["Demonic power, three stages! ”】

[Looking at the dazzling words on the magic stone tablet, Sean clenched his fists, his nails sinking deep into his flesh......]

["Three paragraphs? As expected, this year's 'genius' is standing still again. ”】

["This waste has simply disgraced the family's face! ”】

【……】

The note slowly fell, revealing the eyes on the upper edge.

"How?"

Annan stood aside expectantly, waiting for the well-informed bard to give him some advice.

"You wrote this?" The bard glanced at the beginning again, "What are the three stages of demonic power and the magic stone?" ”

"I don't know much about the system of magic...... Annan asked Mr. Victor, but he refused to answer the stupid question and asked Annan to find it in the library. Annan couldn't find it, so he had to write it casually and then make changes.

"So it's the mage rank and affinity? And why is a mage considered a waste, this Sean is very old? ”

"Sean is a young man...... What is affinity? ”

"Don't you even know the division of the magic aptitude test?"

For Annan's sake, the bard said it from the beginning:

The qualification test requires a Philosopher's Stone engraved with the Three-Ring Spell Perception. Philosopher's Stone glows when it comes into contact with magic. So if you want to become a mage, you need to make the Philosopher's Stone shine.

Affinity represents affinity with magic, and embodiment is the brightness that makes the Philosopher's Stone shine. Ordinary people are the lowest level zero, and the first class means that they have the ability to cast spells.

Very few ordinary people can make the Philosopher's Stone glow in the Dark Room, but this usually does not mean that he has the ability to cast spells. At most, he became a mage's apprentice, insisted on meditating until he was old, and at most released a few zero-ring tricks - Mr. Victor was such an unlucky bastard.

As for the ranks, they are common to all spellcasters: ordinary professions, then the elite level represented by Fast, and above there are Master, Epic, Legendary, ...... Further up are the demigods.

Classes are informally divided. For example, Michael's Mage Level 3 only represents how far away it is from the Elite Level - the Elite Level is Level 5.

Annan remembered that the biography of the legendary mage only wrote that the protagonist was very qualified at the time of the test, and there was no such division as "affinity" - perhaps because the book was written in 338 Yves Saint Laurent and is now 998 in Saint Laurent calendar.

"Then change it to 'affinity, third class!' What do you think? ”

"It's still a bit high, and the affinity of that McKell guy back then was said to be only third-class." Fast, who was standing behind the bard, took his notes and flipped to the second page, "If you want to write the story of a poor boy with no talent, wouldn't it be better to have a degree of affinity?" ”

Annan shook his head.

Six of the ten books of popular literature are the protagonists who are not talented, and the other four are geniuses.

The focus of this book is not between genius and mediocrity, but a simple and refreshing upgrade. Didn't you see that Fast had turned to the third page?

"What do you think?" Annan asked.

The bard thought the story was a story—a compliment. All the stories now are ordinary, just around, nothing special. And he felt the novelty of this book for a long time.

And those stupid villains are very emotional.

"I'm a little curious about where you came from." The bard observed Annan's black hair and black eyes, "How do you want me to help you get it published?" ”

"That's the best, but how long will it take?"

"I don't know, I'll have to go to Breeze City and ask some friends." The bard replied to Annan for about two weeks. After all, it takes a week to make a round trip to Breeze City.

But even if it is published, if you want to get the first publication fee, you have to delay it for two to three months.

Annan could barely wait, but Tasia couldn't.

And Fast forbade the bard to leave the tavern: "You got the only bard in the tavern." Is it for Martin to take the vacancy? ”

A head leaned over: "It's not impossible." ”

"Get out of here."

"Oh."

"What if it became a story in the mouth of a bard?" Annan continued to ask.

"Hmm...... As a story to tell, I think it's too long. ”

The bard snatched back the note and flipped back to the first page, "There are so many dialogues that we have to cut out some of them to immerse the guests in the story." ”

Normal reading is faster than recitation, and lengthy stories will only make guests drowsy.

At this time, the bard realized Annan's thoughts: "You want to sell it to me?" ”

"Is that okay?"

The bard shook his head and told Annan that no one did...... All who have heard it will remember the story and can tell the story.

There is no point in spending money to buy it.

"What if it's just storytelling? A new, continuous story should bring more guests to the tavern. ”

"You can try." Fast, who was clasping his hands, said with interest, retrieving his notes by the way, "You need money?" When telling this story, you can share a portion of the extra money from the sale of alcohol. ”

It's also part of the investment. Fast was optimistic about Annan, and if Martin had made this suggestion, he would have raised his weekly salary from 70 copper coins to 71 copper coins at most.

"I don't want to tell this story."

The interlude instead happened to the bard who had no reason to refuse.

This has to do with the advancement of the bard profession. Bards collect stories, poems, and music from all over the world, spread them, and draw nutrients from them to advance to the next level.

Copying the stories in the book did not grow the bard in any way.

"The story in the book? No......" Annan's tone softened, "it's not published, you just heard the story of a man named Sean from me, and no one even knows about it, no different from those stories collected from all over the place." ”

Annan continued to bewitch under Mr. Fast's strange gaze, "You're almost level 3, aren't you?" It's a great opportunity......"

The bard was moved, and reached for Fast to take notes.

"Wait until I'm done."

Mr. Fast became Annan's first reader in this world.

That night, the bard took the notes with him, and the next day began to speak in the tavern about his revised version of The Law Breaking the Sky.

The guests at first did not notice any difference in the story as usual, until a drunken guest shouted, "Thirty years on the east bank of the Puloni, thirty years on the west bank of the Purney!" They just noticed this interesting story.

As a result, the guests who usually go home after 10 o'clock are reluctant to leave until close in the early morning.

On the first night, Annan received about 20 copper coins, and this was just the beginning. Annan also proposed that the guests be allowed to choose the plot – a beer could choose any part of the story. Give those missed guests a chance.

According to the number of on-demand views, Annan found that everyone was particularly interested in Sean's sneaking into Hill's room to warm up his body, as well as the charming part of the cave with Sissi, the director of the Roland Academy, and even set a record for 5 consecutive on-demand episodes of the story of the Dean of the Roland Academy, Sissi.

At all costs. Counting the original weekly salary, Annan should be able to get three silver coins this week.