"Aunt Susan, this is for you."

Back at home, Annan handed Aunt Susan a brand-new floral dress, "I finally found the right size." ”

"Oh, I'm so moved, little Annan also brought me a gift." Aunt Susan's eyes were red, like a hungry brown bear.

Then there was Martin, who was squeezed next to Aunt Susan, and Annan took out the stick wrapped in vellum.

Martin eagerly snatched it and opened it, revealing a wooden sword that resembled the rapier that Mr. Fast was carrying.

Of course, the delicate Annan noticed Martin's gap, especially after becoming a warlock himself, he was no longer as silly as a pink starfish as before.

"Annan...... You'll be my cousin from now on! ”

"You can ask Fast for advice at your leisure, and maybe he'll take you as an apprentice." Annan said.

Although the odds are slim.

Ignoring Martin, who was moved by the wooden sword, Annan looked at Uncle Huo Lin, who was standing next to him and laughing.

Although Uncle Hollin didn't always speak, he cared for Annan no less than Aunt Susan, and he never complained about his expenses—

Annan took out a forged steel axe wrapped in rags: "I don't know what you like, so I bought you an axe and cut the most wood with the least effort." ”

Uncle Hollin took the axe, and continued to smile brightly.

Aunt Susan, who was holding a floral dress, suddenly showed a sad look: "Little Annan, are you going to leave us?" ”

"No...... Of course not. ”

Annan thought that meditation needed a quiet environment, but Martin didn't snore. The thought of arranging the ceremony was also going to be arranged, and Martin didn't bother.

He will continue to live with Aunt Susan.

Aunt Susan didn't know that Annan was back today, so she hurriedly went to buy some vegetables and meat while the market was still open. It's just that Martin can't eat, so he goes to work in the tavern with the wooden sword he can't put down.

Hopefully, Martin won't hold it when he delivers wine to guests. Thrown away by an angry Fast, there is no place to sell wooden swords in the town.

In the evening, Annan spent a happy dinner with Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin as if they were a family of three.

Returning to the familiar room and climbing into the bed that Aunt Susan had washed and dried, Annan tried again to meditate without borrowing magical materials-

Early in the morning, Annan woke up from his deep sleep and saw Martin sleeping on his bed, the quilt he was holding turned into a wooden sword, and saliva lying on the tip of the sword.

As you can imagine, when Martin wields this plague sword and fights Mr. Fast, Mr. Fast will increase agility by one and sanity by one.

Perhaps because he had gone to bed earlier than usual, the sun had not yet risen behind the treetops of the forest outside the town.

Annan walked out of the room and saw Uncle Hollin preparing to chop wood—he was holding a forged steel axe, but he was still carrying the rotten axe of the past.

"Uncle Holin, so that the new axe is useless......" Annan said helplessly. You don't have to look to know that you still have to use an old axe when chopping wood.

"Why didn't it work?" Uncle Hollin stroked the forged steel axe, "This axe is the envy of those woodcutters—"

Uncle Hollin's moment is incomparably similar to the noblewoman in the city who competes to see whose dress is better.

Annan had a breakfast while it was hot, and when the sun was shining along his forehead, Annan couldn't help but wonder if this world, which also had the moon and the sun, was it a parallel world to the earth, or another galaxy with similar moons?

But at least in the quiet of the night, Annan looked up and saw a strange starry sky.

Annan still arrived at the library ten minutes early, and Mr. Victor still arrived on time.

I didn't see him for a few days, and the old man didn't ask Annan if he had successfully meditated, but just gave him the key.

Taking the key, Annan opened the library door.

The fragrance of ink, which had not been heard for a long time, made Annan nostalgic and happy. He cleaned the floor and bookcase, then went over to Mr. Victor in the sun and asked him how to set up a meditation ritual.

"Devil eagle feathers, fluorescent grass, gnoll teeth......" Annan recited the magic materials of the basic ritual.

"Mash them in order, put them in a crucible, add an appropriate amount of water, and bring them to a boil over fine heat."

"How much is the right amount of water? How much is a fine fire? ”

Annan has been criticized for a long time - this world has multiplied so far, and there is no specific unit of measurement, a spoonful of ...... About...... 1/2 cup ...... One Palm...... Almost...... It's all intuitive.

"Enough water and fire to complete your meditation all night."

"Isn't it refining into a potion and drinking it?" Annan realized that there was something wrong with the meditation ritual and the imagination.

"Drink? Drinking that stuff will turn you into something weird. Mr. Victor quipped, "You can drink meditation potions, 5 gold a bottle." ”

"How many days does a bottle last?" Annan found potions much more convenient than arranging the ritual himself.

"Once."

That is, one day.

16 gold, which can be used for one month when exchanged for low-level magic materials, and can only be used for three days for potions......

Annan gave up the potion and wrote down the details of the meditation ritual as he listened. After Victor finished speaking, it was Annan's turn to tell about his experience in Breeze City. But when it came to the gifts he had bought for Aunt Susan's family, Mr. Victor suddenly snorted.

"Uh......"

Annan almost forgot that Mr. Victor was a strange old man who was sensitive and eager for love.

Sure enough, for the next whole day, Victor didn't give him a good face.

In the silence of the twilight, Annan locked the door to the library after Victor left, and bought a few pounds of bread and about half a pound of lamb for 20 copper coins to go home.

Aunt Susan complained a little about Annan's indiscriminate spending of money, and even wanted to give him money.

Annan rejected Aunt Susan. In the past, I didn't buy anything for my family because I saved money to test my qualifications, but now that I am a warlock, and in the face of the frequent cost of gold coins, there is no need to save these copper coins.

But the work of the tavern and library still has to be done.

Annan told Aunt Susan that she needed a separate room to meditate, and Aunt Susan agreed without hesitation—by the time he reacted, Martin's bed had already been moved to the wood room.

Taking advantage of the nightfall, Annan rushed to the tavern. Tasia wanted to return the mongrel, and Annan told her to go to the library tomorrow to change the book and go back to the kitchen to change the apron.

When the guests found out that Annan had returned, they encouraged him to change into aristocratic clothes again.

Annan almost agreed, if it weren't for the fact that there were only a few dozen copper coins.

Mr. Fast learned about Breezy from Soruman Copperbeard, and didn't ask Annan again.

Annan's second day back in Pinglin was spent in peace, and when he returned to Aunt Susan's house, Annan began the most important thing: meditation.

He first divided the magic materials into thirty portions according to the weight, then lit the firewood and put the magic materials into the cauldron in turn. After doing all this, Annan sat down in front of the fire and was guided by meditation -

Magical materials were piled up into meditation, and meditation caused Annan's perceptual tentacles to extend outward, gradually perceiving himself to turn into a miniature vortex, absorbing the magic power around him......

The night passed silently.