Meditation is indeed a substitute for sleep, and Annan wakes up without the slightest bit of sleepiness.

It's just that the cost is about 50 silver coins overnight.

The girl in Morrowind Tavern who believes in the "elven blood" only needs 6 silver coins.

Breakfast was minced meat and soft bread with a small plate of pickles. Aunt Susan's handling of the meat was rusty, or rather, the process from the time it was cut off until it was alive — there was no way to get rid of the smell of meat. Fortunately, the baked bread with a slightly crispy crust and crispy pickles washed away the fishy taste of the pork itself.

Annan gave up the idea of buying a random gift to deceive Mr. Victor and went out with a pound of bread prepared for him. He won't really be angry if he forgets to bring a gift to the old man, and lying to him is asking for trouble.

Opening the library door and putting the bread in Victor's sunny corner, Annan began to clean up, and watched Mr. Victor enter the library on time at nine o'clock, retract into the wooden chair, and after a while, the smell of bread wafted from behind the invisible chair—

After cleaning the library, putting the dust in the dustpan, Annan wiped his palms with a wet handkerchief, returned to his desk and opened the Warlock's Codex.

The current progress is "Charm Chapter", hmm...... Following the meditation chapter, Annan's favorite part.

[There is a misconception about warlocks, that we are always swaying around with exuberant emotions and bodily fluids, from red dragons to gnomes, there are no creatures we reject, and there are ten times more erotic novels about warlocks than mages and warriors and bards combined...... This is blatant prejudice, and we are not promiscuous. Just because of our damn charm. Both Bloodline Warlocks and Awakened Warlocks have an irresistible attraction for other races...... You should have heard that elves are ugly to humans, dwarves are thin and thin, and giants are not as big as young giants' tintin, but the charm of a warlock will make up for these problems. 】

[So, don't feel inferior to this, this is one of the advantages of the warlock standing at the apex of all professions——]

After reading this part, Annan fell into deep thought.

Tasia and Soruman Copperbeard didn't show forbidden feelings for themselves for the time being. Aside from the possible exaggeration of the Codex, perhaps because Annan was not yet a qualified warlock—the magic vortex he had meditated on was not yet stable for spellcasting.

Then, for the next ten days, Annan's life was stable: he spent the day going back and forth between the library and the tavern and Aunt Susan's house.

It's just that there's still a long way to go before you can unleash a low-level summoning spell. Occasionally, Annan, who wanted to save money, would try to meditate in the library, or not use magic materials, but it didn't work well, or it didn't work.

Whenever he recalls yesterday's traction, he is dragged out of his meditation by the insignificant sound of flipping books, wind whistles, and sounds outside the streets.

Lindy didn't come today, and there weren't many visitors to the library. There was a commotion in the streets at noon, and I don't know what was happening.

In the afternoon, Mr. Victor's elongated shadow flickered slightly.

It's tea time for Victor. Usually at this time, the old man would walk to the restaurant next door to buy a cup of coffee on crutches. Since Annan came...... In short, Annan took the 20 copper coins given by Victor to the restaurant next door.

This clean restaurant with a style on par with Breeze City is located in Hirabayashi Town, and predictably there are not many customers. But if you laugh at the boss for being stupid, the boss will only laugh at you for not having a brain-

As the only "aristocratic" restaurant in the town, the rich would order food here, and the commoners would also take pride in having a meal here, and there was no shortage of business at all.

The waiter was already familiar with Annan, the dark-haired boy who was both special and neighborly, asked the cook to bring the prepared coffee, and then continued to chat with his companion: "The mayor didn't let them in, and they were kicked out by the guards. ”

"A bunch of monsters still want to enter the town?"

In a few words, Annan heard a group of minotaurs coming to Pinglin Town.

They came because of Tasia?

Annan picked up his coffee and thought about returning to the library.

After an afternoon of wandering in the sea of books, the clock rang, and Annan bounced up like a goblin spring under his buttocks, rushed to the door, and waited for Mr. Victor, whose old face was full of disgust, to go out and lock the door.

On the way to the tavern, he gradually made up the information from the passers-by, such as the fact that there was indeed a group of minotaurs, and they were camping outside the town. Many townspeople were peddling their wares, which were half or even twice as expensive as in the town.

When Annan arrived at the tavern, he saw Tasia, who had always been hiding in the cellar, huddled in front of the wine table, and Soruman Copperbeard next to him dangling his dangling legs.

"Tasia, you know?"

Tasia nodded, she was waiting for Annan.

"Are they coming for you?"

Tasia shook her head again. The Minotaur values her clan, but she was born into human society and lost her parents.

"Their destination is the snow-capped mountains, to ward off the northern tides...... Damn arrogant humans! Cough...... I'm not talking about you. ”

Soruman Copperbeard's anger was understandable, as the humans didn't even let these guards into the town because they were minotaurs.

At this time, Annan saw a burden next to Tasia.

"You want to go back to the Clan?"

"I hope you will allow ......" Tasia half-knelt down in front of Annan, but looked directly at him.

"You don't need to listen to anyone's orders anymore......" Annan shook his head slightly, a little reluctant but still said: "If the Minotaur accepts you and you live better over there." ”

But in reality, it may be that humans will not accept Tasia, and the minotaurs will not accept her. Because Tasia is half human in the minotaur and half in the human being the minotaur.

She was an outlier in every ethnic group.

"And you have to know that these minotaurs are going to the snowy mountains......"

Annan didn't know much about the situation in the north of Breeze City, only that the other side of the snow-capped mountain was a territory occupied by demons.

"It grows in blood and fire." Tasia stood up.

Annan also glanced at the "Bastard" borrowed by Tasia out of curiosity, and he happened to remember this passage written on the title page.

"Alright then, I'll go with you." Annan said to ask Soruman Copperbeard to take a leave of absence for himself and Fast.

"Wait a minute."

After coming out, Annan stopped Tasia, who wanted to go straight to the Minotaur camp, and first bought two 100-pound bags of semolina flour with her at the market and came out of town.

The bullheads fenced off a camp with felt tents scattered among them. Some townspeople were pushing carts or baskets outside the camp to sell.

"I'll negotiate with them......"

Annan reminded Tasia and approached a minotaur with thick horns.

The minotaur spotted Tasia coming. It clenched its fist and tapped its forehead under the horns.

Tasia put down the flour and did the same thing.

The attitude of the minotaur suddenly became euphoric and excited. Annan guessed that this was the action that every minotaur who identified with his identity would do.

The good news is that the Minotaurs did not repel Tasia.

But Annan may be losing a friend.