The cheerful tune of the lute flows through the tavern.

Too lazy to tell a story to an empty tavern, the bard plays the piano at will.

It hadn't rained yet, but the lingering clouds stopped the guests, except for the drunkards.

Fast leaned against the counter as usual, skimming over Annan who was passing by, his lazy expression gradually frozen.

"You've learned to cast spells?"

"Is it obvious?"

"I've seen spellcasters ......"

"They look hungry and tired when their magic runs out," said Fast. ”

Annan didn't feel tired or hungry, and he couldn't imagine what his "hunger and thirst" would look like.

Resisting the urge to find a mirror, Annan hesitated and said, "The spell was successful but it doesn't seem to be successful......"

The problem Annan faced was not written in the Warlock's Codex.

The sound of the piano stopped, and Annan then recounted the release of the spell to summon Wood, and then asked, "Does this have anything to do with Wood helping me speed up the magic vortex?" ”

"You should ask more professional people, I'm just a fighter." Fast asked Evelyn to bring his coat, "I'll accompany you to Mr. Victor's." ”

"What about the tavern work?" Annan asked as he unbuttoned his apron.

Fast said helplessly: "You are already a spellcaster, and you still want to continue to work as a waiter in the tavern?" ”

Annan hadn't realized what being a warlock would bring to him.

"Are you ready?"

"Prepare what?"

"When you go home tonight, you'll be woken up at dawn."

Fast slowly narrates:

"When you come to the window, you will see the aristocratic and wealthy merchants you have never seen before appear at the door, and the carriage with gifts will block the whole street. Then, the people you've been in contact with in the past will be turned over like trash, and your likes and weaknesses will be found through them. Finally, through coercion and inducement, either become a certain family and a rich man, or work for them. ”

Almost when Annan was associated with the loss of freedom as a warlock, Fast patted him on the shoulder: "Don't scare you, the nobles' hands can't reach here, at least in Hirabayashi Town, no one dares to snatch you from Mr. Victor." ”

Annan's two jobs, one boss is an elite-level warrior, and the other boss is a top 100 mage apprentice in the Rikanr Kingdom.

As well as Fast, they have never given up their curiosity about Annan's identity - on the one hand, his appearance is no different from that of the most pampered upper class, and on the other hand, he knows nothing about common sense.

Annan remembered something: "I told Aunt Susan when I became a warlock. ”

"Either no one believed her, or she didn't tell anyone."

Annan guessed that it was the latter, and Aunt Susan would really not show off in order to protect him.

"Evelyn, look after the store."

Fast turned around and said goodbye, and went out with Annan.

Rushing to the rich street, the windows of Victor's house were still lit, and soon after Annan knocked on the door, Mr. Victor, who was carrying an oil lamp, opened the door with a coat over his pajamas.

“…… Did you cast a spell? ”

It seems that anyone can see Annan's identity.

"Hmm...... But something seems to have happened. ”

Mr. Victor turned and walked into the room, followed by Annan and Fast, who sat down in the wooden chairs in the drawing-room.

"What's going on?"

Annan said again about casting spells but summoning Wood.

"Your friend is also a warlock?"

"What do you mean?"

Fast didn't understand, only Annan knew that it was Mr. Victor who said "I have a friend" before sarcastically mocking him.

"Do you remember the difference between a mage and a warlock?"

Annan thought for a moment and said, "The mage needs a lot of preparation to release the spell, and the warlock only needs to imagine?" ”

"Your friend is still asking me why?"

"I ...... I would like to ask my friend, how can I avoid this kind of mistake? ”

Victor simply told Annan that it would take hundreds or thousands of failures for the mage to construct spells. Countless mage apprentices have suffered setbacks at this step, and have been stopped in front of the unattainable magic halls.

But Annan easily overtook them, and stepped into the temple with one foot, and could enjoy the beauty of the temple.

"You can cast a spell once." Fast said suddenly.

"Here?"

The remaining mana should be enough to unleash a low-level summon. But this is Mr. Victor's home...... The old man was too.

Summoning Wood is fine, but if you summon some other evil creature......

"Don't underestimate Mr. Victor, if he wants no one in the town to beat him, and this room is constantly equipped with defensive magic."

"So powerful?"

Annan looked in amazement at the old man in his pajamas with a cloud and rabbit pattern.

"Cast a spell." Mr. Victor even sat in a chair.

This gave Annan unprecedented confidence, and he even looked forward to summoning demons to make the two of them happy...... Then it was thrown out of my head again. Who knows if the Warlock's "Search" will actually summon demons.

Annan recalled how he felt when he summoned Wood, tweaking it slightly, removing the vampire part and imagining elemental creatures outside the main plane.

The mana accumulated in the magic vortex plummeted to nearly dryness, and as the summoning spell took shape, the phantom gradually appeared—

"Summoning me at this time to get a new blood ......"

Wood felt familiar, but then he sensed two unfamiliar, threatening auras.

“…… You betrayed me!! ”

The screaming Wood was just about to turn into a shadow when an old voice rang out: "Living rope technique." ”

A rope emerges out of thin air and wraps around Wood, turning it into a writhing maggot that falls to the ground.

"Mr. Victor, Wood is not an enemy."

"I'm just afraid that the little bat will scare me to death." Mister Victor frowned at the twisted, howling vampire who was tortured or about to be slaughtered. "Annan, shut him up."

"Mr. Victor and Mr. Fast didn't mean to hurt you." Wood still writhing, and Annan had no choice but to continue: "The vampire hunter has left town, and you are safe. ”

Wailing and writhing, Wood suddenly stopped: "Really? ”

"Really." Annan introduced Wood: "This is Mr. Victor, the tavern owner. This is Mr. Victor, uh a mage. ”

At this time, the old man Victor found the problem: "Don't let it help you accelerate the magic vortex in the future." You are not skilled in casting spells and are easily influenced. ”

"I see."

Then his attention fell to Wood: "There aren't many vampires in the north, can you give me some blood for research?" ”

"Death doesn't make a vampire hand over his own blood!" Wood flatly refused.

"You're weak now, I can offer you some human blood."

"When do you need my blood? I can now! ”

Victor ignored the excited Wood and set his eyes on Annan.

"Are you ready?"