"A couple of good news, a couple of bad news."

In the hall of the Dawn Tavern, which was not yet open, Fast, the Bard, Soruman Copperbeard, Tasia, Martin, and Evelyn gathered around Annan.

"Let's start with the good news." Fast said, leaning against the window and bathing in the sunset.

Annan exhaled sullenly: "Mr. Victor now has an apprentice. ”

"Very good...... Very good ......" the bard muttered excitedly, even wanting to play the lute, and Fast shut up the bard and told Annan to continue, "What about the bad news? ”

"Mr. Victor's apprentice is not me, it's Wincht Jr."

The bard's smile froze, Soruman Brass drooped his chest, Evelyn felt sorry for him, and Tasia was silent, except for Martin who turned his head around and asked who little Wincht was.

"The second piece of good news."

"Mr. Victor provided me with a qualification test."

The bard thought for a moment and said, "Well, not a disciple of Mr. Victor, though. But it's not bad to be a magic apprentice? ”

"You're a mage apprentice now?" Soruman Brass asked, clutching her thick beard.

Annan shook his head and said, "I didn't pass the test, I'm just an ordinary person." ”

The crowd expressed undisguised disappointment. In particular, the sensual bard and dwarf Soruman Copperbeard was even sadder than Annan had seen the Philosopher's Stone not glowing.

"Any good news?" Only Fast remained calm.

Suddenly, Martin shouted angrily, "Who the is called Little Wincht!" ”

No one paid any attention to him, and they waited for Annan to continue:

"Mr. Victor said I had a talent for being a warlock."

No one cheered, they continued to stare at Annan: "What about the bad news? ”

"Nope."

Annan smiled and spread out his palms.

However, the ups and downs of emotions made them completely lose the mood to celebrate at this time.

The bard snorted, running his fingernails across the strings. "The kegs of beer from the caravan haven't been moved to the cellar yet." Soruman Copperbeard takes Tasia back to the cellar. Evelyn's face flushed with excitement, but she quietly clenched her fists because no one was cheering.

"Whew!!"

Martin clutched his head in pain.

"Aunt Susan must be sad that you didn't become an apprentice in magic......"

……

"What do you know about warlocks?"

Mr. Victor's furrowed cheeks looked like an evil witch under an oil lamp.

"Warlocks tap into the power of bloodline and awakening. Compared to mages, they don't need tedious and complicated learning to cast spells, and even release spells directly, but they are not as comprehensive as mages......"

Mr. Victor didn't say anything, and Annan had to continue: "They are natural spellcasters, hmm...... The power of bloodline and awakening also gives them an attraction that is different from ordinary people...... And this works for other races as well......"

Annan suddenly felt that he was a natural warlock.

"There's basically nothing wrong with that."

Although Mr. Victor almost wrote "narrow thoughts" in his face.

He is qualified to do so. Although Mr. Victor is a mage and an apprentice, the knowledge he has is by no means comparable to that of Annan, who has only watched this book "Mage to the Left and Warlock to the Right".

Just a simple comparison: Annan stumbled over a week to watch "Mage to the Left and Warlock to the Right," and Mr. Victor is in his sixties...... If he had read a book of "Mage to the Left and Warlock to the Right" every month since he was twenty years old, he had read more than five hundred books by now-

"And what about the mage?" Victor asked again.

"A spellcaster who has a magical affinity and can learn to cast spells." Annan replied skillfully. "Through tedious learning and understanding of magic, construct a spell model and finally release the spell."

There are far more mages than warlocks. If 1,000 out of every 100,000 people can become warriors, 10 will become mages, and only 1 in 10 warlocks.

It's not powerful, it's simply scarce.

And nine out of ten of these one-tenths of warlocks are bloodline warlocks.

For example, as a kobold of the dragon descendant, the probability of inheriting the ancestral bloodline and awakening the dragon vein warlock is extremely high.

Then the old man drove Annan out of the basement.

Annan didn't think anything was wrong with the answer, so he blamed it on Victor's stubborn temper. He didn't ask what to do next—most likely tomorrow morning he would come to the library and see on the table the warlock's tips that the old man had spent all night copying.

This old man will always do things that are good for you, and people can't be grateful at all-

……

In the evening, Fast watched Annan busy in the tavern.

A mage's apprentice can be narrowly understood as a mage's assistant, servant, and subordinate. So it's not surprising that they work part-time outside the home, and many famous archmages have had the experience of working part-time to make money, because they are really short of money.

But let a warlock apprentice...... Warlocks do not have apprentices. To be a Warlock is to be able to cast spells.

Let a Warlock be a waiter, and the Warlock Protection Association will know that he, an elite warrior, may be stuffed into the Bottomless Abyss or thrown into the Void Star Domain.

But Annan insisted on doing it - the warlock also had to make money, not to mention that he couldn't cast spells yet.

At this time, Annan was like a poor boy who went to the big city on a big boat to pan for gold, and was shipwrecked, washed up by the waves on the island, and found a treasure buried under the sand.

This lucky guy skipped the hard work, and now he just needs to move the treasure off the island-

"Mr. Fast, I have a question."

"I can't answer the Warlock question."

"It's not a warlock problem." Annan asked curiously, "Have you ever been a member of an organization?" ”

Fast's body lazily leaning against the wooden pillar suddenly tensed: "Mr. Victor told you?" ”

"No, the son of a rich man named Horn."

Annan casually said that "Tasia met the rich man's child in the library and moved out of Fast herself, but the guy seemed to know Fast's identity and muttered something".

"I'll talk to his father." Fast said.

I don't know if the boy from another world will dream of the belt.

Annan had no problem and continued to be busy in the tavern.

"Fast, go look in the mirror." The bard said to him, "Your face is all over you right now, 'Shall I tell that kid the truth?'"

Fast, who was still hesitating, let go of the entanglement: "The dust should be swept into the garbage heap." ”

The tavern closed, and Annan and Martin returned home, sleeping peacefully, in a mood that was diametrically opposed to the depression of the previous night.

The next morning, Annan, who woke up, would tell Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin the good news that he would be a warlock. If nothing else, the news will spread throughout the town in the evening.

Leaving the house after breakfast, Annan listened to the people on the street talk about the new things in the town:

It is said that an elf appeared in the town.