Annan's life returned to a peaceful routine.

Tasia's condition stagnated before it became irretrievable, and the income from five to six silver coins a week also allowed Annan to absorb knowledge with peace of mind, no longer worry about money, and no longer have to sacrifice hue-

"It's useless for you to say that, don't think about taking off this clothes."

Without thinking about it, Fast refused Annan's request to take off his theater costume.

Although the enthusiasm and cheers of the women made Fast noisy, Annan's daily restraint and embarrassment allowed him to continue to persevere—never to underestimate the tenacity of the warriors.

And never underestimate a stingy person.

Annan couldn't object, after all, he still owed Soruman Copperbeard 50 silver coins. It's just that a woman about the size of Aunt Susan took the glass and touched her arm a little regretfully.

For example, the bad man should continue to be exploited, and he should owe Soruman Copperbeard 70 silver instead of returning her 20 silver first.

The status of a mage's apprentice can be exchanged for many conveniences and status. Although Annan had to worry about the inflated money at that time, at least he didn't have to sell his hue for dozens of silver coins.

In the underground cellar, Soruman Copperbeard struck off Tasia's shackles with her hammer. The dwarves couldn't do delicate work other than blacksmithing and brewing, so Annan helped Tasia clean and bandage.

Fast threw over the medicine box, which contained some bandages and drugs to stop bleeding and anti-inflammatory.

Cleaning the rotting wounds, the Minotaur's endurance kept Tasia from making a sound, and her resilience allowed her to recover in a few days.

"Tasia has minotaur blood, so can she become a warlock?"

Annan's rough understanding of warlocks is that bloodline warlocks are the power of one race with the bloodlines of another. But he asked the wrong person, and no one present could answer.

They then talk about where Tasia is, and Soruman Copperbeard suggests that she stay in the tavern and need a help in her cellar.

Before Tasia could think about it, Annan agreed for her for the time being. Tasia needs time to rest and time to get used to taking control of her life.

Knock Knock Knock –

At this moment, the cellar door of the cellar opened, and Martin's voice came from above:

"Cousin! I can't keep myself busy! ”

"I'll come over here!"

In response, Annan instructed Tasia to return to it.

The hustle and bustle rushed in, and Annan's return caused the women to scream.

Tonight's bard was a little excited, and even grabbed the lute to play and sing for "Law Breaks the Sky":

"Sean crossed Utan City and came to the Warcraft Mountain Range. Crossed the Monster Mountains and came to Roland Academy—"

The melody is simple and cheerful, setting off the excitement flowing through the tavern.

Annan didn't know what the bard was happy about, but Mr. Fast, who came up, explained:

"He made the cut."

What Annan saw from the book was that the minstrels, as an auxiliary class, could not learn combat techniques and spells like a combat class, and they believed in their respective gods like priests, and they grew up by singing stories, and could perform tricks and magic spells, usually to inspire and add strength.

"He can use magic now?"

"It's just a trick."

So Annan then pestered the bard to ask him to perform a trick, but was rejected on the grounds that "I haven't learned how to cast spells yet".

Late at night, the tavern closes.

Annan did not leave immediately, but first went to the cellar to visit Tasia.

It's only been a few hours, and of course I can't see anything. Tasia is helping Soruman Copperbeard carry the barrel.

"You have the blood of a minotaur in your veins, and you have to be as tough as a minotaur."

Soruman Copperbeard followed Tasia with the barrel like an instructor and greeted Annan for the first time.

This has never been the case before.

When the dwarf wanted to say something, Fast came down the steps: "Aren't you going back?" ”

"I'm coming to see Tasia."

Annan examined her wounds, and when they did not deteriorate, he said goodbye to them and went home with Martin.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Soruman Copperbeard was puzzled by Fast's interruption, "I'm sure he's not one of those pedantic aristocrats. ”

"What's the use of telling him? Let a boy of unknown origin join a group that has disappeared? ”

Fast stood on the edge of the oil lamp, unable to see his face clearly, "I know you saw a nice child, but it's all over...... Our faith is long gone. ”

Soruman Copperbeard muttered reluctantly, "Maybe he guessed it." ”

……

Early the next morning, Martin's 10 copper coin bonus and Annan's 10 copper coin salary were exchanged for a hearty breakfast. Annan arrived at the library with freshly baked soft bread.

It wasn't long before the old man, whose clothes were never wrinkled, appeared on time on the street with a cane.

"Solved?"

"Solved."

Annan took the key and opened the door, where he found Mr. Victor staring at the fragrant bag of bread.

"Mr. Victor, would you like to eat some?"

The answer to him was the figure of Victor walking by.

Annan put the bread on the table carelessly, opened the window to ventilate first, and cleaned up.

Few people came to the library during this time of the morning, so Annan took advantage of the gap to eat breakfast, washed it, dried it with a handkerchief, and made sure that there was no trace of grease before picking up "Mage to the Left Warlock to the Right" and turning to the page with the bookmark in it.

Whew, knock –

Annan looked up and saw Mr. Victor tapping on the bookshelf with his cane,

"Have you washed up?"

"Washed." Annan raised his palm and said.

Then Victor pointed his cane at the dust scattered in the sun.

"You didn't clean up the dust."

"Uh......"

The stubborn old man is a little more unreasonable today than usual. Annan said tentatively, "...... I ask Aunt Susan to make more bread tomorrow?" ”

Then Mr. Victor did not come to his "trouble" again.

Annan, who had appeased the old man, continued not to bear the burden for a day.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

Little Wincht is here today.

"Hmm." Annan was anxious to share his joy with others: "I helped someone in need. ”

That gentle and warm smile made little Wincht stunned, and began to examine whether he had too much prejudice against Annan.

She's a very actionable person—as evidenced by the fact that she failed to apply for an administrator job and came to the library every day. So that afternoon, after the library was closed, little Winchet rode in a carriage to the tavern.

The noise and smell of alcohol in the tavern made her a little uncomfortable, and it was Annan, who was dressed fancyly and skillfully greeting the women, who made her frown deeply.

"Little Wincht?" Annan was a little surprised when he saw the girl at the door, "Why are you here?" ”

The girl gazed deeply at Annan and reiterated the warning she had warned that day in the tavern: "Aunt Margaery has been deceived by you, but I will not ...... I will never allow Aunt Margaery to bring you into the Wincht family. ”

Squeak –

The lute came to an abrupt end with a cacophony of noise.

When—

The empty wine glass, which the elite fighters couldn't hold, fell to the floor.