Annan thought that it would not be long before he mastered the lingua franca and saved enough money, and the test results were shocking and he had the potential to cultivate both magic and martial arts, and beautiful tutors, superb divine beasts, godhead gods, and wealth and status followed.

But even when he could talk to Victor about the beauty of poetry, the magnificence of anthologies, and the night of philosophy and history, the money he saved would not be enough to test his qualifications.

Away from what the gray-robed mage described, "the mage spends money like running water". Annan hasn't even opened the door yet.

In addition to the library and tavern, Annan had to find something else to do.

After sleepless nights tossing and turning, Annan got up to start a new day.

Arriving at the library on Sunday, which was much more noisy than usual, still dusting, and then choosing a biographical novel with a magician as the main character.

The birch chip bookmark he had bought for 1 copper coin was still on page 12 of the Geography of Rikaner, but at the moment Annan was in dire need of something to counteract his declining interest due to dry knowledge

Soon, Annan immersed himself in biographical novels without much rhetorical polish, growing up following in the footsteps of the legendary mage's childhood. When he looked up again, the minute hand of the grandfather clock was already halfway down.

Mr. Victor didn't come.

Annan thought about how to make fun of Victor for a while, continued to read, and when he raised his head again, it was already ten minutes later. Mr. Victor still didn't come.

This is simply unbelievable for the punctual and orderly old man.

Annan no longer sat down, tore off a page of notepad, and wrote crookedly, "Temporarily closed, find Victor" and pasted it on the door.

As soon as the library door was closed, a shadow overlapped. She is the niece of Ms. Fine Wine.

"Mr. Victor hasn't come yet, do you know where he's gone?"

"I don't know." The lead-gray eyes of the robed girl, which shone in the sun, swept the note on the door and returned to Annan, "But I know where he lives. ”

"Take me there."

Fortunately, the cheap niece did not shirk and led Annan to Victor's residence.

At the same time, Annan observed the necessary path so as not to miss him who fell on the side of the road. For example, the old man with a bad temper was smashed in the head by a bad boy, or his foot slipped and fell in the gutter.

When you come to a single-family mansion in Rich Street, which is nicknamed "Guard Street" by the townspeople, "Little Winchert" indicates that this is it.

Annan stepped forward and knocked on the door, and it wasn't long before familiar footsteps sounded behind the door.

Click-

Mr. Victor's ever-straight face appeared behind the door.

"Didn't you go to the library?" Annan let go of his worries.

"Because the library is closed today."

"You didn't tell me." Annan had no idea that there was such a thing as a day off.

"Didn't I say that?"

"Nope."

"I'll say it now."

As if by illusion, Annan seemed to feel a touch of cunning in his slightly cloudy eyes, and he could not say anything but say "I wish you a good day" and leave, and then looked suspiciously at little Winchert, who seemed to know this for a long time.

"Did you know the library was closed today?"

"You didn't tell me about my aunt either."

"We ......" Annan swallowed back the "nothing", in case there really is anything......

In any case, it's good to have the same salary and a day off.

Annan and followed his little Winchet back to the library. Tearing off the note on the door, checking the windows and basement doors, and saying to little Winchert, who was still in the library, "I'm ready to close." ”

Seeing the silent little Winchet leave, Annan returned to Aunt Susan's house.

"Aunt Susan, I'm going out to visit a friend."

"Our little Annan is also starting to have friends." Aunt Susan, who was drying her clothes, was about to call Martin, who was still sleeping, but was stopped by Annan.

Carrying some copper coins, he asked Aunt Susan to help her put some dust on her face.

"Are you coming back for dinner?"

"Come back."

Waving his hand, Annan walked out of the courtyard, left the town of Hirabayashi, and followed the winding road to the hill of the haunted gold mine.

Even after the bloody incident a week ago, the haunted gold mines were not closed, and even more so – they accidentally found a depleted vein after that attack – and even that could generate hundreds of benefits.

After inquiring and learning that Tasia was still here, Annan, who was relieved, walked towards the woods. Sit under the weedless tree where Tasia used to sit.

Specks of light spilled through the canopy moved slowly, and as noon approached, the miners began to emerge from the haunted gold mines.

Nearly two meters tall, Tasia stands out among them.

But as she approached, Annan frowned.

"You're hurt?"

Tasia's left leg was short and awkward, and Annan told her to stand still, crouching in front of her dirt-covered legs and lifting the shackles.

The thick ankle showed a ring of eroded wounds.

Annan, who smelled the smell of rot, said: "Your wounds are rotting...... Wait for me here. ”

Annan ran to the shack, quickly brought a bowl of water, tore off the corner of his clothes, wiped the wound, and bandaged it.

Tasia hung her head and watched quietly as he did the menial work that only a servant would do to her alien slave.

"Whew...... All right. ”

Annan tightened his bandage and stood up with fine sweat on his forehead: "Don't let the shackles touch the wound, keep ventilation and sun exposure, it's better to find a way to untie the shackles." ”

"Why are you helping me?" A quiet Tasia asked. The dull sound is neither crisp nor pleasant.

"You're my first friend here."

As for Aunt Susan's family...... They are family.

Annan sat back under the roots of the tree and patted the next to him. Tasia hesitated and sat beside him, listening to Annan's account of what had happened after he left the Haunted Gold Mine.

“…… Now, I work in a tavern and also in a library to save money...... What about you? ”

It's Tasia's turn: she says that her foreman died under the kobold warlock's fireball, but the slave contract remains, and she is sold to another foreman for 70 silver.

"You need money?"

Tasia's hand reached into her pocket, and about a dozen copper coins lay in her dirt-stained palm.

"I pulled it off the corpse."

“…… Not for now. Annan shook his head, stood up and said, "I'm going back, and I'll find a way to buy you." ”

In the evening of the same day, Annan, who came to the tavern, found that the gray-robed mage Michael was also there.

"Look at your condition." Michael greeted him.

But Annan's focus today is not on him. Run to ask the bard about the world's most popular stories.

"Very ...... Popular. The bard said.

This was verified by Annan in the library the next day.

These literary works lack twists and turns, and the content of the bestsellers is equally lackluster, written hundreds of years ago and hundreds of years later.

Thinking about the aptitude test, thinking about Tasia's injury, Annan thought to himself that maybe he could write a book to get out of this situation.

Then show it to the bard for appreciation.

As a bard who sings and sells stories, he knows what stories are most popular.