What happened in the past.

This is undoubtedly nonsense. Why did an elite person shrink into the town to hide his identity and open a tavern? The bard also bluntly said that Fast was a man with a story.

In short, Fast honestly runs the Dawn Tavern, hiding his mysterious past. He may have longed for tranquility, but some of the disturbing waves also made it amusing—which is why he didn't turn down Annan.

"I'm starting to think that mages and warlocks aren't for you anymore." Fast commented, "Go be a politician." ”

Evelyn went back before she counted the ledgers. Judging by today's busyness, 30% more wine should be sold than usual. As long as the popularity continues, Annan can get an income of 6 silver coins this week.

In just two months, Annan will be able to save enough money to redeem Tasia...... But it's still too long.

The next day, the library.

Annan moved to Mr. Victor's side, and tactfully probed the old man for the possibility of an advance on his salary.

"Salary advance? Does that mean I can also ask you to advance your labor? The stubborn old man said as expected.

Annan had to hold back his thoughts for the time being, until little Wincht arrived at the library in the morning.

The "Big Winchert" and the Winchet family behind the "Little Winchert" undoubtedly have a lot of wealth. As a nobleman, the money should be insignificant to her.

Although it is difficult to speak, it is all about saving Tasia.

Registering "Little Winchert" on the visitor list, Annan asked her: "Did you bring any money?" ”

"What are you going to do?"

Gray, calm eyes focused on Annan.

Seeing an ear popping out of the chair behind little Wincht, Annan lowered his voice: "I want to borrow some money, 50 silver coins or a kinnar ......"

"You want to test your qualifications?"

"Not for the time being...... I have a friend who needs help. ”

Wincht Jr. rejected him. Annan was a little disappointed, but he didn't have the morals to kidnap - although Wincht Jr. was rich, she had no reason to help herself.

They've only known each other for a little over a week.

Worried about Tasia, Annan was not in the mood to continue copying "The Law Breaks the Sky", and looked at the little Wincht who surrounded Mr. Victor, who had selected a copy of "Mage to the Left and Warlock to the Right" from the book list he had compiled a few days ago.

The book introduces the differences and interesting facts between mages and warlocks in a witty and light-hearted tone, as the title page reads: "The power of mages is based on their construction of wisdom. Warlock's power is fucking shit luck! - Oga Peterry]

Annan saw this sentence the day he found it, and he looked up his other writings because of this distinctive sentence. Just didn't find it. Later, when Victor was asked, he said that the master mage named Oga Petri had died for challenging the Dragon Vein Warlock.

It can be regarded as practicing faith with life.

Hopefully, this book will put me aside for a while.

Annan turned to the first page:

[A man with a staff in his hand, dressed in a magic robe, with a wise and calm temperament, is not necessarily a mage when talking to you about academics, but he is certainly not a warlock. 】

[You must know that if you want to become a magician, you need an extremely rigorous sequence. You first have to know how to think, understand the formation of magic, then memorize the magic, sketch the model of the spell, and finally form the spell perfectly to release it. 】

Warlock? They are born or acquired with bloodline or power. You don't need to study spells like a magician, as long as you accidentally see a spell released, as long as the spell matches his bloodline or power, he can restore the spell by "I think about the principle of this spell"! 】

[But don't be pessimistic about this, a magician is inferior to a warlock.] Although Warlocks are natural spellcasters, they are limited by bloodline and power.

[So you can easily distinguish between a mage and a warlock: dressed luxuriously and restrained, always giving wisdom and calm, that is a magician.] Warlocks are like aristocrats, they spend a lot of money, they are obsessed with beauty, even the females of other races, and they are generally very attractive. 】

Oga Petri clearly knew the Warlock very well, even though he had misestimated himself and paid for it.

Annan did put aside his worries for a while and immersed himself in the book.

In the evening, Wincht Jr. sent Mr. Victor out of the library, and Annan checked the doors and windows, locked them, and hurried to the Dawn Tavern.

Unlike when the doors first opened, there were already seven or eight guests waiting at the table, and they were no longer all men.

Some of the guests are "Law Breaks the Sky", and some are Fast.

Annan finished the dinner made by Aunt Susan brought by Martin in the back kitchen, changed into an apron and returned to the hall.

In a daze, Sean actually felt a soft sensation on his lips, and a wet tongue inexplicably drilled in......"

The Bard tells the story of Sean and Sissi in the caves of the Beast Mountains for the thirty-eighth time.

They really enjoyed the content.

As time went on, the tavern became more and more lively.

Annan said that it was starting to look like a tavern, and the bard said that what kind of tavern was just drinking?

An orthodox tavern should have: rooms on the second floor, girls soliciting business, information exchange in the corner, and the occasional brawl.

Fast was not very happy.

The novelty of the first day wore off, and the passionate women began to overwhelm him.

So he also came up with an idea: let Annan also dress like this to solicit business, and block his refusal in advance: "Half of the profits from the wine you sell will go to you." ”

Annan wanted to say no, but he really needed money......

Fast even prepared clothes in advance, a luxurious, ostentatious garment of the nobility, and after Annan put it on, he lined his black hair like a young nobleman.

As Annan, who was a little shorter, stood beside the sturdy and sturdy Mr. Fast, the women screamed.

Annan was far more lethal than Fast - Evelyn was too ashamed to look at him without seeing him.

Aunt Susan's sisters and the women who heard the news were even more irresistible to Annan's fair-skinned and delicate-skinned handsome young aristocratic appearance—

Annan is like a lonely boat in a storm, struggling to resist the invasion of the waves.

After a tired coping, the tavern closed, and Annando stayed in the tavern for a while to count Evelyn's income for the day: close to ten silver coins.

Nearly three times as much as usual.

This motivation kept Annan going, and helped Evelyn design a bunny-eared headband.

At the end of the third day, Annan received his salary for the week: 7 silver coins.

"Mr. Fast......"

Martin took Evelyn's bunny ears and held the headband out of shape: "Can I join......"

Fast rejected Martin on the grounds that "it would drive away the guests if you did this", but gave him 10 copper coins as a bonus.

Back at Aunt Susan's house, Annan opened the money box, and 20 silver coins collided pleasantly.

It won't be long before you can save up 70 credits.

Tomorrow the library is closed during the day, and Annan is ready to tell Tasia the good news.

Early in the morning, Annan walked to the camp of the haunted gold mine in the morning light and saw Tasia limping away.