Chapter 43 43. Error casting
The cheerful tune of the lute flows in the tavern.
The bard who was too lazy to tell stories to the empty tavern played the piano casually.
It hasn't rained yet tonight, but the lingering clouds have stopped the guests, except the drunkards.
Fast leaned against the counter as usual, turning towards Annan who was passing by, his lazy expression gradually solidified.
"Have you learned how to cast spells?"
"Is it obvious?"
"I have seen spell casters..."
Fast said complicatedly, "They are After the magic power is exhausted, he will look hungry and tired."
Annan doesn't feel tired or thirsty, and he can't imagine what it would be like to have "hunger and thirst on his face."
Resisting the urge to find a mirror, Annan hesitated and said: "The spell was cast successfully but it seems not to be successful..."
The problem Annan faced was not written in the warlock's handbook.
The sound of the piano stopped, Annan then told the story about releasing the spell to summon Wood, and then asked: "Is this related to Wood helping me accelerate the magic vortex?"
"You should ask more professional people, I'm just a soldier." Fast asked Evelin to get his coat, "I'll accompany you to Mr. Victor's place."
"The tavern Where's the job?" Annan asked as he untied his apron.
Fast said helplessly: "You are already a spellcaster, but you still want to continue working as a waiter in the tavern?"
Annan has not yet realized what being a warlock will bring to him.
“Are you ready?”
“Prepared for what?”
“You will be woken up at dawn when you go home tonight.”
Fast narrated slowly:
“When you come to the window, you will see aristocratic and wealthy businessmen you have never seen before appear at the door of the house, and carriages filled with gifts block the whole street. Then, The people you have interacted with in the past will be dug out like garbage, and your preferences and weaknesses will be found through them. Finally, through coercion and inducement, you will either become a member of a certain family or a wealthy person, or work for them.”
< br>Almost when Annan connected becoming a warlock with losing his freedom, Fast patted him on the shoulder: "I won't scare you anymore. The nobles can't reach here. At least in Pinglin Town, no one dares to negotiate with Wei Wei. Mr. Kedo will rob you.”
Annan’s two jobs, one boss is an elite warrior, and the other boss is a top 100 mage apprentice in the Kingdom of Rekaner.
As well as Fast and others, they have never given up curiosity about Annan's identity - on the one hand, his appearance is the same as that of the most pampered upper class, on the other hand, he has no knowledge of common sense.
Annan remembered something: "I told Aunt Susan after I became a warlock."
"Either no one believed what she said, or she didn't tell anyone."
Annan I guess it was the latter, Aunt Susan would really not show off in order to protect him.
"Evelin, keep an eye on the store."
Fast turned around and told Annan to go out.
Arriving at the wealthy street, the windows of Victor's house were still lighted. Shortly after Annan knocked on the door, Mr. Victor, holding an oil lamp and wearing a coat over his pajamas, opened the door.
"...Did you cast a spell?"
It seems that anyone can see Annan's identity.
"Well...but it seems something unexpected happened."
Mr. Victor turned and walked into the room. Annan and Fast followed and sat on the wooden chairs in the living room.
"What happened?"
Annan repeated the story about summoning Wood after using the spell.
"Your friend is also a warlock?"
"What do you mean?"
Fast didn't understand, only Annan knew that Mr. Victor was mocking him before Say "I have a friend." "Do you remember the difference between spellcasting by a mage and a warlock?"
Annan thought for a while and said: "A mage needs a lot of preparation to release a spell, but a warlock only needs to imagine?"
"Your friend comes to ask me if he knows the reason?"
"I... want to ask for my friend, how to avoid this mistake?"
Victor just told Annan that a mage needs hundreds or thousands of failures to construct a spell. Countless mage apprentices encountered setbacks at this step and were blocked in front of the elusive magic palace.
But Annan easily surpassed them and stepped into the hall with one foot, where he could enjoy the beautiful scenery in the hall.
"You can cast the spell once." Fast said suddenly.
“Here?”
The remaining magic power should be enough to cast a low-level summoning spell. But this is Mr. Victor's home...and the old man is here too.
It’s okay to summon Wood, but if some other evil creature is summoned...
"Don't underestimate Mr. Victor. If he wants, no one in the town can beat him, and this room has constant defensive magic."
"So powerful?"
Annan was surprised Looking at the old man wearing pajamas with patterns of clouds and rabbits.
"Cast the spell." Mr. Victor even sat in the chair.
This gave Annan unprecedented confidence, and he even looked forward to summoning a demon to make the two of them happy... and then was thrown out of his mind. Who knows if the warlock's "thinking" will actually summon a demon.
Annan recalled the feeling when summoning Wood, adjusted it slightly, removed the vampire part, and imagined elemental creatures outside the main plane.
The magic power accumulated in the magic vortex dropped to almost dry up. As the summoning spell took shape, the shadow gradually appeared——
"Summoning me at this time is to get new blood..."< br>
Wood, who appeared, felt a familiar aura, but then noticed two unfamiliar and threatening auras.
“...You betrayed me!!!”
Just as the screaming Wood was about to turn into a shadow, an old voice sounded: "Living Rope Technique."
A length of rope appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Wood, turning it into a writhing maggot that fell to the ground. .
"Mr. Victor, Wood is not an enemy."
"I'm just afraid that the little bat will scare me to death." Mr. Victor frowned and looked at the twisted man, howling as if he was being tortured Or a pig-like vampire about to be slaughtered, whose mouth cannot be blocked by the rope spell. "Annan, tell him to shut up."
"Mr. Victor and Mr. Fast didn't mean to hurt you." Wood was still twisting, so Annan had no choice but to continue: "The vampire hunter has left the town. Yes, you are safe.”
Wood, who was wailing and twisting, suddenly stopped: "Really?"
"Really." Annan introduced Wood: "This is Mr. Fast, the tavern owner. This is Mr. Victor, Uh, a mage."
At this time, old man Victor found the problem: "Don't let it help you speed up the magic vortex in the future. You are not proficient in casting spells and you are easily affected."
“I understand.”
Then his attention fell on Wood: “There are not many vampires in the north, can you give me some blood for research?”
"Even death can't make a vampire hand over his blood!" Wood flatly refused.
"You are very weak now. I can provide you with some human blood."
"When do you need my blood? I can do it now!"
Wei Kedo ignored the excited Wood and turned his attention to Annan.
“Are you ready?”
(End of this chapter)