Annan thought that Mr. Victor's "Are you ready" was the same thing as Fast.

As a result, by the next day, he was not woken up, nor did he see the scene of the crowd. Thankfully, but regretfully, he was labeled as Victor and Fast, and there was no fool who wanted to take it from his mouth.

I didn't even get acquainted with gift-giving.

Annan touched the dozen copper coins in his pocket, thinking about how many poor warlocks he still had, and came to the library.

Only Lindy bowed her head coldly when she came to the library, and told Annan that he had become a warlock - leaving aside the "unrequited love" between Annan and her aunt, the mage and the warlock themselves did not like each other.

Annan thought that "are you ready" meant that she was ready to become a warlock.

The answer is no.

Spellcasting means leaving the magic apprentice for the mage, as the spell model is absolutely accurate. As long as you successfully cast a spell once, the next spell can be released even if you sleep. Warlocks are not, their "searching" adds a huge amount of inaccuracies, and the slightest change can make a spell deviate from expectations, as Annan is a stark example.

A mage is like a meticulous machine, but it takes time to make a machine. Warlocks, on the other hand, are craftsmen who can make finished products with one hand.

Last night, the Bard told him a story about the Warlock: a mercenary group with Warlocks was fighting demons, and the Warlocks cast a high-level summoning spell, but the Demon Overseers, who were blocked by the warriors, suddenly disappeared and appeared in the back row of the Warlocks' summoning array, surrounded by mages, priests, and rangers.

The end result was that no one survived the mercenary group.

Annan asked him how the story of the life of the unborn had been handed down, and the bard mysteriously said that it was a story brought by the wind.

Wood gradually became less weak because he did not have to continue to be crushed by Annan, although his recovery was slow due to the blood of his livestock.

The next day, Annan, who had not yet shaken off the shadow of "low-level summoning" and turned into "vampire summoning", suspected that "are you ready" may refer to the ghost of Wood for a long time to come.

The bard laughed at him for this as a good thing - the one-ring spell "Low Summon" could only summon small monsters such as kobolds and lizardmen, and vampires were at least humanoid or magical creatures, with few drawbacks other than being unable to control them as summons and not being female vampires.

Wood kept whispering in Annan's ear when to bring human blood. Livestock blood is like black bread, it can only make people die, but disease and malnutrition can follow. For example, Wood can't even control tooth retraction right now.

He used "maybe he can recall more of the past after drinking blood" as an excuse, and Annan had to ask Wood again during the day, but the stubborn old man still asked him to wait.

At dusk, bringing the news to Wood, who was in an abandoned house, the vampire's look of being abandoned made Annan feel guilty.

"Victor...... Is his name right? Didn't he want my blood, I could give him a lot, as long as I brought me human blood...... Please......"

Wood's reaction reminded Annan of a sentence: I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.

If a vampire had never smelled human blood, it could have eaten animal blood.

"Well, I'll ask you again tomorrow."

Rushing to the tavern, Annan and Fast first went into the cellar and unleashed a low-level summoning spell in front of him and Soluman Copperbeard. This is what Mr. Fast asks - don't cast spells without protection until you have the right spells.

Soon after, a black-faced Wood slipped through the back door of the tavern.

After Wood appeared in the tavern cellar about twice a day, and so on six times, Annan received good news from Mr. Victor: Wood had the human blood he wanted.

It's in the dungeon.

Annan thought that Mr. Victor would coincide with his own thoughts: to draw blood from normal people. I didn't expect it to be with the blood of criminals.

Even so, that's fine......

Fast had laughed at Annan's stupidity for making vampires drink his own blood. Blood is the power of vampires, and they can use it to curse and perform sorcery at will.

But it also proves that Wood is not malicious, and that he doesn't know anything.

The condemned prisoner, one of the robbers who plundered the caravan on the way, was captured the other day and was executed today.

Punishing criminals is undoubtedly just, but using blood is slightly evil.

Annan waited outside the dungeon, and soon there were guards bringing a bucket of blood. Before the blood coagulated, he rushed to the abandoned house, and Annan, who was too lazy to waste time looking for Wood, directly cast a low-level summoning spell.

Wood emerges from the spatial rift.

Annan avoided the process of Wood's eating, only to know that when he went in again, the barrel was empty, and Wood looked slightly drunk and held the barrel, and said drunkenly: "I really want to know what dragon's blood tastes like." ”

"All I know is that if you drink dragon blood, you won't feel well."

"Why?"

"Dragon's Curse...... It seems that there is a price to pay for killing such a powerful creature. ”

"Blood doesn't work?" Wood woke up half bloody.

"A farmer's village that picked up dragon scales was destroyed by dragon magic the next day." Annan recalled, "The bard said it. But I guess unless you encounter a five-colored dragon that will be revenged, it is generally fine to have such a thing as dragon skin and dragon scales...... Just don't be discovered. ”

Then that night, in the tavern cellar, Annan once again unleashed a low-level summoning technique.

In general, Annan, who had just become a warlock, was unlikely to summon a more advanced magical creature like a vampire.

But he summoned Wood again.

"I sometimes wonder if I signed a contract with you......" Wood couldn't help but say.

Before leaving that day, Wood chatted with Mr. Fast for a while, and the next day, Annan heard the unexpected news that Wood had replaced himself as the tavern's new buddy.

"I helped someone who took my job?" Annan wondered if "are you ready" is this?

"You can charge a commission." Mr. Fast said, "Wood is paid 1 silver coin a week, a third of which is yours." ”

In addition, Annan of "Law Breaks the Sky" still takes it as usual.

No matter how long the meditation was, it had no effect, so Annan, who had free time to spend his evenings, had nothing to do.

During this time, Annan took out the note that Tasia had given him and asked Mr. Victor, but even the well-informed old man did not know.

If he's a mage, he's supposed to be working on a second spell model right now—

Annan, who thought that the first spell was barely learned, planned to learn the second spell.

In the morning, when Lindy came over, Annan asked her about the price of the low-ring summoning magic scroll.

Lyndy casually said a few: summon a lightning lizard, 56 gold, call a monster, 39 gold, summon a skeleton is cheaper, only 23 gold.

Annan finally realized what Mr. Victor meant by "Are you ready": ready to meet the expenses of the caster?

When he was still at a loss for money, an invitation was sent to Annan.