Chapter 24 24. Rescuing Tasia
Wah—wow—
The sound of frequent turning of books disturbed the tranquility of the library.
[Warlocks can only use the power of awakening, and are destined to be inferior to magicians in all aspects. A normal magician can choose any of the six schools of magic, and even if he is not good at it, he can eventually learn it. But warlocks can only use spells of their awakened power...】
Da——Da——
Even the slightest sound of footsteps would make Annan raise his head.
Little Winchet picked a book from the bookshelf and returned to Mr. Victor. Terms such as "Breeze City" floated vaguely.
Annan tried to return his attention to the book, but Tasia's condition put him in no mood.
【...The advantages of a warlock? It's just that the number is smaller and the spells can be learned faster...]
Even the conflict between mages and warlocks that do not deal with each other cannot make Annan immersed in the story.
"You haven't been able to calm down since you came here in the morning."
Mr. Victor's cane knocked on the table, causing Annan to wake up.
When Annan was about to explain the situation, Mr. Victor raised his wrinkled cheeks and said, "I don't want to hear your excuses. You will be considered absent from work for half a day today. You can go back and solve the problem before you come back to work."
< br>"Thank you, Mr. Victor!"
Annan sat up excitedly, ran out irritably, and then ran back to put down the key.
Dozens of minutes later, Annan arrived at the haunted gold mine. Tasia was still in the mine at this time, and Annan spent two copper coins to ask a miner to help call her out.
Annan first checked Tasia's wound in the shed, and it didn't seem serious. But when he removed the shackles and untied the cloth strips, he saw that flies had laid fine white maggot eggs in the rot that had been cleaned yesterday.
Tasia is not a real tauren, and does not have the physique to recover even without rest.
“You really don’t want to resist the contract that enslaves you?” Annan endured the stench and cleaned up the maggot eggs, looking at him seriously.
“The contract is more important than death.”
Tasia is as stubborn as a dwarf.
It is also different from the tauren that Annan read in the book... After all, no tauren like philosophy and painting.
“Take me to the foreman.”
Annan asked Tasia to lead him to the person holding Tasia’s contract. After expressing his intention, the foreman lion said loudly: "Two gold coins."
"You only spent 70 silver coins when you bought... him."
"That was the previous price."
"He is almost 20 pounds lighter than when you bought him, and his ankles are rotten and full of maggots. How much energy does he still have to work? How long can he work?"
The foreman frowned, and of course he smelled the disgusting rancid smell: "One gold and fifty silver."
It still exceeded Annan's mental threshold. Staring at the skinny guy for a moment, Annan gave up on the idea of irritating him and letting Tasia break his head.
“One gold nard, if possible I will go back and get the money now.”
The foreman mused. The newly discovered mineral veins are nearly exhausted. These slaves will be sold again soon, and now they can earn an extra 30 silver coins... The most important thing is that they can be put into their own pockets.
"Okay."
"I'll go back to get the money."
Annan couldn't completely believe this foreman in the gray area, so he leaned close to Tasia and whispered: "If God I didn't come back before it got dark, it was him who was causing trouble, subdue him, and rescue me..."
It seemed that he was overthinking it, and nothing happened when Annan returned to the town from the gold mine. Returning to Aunt Susan's house, he took out 20 silver coins from under the bed and ran out.
"Annan, where are you going?"
Aunt Susan held the wash basin and shouted towards Annan's hurried back.
“I have something to do!”
“Follow little Annan!” Aunt Susan shouted to Martin who was chopping firewood.
Martin ran out quickly, then ran back and put down the axe.
Annan soon discovered that Martin had followed him, and simply told him that he was going to borrow money from Mr. Fast.
"Why don't you ask Aunt Susan?"
"Aunt Susan has helped you enough."
Annan can no longer ask Aunt Susan who has always helped him. Open your mouth.
He rushed to the Dawn Tavern, which was not open yet. Only Fast and Soruman Bronzebeard were talking in the empty hall. The female dwarf was about to hide back in the wine cellar when she saw Annan and Martin coming.
"Why did you come so early?" Fast asked strangely.
"Mr. Fast, I would like to borrow a gold coin from you."
"Yes, you have to lend us." Martin agreed, "If you refuse to lend me the money, I will I won’t come to work today.”
“Is there such a good thing?”
Fast came to Annan and looked down at him.
"I don't want to lend it to you, Annan." This elite warrior has his own persistence. "'It's the time you spend on the rose that makes the rose important.' That's what you told me."
"It's not a qualification test." Annan recounted Tasia's experience from the beginning, and pulled Come to Martin, "Martin can testify."
"That big orc?"
"It's a half-tauren."
It was difficult for Martin to distinguish between tauren and orcs.
Soruman Bronzebeard jumped to the floor with a thump, and rushed in front of Annan like a rolling barrel. His eyes, which were almost hidden in the thick beard and braids, shone with a strange light.
“Are you telling the truth?”
“She is my friend.”
“Are you willing to be friends with a half-tauren?”
"Yes."
"I'll lend it to you!" Soruman Bronzebeard said excitedly, patting his chest "bang bang".
Fast remained calm: "What about your qualification test?"
"Knowledge will not disappear, it will only increase." Annan suppressed his interest in magic. eager.
Soruman Bronzebeard has taken out a gold coin. Annan accepted it with thanks and looked at Fast: "Mr. Fast, I also hope you can do me a favor."
...
The yellowing sky, the quiet woods, the quiet campground.
Tasia was still in the shack, and Annan saw a miner running away after seeing him. Not long after, the foreman appeared in front of the shed.
Annan followed the agreement and took out a gold nard with the side profile of the goddess of wealth printed on it: "Where's the contract?"
"The price has increased now, boy. I want two gold nards." .”
The foreman's eyes reflected the gold coins, and as expected, he was gripped by greed.
"Mr. Fast."
Annan, who had been prepared, whispered, and a broad-shouldered, muscular silhouette walked out of the shadows.
Fast was shorter than Tasia, but as an elite professional, just the oppressive feeling brought by his momentum made the foreman speechless with fear.
“How much do you want now?”
"One...one gold coin is enough..."
"I think the price of 1 gold coin is too high."
"Of course...I, I bought it for 70 silver coins. Yes, I should sell you 70 silver coins..."
"Look for some money."
Annan threw the gold coins to the miners and did not continue to bargain. Although he can do this.
The foreman took out the contract and fled here quickly.
"Is this it?" Annan handed the contract to Tasia.
“This is my slave contract.”
Under the yellowing sunset, Tasia held up the contract, knelt on one knee in front of Annan, and lowered her head in submission. "Now, you are my master."
"No."
Annan took the crumpled contract and tore it in half.
"No one is your master anymore."
(End of this chapter)