A horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of the library.

Annan took the two stacks of books from the coachman's hand and returned to the library to unpack the brown paper bags before the carriage could kick up the dust, expertly arranging them into the shelves by category.

Nowadays, the books in the bookcase are no longer as haphazard as they used to be. The solemn history of war and erotic literature are placed side by side, and fairy tale books and geographical chronicles are placed side by side.

As for in alphabetical order......

Frankly, Annan and Victor were guarding a library that no one had come to. The only people who will step through the door are the local aristocracy, the wealthy, and the travelers passing through the town.

The former never came to read books - they just did what their parents told them to do with Mr. Victor, or to become Mr. Victor's magical apprentice. For example, Wincht Jr.

Most crucially, Mr. Victor did not give him more salary.

The light that poured into the library shifted, and the carriage blocking the doors and windows drove away.

Annan came to Mr. Victor's side in the quiet library: "Mr. Victor, I have a friend who also wants to come to the library to read. ”

"What are the rules for visitors to the library?" The ancient book, made of runes that Annan couldn't read, was turned to the next page.

There are no visitor rules, and the library does not prohibit any visitors.

"But she's not human......"

Annan told Victor that Tasia was a half-minotaur.

Mr. Victor ignored Annan, but his attitude spoke for itself.

That night, Annan, who had entered the cellar, told Tasia the good news.

"Thank you, Annan."

The firelight shone on Tasia's eyes, which were no longer numb.

"Nothing...... I'll come to you tomorrow morning. ”

Annan hurried out of the cellar.

Guy was a little special tonight - the bard spoke of the finale of "Law Breaks the Sky".

The drinkers ignore Evelyn's adorable bunny ears, and the women don't care about Fast's muscular figure, they are quiet and focused, immersed in the minstrels' tales.

When the bard put an end to this story that lasted for half a month, he played the lute and sang to the soothing sound: "In Hirabayashi Town, in Breeze City, above the sea of clouds, the fire spirits soar—"

Annan changed the original work to be closer to another world, and the bard changed it to be closer to life on the basis of Annan.

What kind of stories are more likely to resonate?

The answer is something that comes around you.

So in the Bard's story, Sean's family became the town of Hirabashi, and Utan City was the city of Breeze, and the time of all this happened was hundreds of years ago. As for whether Hirabayashi Town existed at that time, it didn't matter at all.

It's like a drunkard doesn't care what the hell is the crumbs at the bottom of rye.

There was no lively shouting, and the mood of the guests fell into a melancholy calm as the sound of the piano passed.

Until the bard's fingertips ran through the strings, and the veil called cheerfulness swept through the hearts of everyone in the tavern and reinvigorated them. Fast frowned slightly, but did not resist the positive emotion.

"What do you want to say about the people who brought us stories?" The bard said with a smile.

As if the spotlight fell, the eyes of everyone in the tavern were focused on Annan at the same time.

Annan, who was completely unprepared, was slightly stunned, and reluctantly said with his gaze: "I hope that "Law Breaks the Sky" can be published. ”

"I've got your back!"

"I'll buy a copy!"

"Me too!"

"If there is a cave in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, I also want a copy!"

The guests shouted in the excitement. As for whether you can read it, and whether you have money to buy books...... The former is not important, the atmosphere is already in place. As for the latter, most of the people who often mingle in taverns are the out-of-work and middle-class. They can't come up with much money, but spending a few dozen copper coins on a book is not a problem.

It just so happened that there was a traveling merchant who was going to Breezy City in the tavern, and after listening to the story vividly told by the bard, watching the enthusiasm of the guests and Annan's speech, he happened to stand up and say that he would bring this story to the bookstore in Breezy City.

The town of Hirabayashi is so small, even if there is one person for every hundred people who buys books, there are only thirty or forty people.

Cheers and toasts poured into the wandering merchant.

The traveler negotiated business as quickly as he walked through every town. In the presence of everyone in the tavern, Annan and the traveling merchant signed a contract with the legal effect of the Allen Continent. The traveling merchant will sell "Law Breaking the Sky" and get a share of Annan's profits, and Annan will receive the reward paid in advance by the traveling merchant - exactly one gold coin.

But Fast accepted the money for Annan.

Annan was a little puzzled, but didn't say anything.

The traveling merchant will also stay here for a day, giving Annan time to revise and completely localize "Law Breaking the Sky".

Like the tranquility of the curtain down, the late-night tavern becomes a soothing place with only the sound of the lute piano.

Annan leaned over to the bard.

"You already knew?"

Annan guessed that he used inspirational tricks in his storytelling.

"The tavern can't do without me, so I can only let others run away." The bard did not deny it.

The familiar sound of boots came from behind him, and Mr. Fast also walked over: "Taking too much money will cause you trouble, put it here with me first." ”

Annan almost guessed the reason and asked him, "Where am I going to test my qualifications?" ”

"Breeze, but I suggest you go and ask Mr. Victor first."

With the opportunity so close at hand, Annan couldn't sleep, and even wanted to knock on Mr. Victor's door late at night—it was almost dawn when he fell asleep.

Come to the library in good spirits, unlock the door, and clean up happily. When Mr. Victor arrived, Annan was about to say something.

"Lock the door and follow me." Victor said.

Confused, Annan locked the door to the library and followed Victor to the basement.

The old man took a wooden box from his bosom and placed it on the table, opening it - an irregular dim crystal lay quietly at the bottom of the box.

"A Philosopher's Stone with Perception can be used 50 times." Mr. Victor's tone remained stilted and stiff, "It's been used 49 times. ”

Annan inexplicably thought that the perception technique was a three-ring magic, and elite mages could cast spells, and a non-attribute magic stone was worth 3 gold. The Perception Philosopher's Stone can be used 50 times each time it tests a gold coin, which is equivalent to 50 gold. Aside from the cost, a Perception Magic Stone netted 47 gold......

Then Annan threw the idea of the copper smell out of his mind.

Mages make money fast and spend money faster.

Annan asked unexpectedly, "Is this what you prepared for me?" ”

"Here's what I have for the rats in the gutter."

Annan took a deep breath and placed his hand on the Philosopher's Stone.

A slightly cool touch came into the palm of his hand, and he felt the Philosopher's Stone light up with a faint and dim glow.

This means that Annan's magic affinity is 0.

As if a cruel joke of fate, the two people in the library can only be mage apprentices.