The wind blowing through the attic flipped the pages on the bedside table.

Annan, who was still putting the book away, turned his head to look, got up and went to the bedside table, and closed the notes that kept flipping through.

The memo "go to the south once in your lifetime" is gone in a flash.

The codex next to it was turned to the last page, and Annan swept the last content:

【…… Be wary of our natural predators, psionics. Their system is very different from ours, and they have the ability to exempt spells like a spellbreaker, and they are sharp and dangerous......]

Drop the Codex and press the Spider Bottle against it.

After flipping through the strange parts of the codex, the rest of the content began to become obscure.

Annan reads slowly, because many words and long sentences require time to think and accumulate knowledge.

Back at the wooden box, Annan continued to put the book on the shelf. These books were given to the library by Horn's father at the banquet, and were forwarded to Annan by Victor.

Nearly a hundred books were almost filled in wooden boxes, and it took Annan two days to sort them and put them on the shelves—and at the price of one silver coin each, the box was worth more than a gold coin.

Unfortunately, most of these books are popular literature, and even geographical history is rare.

Finally almost filling the bookcase, Annan pushed the empty wooden box into the corner and leaned into the bay window next to the bed.

The dark clouds that hung over the snowy mountains formed an umbrella cover, and he felt that old Zorren's leg would soon hurt again than he had seen earlier than he had seen earlier.

The movement of the spinning mill downstairs was inaudible. Annan remembers the story of Jenny's spinning machine, but how to improve it requires close proximity to the spinning wheel.

Annan was thinking about how to approach the spinning mill to observe, when there was a knock on the attic trapdoor.

Reaching out to close the window and placing the spider bottle on the windowsill, Annan opened the trapdoor and saw Soruman Copperbeard standing on the wooden ladder, with a man he hadn't seen in a long time.

"You're going to let the spellcaster live in a place like this?"

Michael, who had changed into a gray robe, wore a light brown mage robe, frowning and looking at the attic.

"I think it's good here." Annan really thinks so.

"Fast wrote to me saying you're looking for something to do." Confirming that Annan really liked it, Michael turned to say, "Interested in going to my place?" ”

"Mage Tower?"

"It's not. What you said that day stirred my fighting spirit, on the other hand. I'm not as gifted as that guy in terms of learning talent, but I can be a battlemage. Michael didn't see the slump he had at the Dawn Tavern that night, "I've formed a team of mercenaries. When you join, we can call the team 'Mage and Warlock'."

Annan was a little moved: "But I can only use low-level summoning skills now." ”

"Try this."

Michael threw Annan a magic scroll.

"The Mage's Hand."

Annan knew this spell, the 0-ring trick in the general spell, which allowed the caster to control things and carry things that weighed a few pounds. And as a trick, it should be possible to avoid the problem of "Annan can only summon".

It is indeed what Annan urgently needs.

"Thank you."

"I'll stay here for the next two days, and I'll tell you when I'm ready." Then Michael asked the dwarf Andrew if he was next door, "I'm going to see him, are you coming Annan?" ”

"Okay."

Standing on the stairs and locking the trapdoor, Annan followed Soruman Copperbeard and Michael straight into the tavern from the second-floor warehouse.

The girl of "one-tenth elf blood" was leaning against the guardrail with a tobacco, and her eyes lit up when she saw Annan, but she didn't dare to pull and talk, so she could only throw a wink.

Annan smiled shyly back and went downstairs to the hall.

“…… I stepped on the dragon skin carpet into the room, the dragon skin curtains were hung on the window, the bed was covered with dragon skin sheets, I took off my dragon skin coat and asked her to help take off my leather shoes, which were still dragon skin. ”

There was a staccato braggart wafting from the corner of the tavern, where there were not many guests. Andrew Luna leaned idly against the bar, saw them coming, beckoned him to sit down.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Nothing." Michael sat across from Andrew Luna and asked in a cross-sectional tone, "You came up with the idea to let Annan live here?" ”

"No, not exactly. Annan needs to be familiar with Breeze City. Faced with questioning, Andrew Luna smiled helplessly.

"Fast believes you, but I don't. I don't want to see you take advantage of him. Michael warned, ending the brief meeting and heading out of the tavern.

Annan, who couldn't interject, followed silently.

Andrew Luna didn't get angry, but asked the female dwarf suspiciously: "Is he on such a good relationship with Annan?" ”

"Michael almost gave up the mage path, and it was Annan who rekindled his fighting spirit."

"No wonder."

On the other side, Annan and Michael went back to the spinning mill from the outside.

Annan stared at the spinning wheels until he reached the second floor and asked Michael "What can a mercenary do, take a commission?" ”

"Almost."

Michael talked about what he's been doing lately. Sometimes it's looking for personal belongings and catching traitors, sometimes it's cleaning up nearby ghouls and lizardmen, or going into dungeons to search for treasures, joining a team of mercenaries in need of mages, and occasionally helping nobles find lost cats or parrots.

Spellcasters are the most popular among mercenary teams and usually take the most money, ranging from a few dozen silver coins to a few gold coins per commission.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Michael left, and Annan couldn't wait to tear open the scroll, and the invisible hand of the manipulator picked it up.

Thirty minutes later, the note, which was grasped by the mage's hand, fell from the sky and was caught by Annan.

Dozens of minutes of experience time, or a 0-ring trick, should not be difficult for the caster - but Annan could not generate any inspiration from it.

This is the Warlock.

The power you can wield is already predestined.

Early the next morning, Annan went to the tavern next door and asked where Andrew Lunamichael was.

"Bauhinia Street near the Mage Tower, will I take you there?"

"No need."

Annan didn't call Martin either, and walked alone towards the Mage Tower, which could be seen at every corner of Breeze City.

But as Annan passed through an open street, several thugs stood in front of him and approached him.

"You want to attack the Warlock?"

Annan frowned and stared at the thugs with weapons, and wanted to continue to say something, when a figure suddenly rushed towards him from the alley.

The conditioned reflex of accompanying Martin to practice the sword several times allowed Annan to raise his arm to block, and as the blade slashed, his arm drooped. Blood gushed out, and there was not much pain, but a sense of coolness and passing.

Annan suppressed the panic that had surfaced, and unleashed a low-level summoning spell at the fiercely rushing thugs.

A spatial rift unfolded in front of him, and a terrifying aura of majesty overflowed from the other side of the rift, causing the thugs to stop in terror.

Annan forgot one thing - his low-level summoning skills seem to have the characteristic of "whoever is contaminated with the breath will summon whom".

Annan, who reacted, held up his weak bloodstained arm and pointed at the frightened thugs: "They don't know where they heard about the gold mine, and they want to catch me and force me to ask for the location of your treasure house!" ”

"You don't want the five gold coins that should have belonged to you to end up in someone else's pocket......

The blue dragon's languid vertical pupils suddenly became sharp.