Chapter 21 21. "Magic Breaks the Sky"
["The power of magic, three levels!"]
[Looking at the dazzling words on the magic stone tablet, Sean clenched his fists and raised his nails Deep into the flesh...]
["Third paragraph? As expected, this year's 'genius' is still standing still."]
["This piece of trash is simply lost. The face of the family!”]
[...]
The note fell slowly, revealing the eyes on the upper edge.
"How is it?"
Annan stood aside expectantly, waiting for this well-informed bard to give some advice.
"Did you write this?" The bard glanced at the beginning again, "What are the three sections of demonic power and the magic stone tablet?"
"I don't know much about the magic system..." Annan asked Mr. Victor, but he refused to answer this stupid question and asked Annan to find it in the library. Annan couldn't find it, so he had to write it down casually and then modify it.
“So it’s the mage’s rank and affinity? And why are mages considered useless, this Sean is very old?”
“Sean is a young man... friendly What is a degree?”
“Don’t you even know this about the divisions of magic qualification tests?”
For Annan’s sake, the bard said it again:
To conduct the qualification test, a magic stone engraved with the third-level spell perception skill is required. The magic stone glows when it comes into contact with magic. So if you want to become a mage, you need to make the magic stone shine.
Affinity represents the affinity with magic, and its embodiment is the brightness that makes the magic stone shine. Ordinary people are the lowest level, zero, and first level means they have the ability to cast spells.
A very few ordinary people can make the magic stone glow in a dark room, but this usually does not mean that they have the ability to cast spells. At most he could become a mage's apprentice, he could meditate until he was old and he could at most cast a few zero-ring tricks - Mr. Victor was such an unlucky person.
As for the rank, it is common to all spellcasters: ordinary professional, then the elite level represented by Fast, and above it is the master, epic, legend... and above it is the demigod.
Class is an informal division. For example, Michael's mage level 3 only represents how far he is from the elite level - the elite level is level 5.
Annan remembered that the biography of the legendary mage only stated that the protagonist had high qualifications during the test, and there was no such division as "affinity" - maybe because this book was written in the year 338 of the Saint Laurent calendar, and it is now the year 998 of the Saint Laurent calendar. Year.
"How about changing it to 'Affinity, third level!'?"
"It's still a bit high. That guy Michael's affinity back then was said to be only third level." Fast, who was standing behind the bard, took away the note and turned to the second page, "If you want to write a story about a poor boy with no talent, wouldn't it be better to have first-class affinity?"
Annan shook his head.
If you look through ten popular literature books at random, six of them have protagonists who have no talent, and the other four have protagonists who are geniuses.
The focus of this book is not between genius and mediocrity, but a simple and refreshing upgrade. Didn’t you see that Fast has turned to the third page?
"What do you think?" Annan asked.
The bard thought the story was a good one - a compliment. All the stories now are ordinary, just around the world, there is nothing special about them. And he felt novel from this book that he had not seen for a long time.
And those stupid villains are very good at arousing emotions.
"I'm a little curious about your origins." The bard observed Annan's black hair and eyes, "How do you want me to help you get it published?"
"This is best, but how long will it take?"
"I don't know, I have to go to Breeze City to ask some friends." The bard gave Annan a reply in about two weeks. After all, a round trip to Breeze City takes a week.
But even if it is published, getting the first publishing fee will have to be delayed for two to three months -
Annan can barely wait, but Tasia can't. Moreover, Fast did not allow the bard to leave the tavern: "You took away the only bard in the tavern. Are you going to let Martin take the place?"
A head came over: "It's not impossible."
"Go and work."
"Oh."
"If it turns into a bard What about the story told by the poet?" Annan continued to ask.
“Well...as a story, I think it’s too long.”
The bard snatched the notes back and turned back to the first page. "There are too many dialogues. If you want the guests to be immersed in the story, some content must be deleted."
Normal reading is faster than reciting, and lengthy stories will only Put guests to sleep.
At this time, the bard realized what Annan was thinking: "You want to sell it to me?"
"Can you?"
The bard shook Shake your head and tell Annan that no one has done that... everyone who hears it will remember the story and can tell it.
There's no point in spending money on it.
"What if we just tell stories? A novel and continuous story should bring more customers to the tavern."
"You can try it." Fastrao held his hands. He said with interest and took back the note, "Do you need money? You can share part of the extra wine sold when telling this story."
This is also part of investment. Fast was optimistic about Annan. If Martin made this suggestion, he would increase the weekly salary from 70 copper coins to 71 copper coins at most.
“I don’t want to tell this story.”
The episode instead happened to the bard who had no reason to refuse.
This is related to the advancement of the bard profession. Bards collect stories, poems, and music from all over, spread them, and absorb the nutrients for advancement.
Copying stories from books will not bring any growth to the bard.
"The story in the book? No..." Annan's tone softened, "It was not published, you just heard the story of a man named Sean from me, and no one even knew about it , no different from those stories collected from various places."
Annan continued to be puzzled by Mr. Fast's strange gaze: "Are you about to reach level 3? This is a good opportunity..."< br>
The bard was moved and reached out to Fast for his notes.
“Wait until I finish reading.”
Mr. Fast became Annan’s first reader in the world.
That night, the bard took the notes away, and then began to speak his revised "The Law Breaks the Sky" in the tavern the next day.
The guests did not notice the difference in the story at first, until a drunken guest shouted "Thirty years on the east bank of the Pulani River, thirty years on the west bank of the Pulani River!" to this interesting story.
Therefore, customers who usually go home one after another after 10 o'clock reluctantly left near closing time in the early morning.
On the first night, Good Night Nan received about 20 copper coins, and this was just the beginning. Annan also proposed allowing guests to pick and choose the plot - with a glass of beer, you can choose any part of the story. Give those guests who missed out a chance.
According to the number of on-demand videos, Annan found that everyone was particularly interested in the part where Sean sneaked into Hill's room to warm up and recuperate, and the beautiful part of the cave with Sissy, the president of Roland College, and even set a record of five consecutive on-demand videos of Roland College. A record of Chang Sissi’s story.
Anyway. Counting the original weekly salary, Annan should be able to get three silver coins this week.
(End of this chapter)