The Dawn Tavern and Library together earn at least four silver coins a week.

By this winter, Annan will be able to save enough money for the qualification test.

It's still a bit slow, but Annan started very low, and he can use this time to make up for the serious lack of knowledge. I just don't know what's going on with Tasia.

While Annan was still looking forward to a bright future, the second weekend arrived.

"Remember to come back sooner."

At Aunt Susan's advice, Annan brought a kettle, loaded his baggage with a few pounds of brown bread with jerky, and set off for the haunted gold mine.

Dozens of minutes later, Annan rushed to the dwarf hill. It wasn't time to rest yet, and there weren't many miners in the camp.

Annan sat in the shade of a tree and continued to copy "The Law Breaks the Sky" on his notes with charcoal.

Tasia walked out of the mine. Today is the scheduled day off.

She saw figures sitting in the shade of trees, flecks of light shining all around, glowing pale skin lined with black hair. As Tasia approached, he looked up, the sun shining on his eyelashes, and his black eyes were clear and bright.

Looking at the visible thinness of Tasia's muscular body and the whip marks of the old and new, Annan frowned, but didn't say anything.

"This is for you."

Annan lifted his baggage. Tasia's rough soles stepped on the weeds, the chains clattered, and the smell of sweat and a faint rancid smell when she approached.

Annan removed his shackles and crouched in the growing smell of rancid stench to untie the strips of cloth that had wrapped around the wound.

The sticky, brushed secretions exuded a strong rancid odor, and the swollen, rotting wounds were blurred with flesh. Flies linger around.

"You didn't clean the wound as I said?"

A few days ago, it was just a strangled ankle, and the erosion was very serious.

"Will sweat."

Tasia is just a slave, and she doesn't have the right environment to recuperate.

"It will be even worse if it is delayed any longer." Annan chased away the flies around the wound and asked her to move into the sun.

There is a resurrection technique in this world, and it will not be difficult to cure some fatal injuries and stubborn diseases, let alone just infection. But there are no priests in Hirabayashi, and Annan is no longer ignorant of the world: prejudices and discrimination among various ethnic groups, for example.

This is evident in the neglect suffered by Soluman Copperbeard in the tavern. No priest or doctor would be willing to treat a minotaur, even if she was half human.

Annan didn't want Tasia to lose a leg, or even lose her life, because the wound was not treated in time.

"Can you escape? I'll help you find a way to treat it. ”

It's best if you can save the ransom money......

"I'm not like you......" Tasia closed her mouth and changed her words, "...... Not like those who don't keep the covenant. ”

"Even if it's a slave contract?"

When the question came out, Annan had already received the answer.

This creed is admirable, but it can also feel stupid.

Annan had no choice but to help Tasia carefully clear the wound with the water in the kettle, and after confirming that the rancid smell was almost invisible, let her tan her eroded ankle.

Tasia sat on the grass and quietly ate the food that Annan had brought.

Annan crouched at her feet, waving notes to dispel annoying flies.

"I'll try to save enough money as soon as I can when I go back."

It seems that the qualification test can only be postponed.

After sitting with Tasia in the glade for a while, Annan opened the book to show her, asked about the ghosts and kobolds in the mine, and at the urging of the foreman, bandaged Tasia's wounds, said goodbye to her, and returned to Pinglin Town.

Annan's thirst for money was urgent again.

The pajamas that he had planned to sell later in Breezy were dug through his closet and dragged Martin out into the street.

There were no collateral shops in the town, and Annan and Martin visited several tailor shops and ready-to-wear shops, and they were full of praise for the feel of the pajamas, but they were willing to pay a maximum of eight silver coins. Even if Annan pointed to the stitches and fabrics of modern craftsmanship and said that it was the handiwork of a famous master.

Eight silver coins are obviously not a small amount, almost a month's income for Aunt Susan's family, and I didn't see Martin look at Annan frantically.

But it's still a long way from the money Annan needs to muster together -

Borrow or advance from Mr. Victor?

"Your reward comes from what you give at this time." You don't have to think about it to know that the old-fashioned old man would say that.

So is Mr. Fast. If he could, he would have provided a kinnar for testing qualifications.

When Annan sold his pajamas and was still thinking about how to exchange "Law Breaking the Sky" for money, a noise came from far away from the street. A circus in a caravan performs on the busiest street of Hirabayashi Town.

Annan, who was thinking of peddling "Law Breaking the Sky", was led by Martin into the outer crowd.

The caravan spread out its caravan and sold its wares to the gathered townspeople. As soon as Annan wondered if it would be more profitable to sell his pajamas to them, he saw the guards whose leather armor was stained with the blood of blood clotting.

These guards are powerful professionals - not the most common professions of the town guards.

They're not easy to mess with.

The caravans begin to enter the routine of each town: the actor playing the mage holds a flaming "staff" and throws off the actor playing the enemy with the powder that burns in the fire, causing the townspeople to exclaim and whisper "is this magic" and "is he a magician?" ”

Annan smelled the stench of burning fire oil and phosphorus powder, but paid attention to the guards armed with swords or bows and arrows that surrounded the caravan.

They looked much more fierce than Mr. Fast, who slouched against the counter all day.

Annan was drawn to the humble stage by the sudden screams of the women. The topless brawny man screamed on stage, playing the role of a warrior and smashing the copper coin into it — Annan's eyes brightened as he watched the scene.

Martin next to him quietly covered his buttocks.

At this moment, Annan saw a familiar and strong figure in the crowd of women.

"Aunt Susan?"

Anna squeezed towards them in surprise: "Aunt Susan! ”

Aunt Susan and her sisters soon discovered Annan, "He's so cute—" and Annan looked like a fawn being toyed with by several lionesses.

As for Martin, he was left out like a lone hyena.

Annan didn't ask why Aunt Susan was here, but only asked Aunt Susan to bring her sisters to the tavern tonight.

Then he ran back to the tavern, found Fast, and said, "Mr. Fast, do you want to make the tavern business better?" ”

"What's the hell the hell with our future Mr. Mage?"

"No, I'm ready."

Annan looked at Fast. With a strong and long body and an axe-like resolute face, he is better than that actor in every aspect. And crucially: he's a true elite fighter.

"Now all it takes is a little detail......"

In the evening, Aunt Susan and a dozen of her sisters came to the tavern.

Then, when Fast appeared in the hall with his high boots and his shirt buttoned halfway unbuttoned, and his sword in hand, the screams of the women shook the wine.

As the women crowded up, Fast couldn't help but wonder, why did he pay for a few dozen copper coins?