"For me?"

Fast on the other side nodded.

Annan picked up this gilded invitation letter that was worth a lot of money, and unconsciously rubbed the rough gold sand on the surface, and Fast had to remind him again to make Annan remember to open it.

[To: His Excellency Warlock Annan.]

We cordially invite you to a banquet tonight at the mayor's mansion.

- Mayor Hassant Midkin

However, the content is just plain ink writing.

"Why did you invite me?"

Annan identified the name of "Lord Warlock" as himself.

"Because you're already a 'big shot' like us."

Fast liked Annan. He has a strong intellectual curiosity, an unbiased friendliness, and a status as a warlock. Only the stupidity of common sense made him unable to understand......

"Because of the Warlock?"

Annan really didn't have much of a concept. It's all to blame for not putting much effort into this identity. Whether it's being adopted by Aunt Susan or getting two jobs, it's just to survive in this world.

Even though many of the contents of the Library and the Warlock's Codex reminded Annan that the caster equaled the nobility, he still didn't have much of a concept, such as the privileges and lavish life of the nobility...... For Annan, he suddenly became a warlock, like a newcomer preparing to explore the dungeon, who found a treasure chest at the entrance of the cave that should be guarded by the boss monster - should he continue to explore the dungeon, or should he go home?

"Because of the Warlock."

Fast nodded. "Mr. Victor is just an apprentice mage, why do you think he can live in Rich Street and open a library?"

"Because of his knowledge?"

"Where does his knowledge come from?"

"His identity."

"That's why." Fast reached out and dusted Annan's collar, "So even if you dress like the poor all day and mingle with the poor, you are still a noble spellcaster." You think the Warlock Preservation Society is a fiction? ”

Annan wouldn't think so...... The Warlock's Codex explicitly writes about the Warlock Conservation Society, a paranoid and crazy group that spans multiple worlds. It's not just that if you're a warlock, you're going to love them to death.

It's just that Pinglin Town is a small place, Breeze City is not that big, and the Kingdom of Rekanr is also a poor and remote country.

"Shall I go to the appointment?"

Annan intended to ask Mr. Fast for advice.

"You can refuse them as you like. As I can imagine, there was nothing but praise and courtship at the banquet. ”

Fast did not want him to go, and the bard had the opposite opinion.

Annan has never seen real prosperity, even if he has been to Breeze City once. Let's just say that the bard complained about the tavern countless times. In the Dawn Tavern, there are only guests, only drinking, and nothing can be done.

And a real tavern would be: part-time newspaper taking, mixed gangs, guests of all races, name-calling and brawls, smoky second floors, and glamorous naked girls.

"If you don't understand anything, then you understand it. The cost is also part of the growth. ”

Like a woman's slender fingers running through the strings, the bard sang about the drunken dreams of the southern aristocracy:

"Cut the lamb to reveal a suckling pig; The suckling pig was dissected, revealing a white goose; Peel off the white goose to reveal a tuna; Cut open the belly of the fish to reveal a young duckling; Tear open the ducklings and you'll be caught in the delicious eggs. The aristocrats threw away the lambs, the suckling pigs, the white geese, the tuna, and the ducklings, just to enjoy the pearl of the bringing......"

The bard's chant made some guests tempted to order something to eat.

"Are these true?"

Annan had a new understanding of the waste and extravagance of the aristocracy.

"Fake."

Then the bard continued: "Just lambs and eggs? Are you insulting those 'nobles'? ”

"Titan meat, unicorns, dragon eggs...... These are the parts of the dish that are thrown away, to put it plainly, just so that the common people can understand. ”

The farther inland the south, the more extravagant the wind prevailed, and the more popular the Joy God system became. It is said that some towns were so exaggerated that even neutral deities such as the goddess of wealth could not stand it and withdrew from the church. It is only a matter of time before they are corrupted.

"Those professionals just sit on the sidelines?"

"No, it won't. They will join in, too. ”

The bard's narrative is like an aristocracy rotten to the bone. He also gave an example: "If a nobleman suddenly appears now, and he sees your potential and bears all your future expenses only to protect his family, will you agree?" ”

Yesterday's Annan may have refused, but after knowing the cost of the face, he ......

"Wooing, enticing, marrying, threatening, using all means to tie you to the family, don't pay attention to anything, just grow your strength, it's like ...... Pigs in captivity. Then, as the carnival reached its apex, it instantly collapsed. ”

The emotional bard has decided to tell a story tonight:

Five months ago, a southern city-state was overrun by a rat tide. While two towering mage towers stand tall and home to hundreds of thousands of noble privateers and professionals, the legendary mage has spread a legendary defensive shield in the city. But when the terrifying rat tide stretched for hundreds of miles across the land, when the cavity blasted out by the mage array was buried by the rat people one after another, when the legendary defensive shield crawled with a swarm of gnawing rats, when the bloated and towering mage tower collapsed, this city with a population of hundreds of thousands was quietly annihilated like a papyrus under a storm.

The bard's description comes to life, the guests forget to drink, and the food cools.

"Are these true?"

Annan still asked, and the bard said it was true, but I don't know where it happened or how far away.

"Coming with the wind again?" Fast teased him, "Looks like the gust of wind is strong enough." ”

Most of the guests thought the same way, because the south was so far away for them that many would never leave their county for the rest of their lives.

Annan did not.

There is no reason for a bard to deceive it, and for the bard profession, "coming with the wind" means a revelation from the gods—a real story.

He thought the world was safe enough, but now it was only overall security. To the individual, their life and death are insignificant.

Annan decided to go to the appointment, and then ran to the cellar to find Sorumman Copperbeard and give him the invitation to help melt it into gold nuggets. Back at the tavern, he met the bard who persuaded Fast and Annan to join him at the banquet.

"I didn't want to go to a boring party...... "Sighing Fast looked at Annan's sackcloth coat, "I'm going to buy a dress tomorrow." ”

"I don't have ...... money"

"I'll lend you."

After the spooky rat tide story, the bard tells an inspirational story to ease the mood of the guests. Annan hadn't paid attention, but at some point he heard the bard say, "It's the time you spend on the roses that make them important." ”

Annan side-eyed.