The odd-faced Martin passed by the odd-faced Annan and asked the odd-faced Evelyn for a bottle of wine for the odd-faced guest.

Fast guessed wrong.

The guest still came. Unlike yesterday, today he sat in a prominent position in the tavern, dressed in neatly washed clothes, tied with a bow tie that looked like that, and looked at Annan at the counter.

"What's going on with that guest......"

Annan stood behind a wooden pillar to hide from the burning gaze.

"The charm of our Annan can't be stopped even by men."

Evelyn leaned on the counter with her cheeks held up, still peeking at Annan's reaction when she said "we".

Martin said with unprecedented seriousness: "Cousin, we have to sleep in separate rooms." ”

"Good idea, are you ready?"

"Prepare what?"

"Aunt Susan drove her to sleep in the yard."

The crescent moon was gradually shrouded in broken clouds, and the guests, worried about the rain in the middle of the night, hurried onto the bluestone paved path outside the tavern that had no moonlight.

The guest also departed in despair.

The bard stopped the story and plucked the strings as if it were an agreed signal, and Annan leaned over with a glass of rye wine.

"How's your new job?"

"I'll only go to the interview tomorrow."

Annan, who wanted to seize the opportunity, visited the shops around the bookstore during the day. At first, the neighbors' accounts fit what Fast described as "a wise mage's apprentice". However, as time went on, Mr. Victor was labeled as stubborn, weird old man, and eccentric.

In order to verify this, Annan observed in the morning and saw an old man with gray hair meticulously attached to his scalp and a neat shirt under a sleeveless sweater coming to the restaurant next door.

He frowned and pointed to the waiter's crooked bow tie, and only stretched his brow after the waiter had finished tidying up.

Seeing Fast, who never buttoned his neckline and was dirty and yellow, he might have thrown a fireball spell over. If he would.

At noon, Victor walked out of the library on time and went to the adjacent restaurant to ask for mashed potatoes and broccoli. Annan sat in the corner, watching Victor frown whenever someone was overhanging or making a loud noise.

An old man who is a bit of a cleanliness fetish and doesn't like to be noisy.

"How can you still have an interview in such a small place?" The bard was amazed.

"Mr. Victor is a worthy apprentice of magic, and his accumulation of knowledge has made many mages ashamed of themselves." Fast walked over.

"If the most knowledgeable mage apprentice were selected from the kingdom of Rikanre, Michael would rank him in the top hundred."

"Top 100? Or just a mage's apprentice? The bard even felt that it was a humiliating word.

"Michael asked me to tell you, if you say, 'It's only in the top 100 of apprentices,' tell you that some mage apprentices are more knowledgeable than mages and are suitable to be mentors."

Knowledge is a precious treasure and the cornerstone of building spells. The old guys who have been wandering in the ocean of knowledge for a long time are not comparable to the young people who have just become mages and are full of confidence. The only thing that restricts them is their qualifications, and there is also luck.

This also explains why Victor's temper is so strange - it is strange to be calm in the face of a door that has not been opened for him for decades.

And rumor has it that the old magic apprentice is looking for a mantle.

So why did Fast say it was just to give Annan a chance. Because there are other opponents - sons of the rich, nobles, and mage families.

So Fast allowed Annan to go back an hour earlier today.

Annan said goodbye to his fellow taverns, put down his apron, and went back to Aunt Susan's house to rest early.

……

The first rays of sunlight of the morning poured into the room.

Annan woke up slowly, the linen coat that Aunt Susan had asked for help to iron last night was neatly folded on the pillow, and Martin was lying on his bed, his butt bulging, revealing the outline of the board.

Changing into clothes free of wrinkles and loot, Annan did not smear the ashes anymore and set out in the morning light to step into the library filled with the fragrance of paper and ink.

The noise doesn't disturb this quiet place, and the library is a little different than you might think – there are no high ceilings and bookshelves that you have to walk on stairs to reach, it's more like a bookstore. But there is no doubt that Annan loved it here.

Annan soon saw his rivals: a dazzling young man with ten fingers and a ring of six precious stones, a young man dressed in a dark red gown with a trim characteristic of the nobility, and a young girl with long brown hair loosely tied up in a mage's robe.

The two young men seemed to have left out the new redneck at a glance.

Definitely not because of this guy's appearance makes them jealous.

"Who's the first to come?"

Mr. Victor sat alone at another desk.

The young man in aristocratic costume stood up, straightened his collar, and came to the table, and saluted respectfully: "My uncle Master has asked me to express my sincere greetings to you. ”

"Master?"

"Yes, uncle often mentions your ......"

"What do you mention about me?"

"Uh...... Your erudite ......"

Mr. Victor shook his head: "Who is the second?" ”

The depressed aristocratic youth walked away, and the young man with the atmosphere of the nouveau riche walked away.

“…… My father, Chexi, asked me to send my best regards to you. He greeted cautiously.

"What can you bring to the library?" The old man got straight to the point.

This is exactly what the young man excels at, and he regained his self-confidence: "We can buy both land and books." ”

"And what can you bring to the library yourself?"

"Uh......"

The young man was speechless, sweat oozing from his nervous forehead, and he raised his sleeve to wipe it.

He's out. Annan thought.

Sure enough, Victor expressed disgust: "Who's next?" ”

The mage-robed girl stood up and made her way to Victor's table.

Again, the question: "What can you bring to the library?" ”

"Order." The girl said calmly.

Victor's brow furrowed slightly, and he continued, "Do you know what is the most important thing in the library?" ”

"These are precious books."

Victor was satisfied with this answer, and almost remembered something when he was chosen, and looked here: "Is there another one?" ”

So Annan appeared last like all the protagonists, but it seemed that it was too late.

The old man reached for the kettle and looked at Annan sitting in front of him.

"Coffee or water?"

"Water will do."

Annan was still thinking that this old man was not as difficult to contact as he thought.

"I guessed wrong, it's coffee."

As warm coffee poured into the cup, he continued, "What can you bring to the library?" ”

At this point, Annan abruptly abandoned his original plan and replied in a different way: "A librarian." ”

The wrinkles on Victor's face stretched like daisies: "Do you know what is the most important thing in the library?" ”

"Shh......h

Annan put his index finger on his mouth and pointed to the quiet reminder hanging on the bookcase: "Please be quiet." ”

Victor stood up abruptly on crutches, then sat back in his seat, and said in a low voice:

"You've passed, come to work tomorrow."