Chapter 14 14. Conspiracy in the tavern
The Dawn Tavern is becoming more and more popular. The clinking of wine glasses, murmurs of laughter, and the smell of liquor and smoke were mixed with the playing and singing of the bard.
Soruman Bronzebeard came out of the wine cellar and sat in the corner with Fast and the gray-robed mage, whispering, occasionally shouting because of emotion.
They were arguing over whether Annan should become a mage or a warlock.
"This boy couldn't speak Common a week ago, but now he can even unlock a mage."
"What does this mean? Magicians never lack smart people. There are magic apprentices everywhere in the wizard tower who can memorize an entire alchemy book in a week, but there are only a few lucky ones who can become wizards."
< br>"One of the lucky ones even gave up on himself." Soruman Bronzebeard laughed wildly. Warriors and mages never deal with her, especially since she is a dwarf who admires muscles.
"Shut up! Let's talk about Anna, uh...Annie?"
"Annan."
"...We are talking about Annan!"
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"Then what do you think of him getting you out of the haze with just a few words?"
"I don't admit that I was fooled by him."
"It doesn't look like you are acting like a rogue at all. A mage."
"This shows that the world has a deep prejudice against mages. Do all mages have to be arrogant, taciturn, and have mysophobia, and even excretion must be pulled out of the buttocks? "< br>
“You are like a bastard from the Chaos camp now.”
"Then listen, I want to show my lawful side." The gray-robed mage pointed to Annan, who was wiping the wine table after the guests left, "He doesn't know Common Language, but this is not a problem, a small spell can solve the problem. Assume, your previous assumptions are all assumptions, this boy is just a commoner with no background, inheritance and family. "
"If a person like this wants to become a magician, he must first become an apprentice. He is lucky and is the right age. If he is suitable, he can sneak into the mage tower or become an apprentice to the mage. I can also accept him. This period usually ranges from two to endless years. If he has extremely high qualifications and is knowledgeable, he will look like a future prospect. With the appearance of a great sage, he will be selected as a disciple by a certain mage or directly enter the magic academy."
"But if you are unfortunate enough to meet an irresponsible mentor, the best result is to waste your time. The worst result is that the strange, demonic, and evil gods wandering in the void and other planes will occupy the magpie's nest due to lack of guidance during meditation."
The gray-robed mage recalled something, and the shudder that emerged made him even more shuddering. Decadent: "So a warlock is suitable for him. He doesn't need to be exposed to the endless knowledge that selects and devours people, and is as brainless as a warrior."
Although it is a prejudice, a warlock is indeed like a warrior who can cast spells.
There is also a crucial point - the warlock's need for money is not that strong...
It's just that the warlock doesn't have the same traces as the wizard. Although there are legends in the Kingdom of Ruikaner about dreaming about gods while sleeping, being struck by lightning on a rainy day, awakening after reading ancient books, and exploring ancient ruins and being blessed by unknown beings, these stories are spread because they are not common.
"If you say this, the warlock will knock your brains out with a staff." Soruman Bronzebeard said.
“I also think he is more suitable to be a warlock.” Fast leaned on the back of his chair, his sleeves simply rolled up to his elbows, “He has an exotic aura that comes across to him, and it’s hard for everyone to dislike him. Him."
The bard came over at some point: "It's still suitable for a mage. His strong thirst for knowledge is about to drain me dry."
"You're talking like a lust demon, not a mage."
"Wait a minute." The female dwarf suddenly understood, "So the warlock needs to awaken his bloodline, but you are actually saying that the only option is the mage?"
A few men looked at each other: "That's what happened."
They were just chatting.
Back to business, Fast called Annan and asked him about the weather tomorrow.
Annan recalled the sunset he saw in the evening, "It should rain again."
"I heard that you are looking for a job recently?" he asked again.
“I need money to test my qualifications.”
“I know Mr. Victor from the library. His bookstore needs an administrator recently, maybe you can try your luck.”
"Then my job in the tavern..." "The library is open during the day."
"I'll ask tomorrow!"
"Why don't you just test his qualifications for him?" the female dwarf asked.
"Do you know when I was happiest? Annan was right, 'It is the time you spend on the rose that makes the rose important.'"
Annan, who was about to borrow some money from Mr. Fast, closed his mouth.
Returning to Martin, Martin who heard the conversation sighed and said: "I have been waiting for Uncle Hollin to tell me, 'Martin, we are actually rich people. We live in the town just to test you. Now that you have passed the test, you will inherit us. The title and treasure'..."
So this idea is common to all the world...
Annan thought that he was the only one who thought so.
"Annan, help me write a letter about running away from home."
"What?"
"If Aunt Susan refuses to give you money, I will threaten her with running away from home."
Annan was very moved, but just wanted to say that this was impossible. But the words were too hurtful to say, so I excused myself by saying that Aunt Susan was illiterate.
Soon after, the door of the tavern opened, and an unexpected guest stepped forward. Many blazing eyes followed the figure with the faint scent of roses to the counter.
“We met for the fifth time.”
The wine lady’s red lips shone seductively under the tavern’s oil lamp.
"It doesn't count this time. I hope it won't be in the bedroom next time."
Evelin behind the counter looked at the wine lady and then at Annan, her clear eyes gradually narrowed.
“A glass of juice.”
The wine lady turned around and came to Fast’s wine table and sat in an empty seat.
"You seem to have some stories with our little guy?" Mr. Fast raised his glass in greeting familiarly.
"I saw him twice in the two days when you were away." Ms. Wine took the juice from Annan. "Once he was working as a miner in the haunted gold mine, and once he was working as a groom in Sean's stable. It was such a coincidence that I thought He is following me.”
Fast and the gray-robed mage looked at each other in silence.
"What are you plotting?" Ms. Wine frowned slightly.
Fast did not answer, pointing to Annan who was walking through the tavern: "What can you think of when you look at him?"
"I saw a little waiter listening to the chant with longing. The bard's story," the wine lady said with emotion.
The gray-robed mage guessed what Fast was thinking: "Do you still want to test it?"
"It will never be a coincidence that he follows our wine boss wherever he goes."
" Gentlemen, I'm sorry I didn't see you, Miss Bronzebeard." Ms. Wine gestured to the female dwarf who was only half a head taller than the wine table, and said lazily: "Should you tell me what happened before you tell each other riddles?"
Then the bard told yesterday's discovery again.
The wine lady raised her eyes slightly and looked at these men who were seeking knowledge:
"Then have you ever thought about what you would do if that boy was really from the Reeves family?"
(End of Chapter)