was about to borrow some money from Mr. Fast, shut his mouth.

Returning to Martin's side, Martin, who heard the conversation, sighed: "I've been waiting for Uncle Hollin to tell me, 'Martin, we are actually rich and live in the town just to test you, and now that you have cleared the test, you will inherit our title and treasure'......"

Is this idea common to all worlds......

Annan thought he was the only one who would think so.

"Annan, help me write a letter from home."

"What?"

"If Aunt Susan refuses to give you money, I'll threaten her with running away from home."

Annan was touched and just wanted to say that it was impossible. But it was too hurtful to say this, so Aunt Susan was illiterate and prevaricated.

Soon after, the tavern door opened, and an unexpected guest stepped in. Many fiery eyes followed the figure with the faint scent of roses to the counter.

"We're meeting for the fifth time."

The red lips of the wine lady shimmered bewitching under the tavern oil lamp.

"Not this time, I hope it's not in the bedroom next time."

Evelyn behind the counter looked at the wine lady and then at Annan, her clear eyes narrowing.

"A glass of juice."

The Wine Lady turned to their table and sat down in the empty seat.

"You seem to have some story with our little buddy?" Mr. Fast raised his glass familiarly.

"I saw him twice in the two days you weren't there." Lady Wine took the juice from Annan, "once as a miner in the Haunted Gold Mine, once as a groom in the stables of Sean's house." Coincidentally so coincidental that I thought he was stalking me. ”

Fast and the gray-robed mage looked at each other in unison, silent.

"What are you plotting?" The wine lady frowned slightly.

Fast didn't answer, pointing to Annan, who was walking through the tavern: "What can you think of when you look at him?" ”

"I saw a little waiter listening to the story of the bard with longing." The wine lady said with emotion.

The gray-robed mage guessed Fast's thoughts: "You still want to try?" ”

"It's no coincidence that our wine boss walks and he follows."

"Gentlemen, oh, sorry I didn't see you, Miss Copperbeard." The Wine Lady gestured to the dwarf, who was only half a head taller than the wine table, and said lazily, "Should you tell me what happened before you tell each other riddles?" ”

Then the bard recounted yesterday's discovery.

The wine lady raised her eyes slightly, looking at these men who were eager to learn:

"So have you ever thought about what you would do if that boy was really from the Reeves family?"