The library and tavern are the same, and the weekly salary is 1 silver coin.

This meant that Annan earned 2 silver coins a week, which was about the same as the income of many laborers in the town. And the money is completely distributed by themselves.

It's just that the qualification test is still far away - to maintain an income of 2 silver coins a week, it will take at least a year to save enough gold coins.

Annan comforted himself that the knowledge he received from the library was more valuable than the salary itself.

And it was a fluke that he defeated three contenders – the surprise they left is still fresh in Annan's memory.

"Your job is to keep the library clean and tidy, try to keep track of the location of each book, log in visitors and what books they borrow."

Victor leaned on his cane and led Annan through the rows of bookshelves.

"You must cherish these books as you cherish life, and you are absolutely not allowed to bring anyone here."

"Do you usually borrow books?"

Annan looked at many books that were still new and had no traces of being flipped. They are like those empty bookshelves in the library, waiting to be used.

"They're not here to read."

Annan understood what the old man meant, and even his mind was not pure.

After following Victor around the library and being instilled with many rules, Annan asked when the old man was about to catch up: "Mr. Victor, where does an illiterate person start if he wants to read and write?" ”

"Are you talking about yourself?"

Annan's shame at being pierced came to his senses, and he heard Victor succinctly say, "Bring me the book." ”

"Are you talking to me?"

"I'm talking to the Evil Hole in the second row of the bookcase behind you."

"May I ask which book is "Evil Hole"......?"

Victor's furrowed eyebrows furrowed as if to say that he had regretted inviting this hillbilly.

"The 1 inch ...... Color-covered book. ”

Annan's palms were sweating because he couldn't understand the noun of that color......

Under Victor's gaze, Annan moved to the bookshelf and stared at the second row of the bookshelf: first he knew that he knew brown, purple, red, black, and gray, and excluding the five colors in the second row, there were three books left, two azure blue and one beige. One of them was about the thickness of a palm, and the other two were similar......

Annan secretly rubbed the sweat of his palms with the corner of his clothes, reached for the beige book, and turned his head to look at Victor.

"What are you still doing in a daze?"

The frowning brow made Annan relax and pull out the book. But the ordeal doesn't end there......

"Read it aloud."

"Mr. Victor, I don't know ......"

"Read it out."

"Okay." Annan turned the title page in frustration, skipped the title page, and recited the words he knew on the first page: "I...... You...... I...... You...... He...... I ......"

It seems that this damn book is in the first person.

"You...... I...... I...... He...... Minstrel! You...... I ......"

"Alright, let's stop." Victor interrupted Annan's recitation like a stumble, and let out a low sigh that did not fit the serious and stereotyped character at all: "I don't want my librarian to not even know a word, so ......"

Annan was apprehensive, and the old voice said:

"I'll find you some books with syllables......"

"Syllables?"

"Mithgma is on top! You don't even know syllables? ”

"Hmmm......"

"Come over tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, and I'll teach you again!"

In any case, Annan was not fired just after being hired.

"My name is Annan."

"Victor. Hero Victor. ”

……

"A toast to our librarian buddies!"

The bard played a cheerful tune, and the guests raised their glasses with joy and followed along with silly music, accompanied by the cry of "go to the library and take care of your business" and not yet understand what a library is.

Annan smiled and wiped down the counter. At this time, he should shout "I invite the audience to drink" to set off the atmosphere, but he is reluctant to spend money.

"I've heard about you beating three competitors, and you're doing a good job." Fast leaned over to Annan's side and defeated the rich, noble, and mage apprentices as commoners, and couldn't have done better even if he was allowed to go, "Evelyn, get a drink for our future mage." ”

"I don't drink."

"Then juice."

Evelyn turned around to prepare the juice, and Annan thought for a moment and said, "Will they come to trouble me?" ”

"Those losers? No. They're not that stupid...... Even if they are really that stupid, the elders behind them are not so stupid. ”

"Mr. Fast, what do you think I'm going to do next?"

"Master the lingua franca, learn knowledge, and make Victor like you. The last one is the most important. ”

Annan thought the same way, but the last one must not be obvious. He had a gut feeling: maverick? No, Victor is just a strange old man, not a stupid old man, and he was hired because he didn't come for him to interview.

Because he had to start working part-time during the day, Fast gave Annan some privileges to go back early in the middle of the night when he was not busy.

"It's a trivial upfront investment." Fast said.

Annan, who got off work dozens of minutes early, returned to Aunt Susan's house.

Back in the room, Annan took out the wooden box hidden under the bed. The two silver coins lie quietly at the bottom of the box, and it will be another week for them to become 4 silver coins.

Putting it back in place, Annan extinguished the oil lamp, climbed into bed, and let the night drown him.

……

Early in the morning, Annan arrived at the library before nine o'clock.

Before the door opened, and the clock behind the window was punctually pointing to nine o'clock, the well-dressed old man appeared with a cane, threw the key to Annan and asked him to open the door to the library.

When Annan returned the keys, he was rejected by Victor. This kind of stubbornness with trust is indeed easy to like this old man.

Start sweeping the library floor and dust off the shelves with a fur duster. Victor sat in the corner of the library, where the sun shines all the time, holding a book and drinking coffee.

Annan had learned and recorded syllables from the bards in advance, and after cleaning them, he consolidated them again from Mr. Victor.

Annan's linguistic talent also continued in writing.

Annan, holding a book with syllables, sat at his desk and read quietly. It didn't take long for the first guest of the day to come to the door.

"You're learning the lingua franca?"

The girl in the robe looked at the title of the book on the cover, "Universal Phonetic Alphabet".

Annan nodded, "What's your name?" "Ready to register her name.

She didn't speak, so Annan flipped through the dictionary next to her and wrote "robed girl" crookedly.

Watching Annan finish writing, the robed girl imitated the action of silence: "What did you say to Mr. Victor at the end?" ”

"Be quiet."

"That's it?"

"Hmm." It was Annan's turn to ask, "Are you a mage apprentice?" ”

"I wanted Mr. Victor to be my teacher." She looked at Annan puzzled, "But Mr. Victor chose you." ”

"Maybe it's because I'm the only one who wants to be a librarian."

"Why?"

Annan shook the book with its syllables.

"I haven't learned the lingua franca yet."