Chapter 45 45. Invitation
“For me?”
Fast on the opposite side nodded.
Annan picked up the gold-gilded invitation letter, which was valuable in itself, and unconsciously rubbed the rough gold sand on the surface. Fast had to remind Annan again before he remembered to open it.
[To: Your Excellency Annan Warlock
We sincerely invite you to attend tonight's banquet at the mayor's mansion.
——Mayor Hassan Midkin]
But the content is just written in ordinary ink.
"Why did you invite me?"
Annan confirmed that the name before "Your Excellency Warlock" was his own.
"Because you are already a 'big shot' like us."
Fast likes Annan. He has a strong thirst for knowledge, a friendly attitude without prejudice, and is a warlock. Only his ignorance of common sense prevented him from understanding...
"Because of the warlock?"
Annan really didn't have many concepts. All because he didn't put much effort into this identity. Whether he is adopted by Aunt Susan or finds two jobs, he is just trying to survive in this world.
Even though many contents in the library and the Warlock's Codex reminded Annan that spellcasters are equal to nobles, he still didn't have much concept, such as the privileges and luxurious life of nobles... For Annan, suddenly becoming a warlock He was like a newcomer who was about to explore the dungeon and found a treasure chest at the entrance of the cave that should be guarded by the leader monster - should he continue to explore the dungeon or go home?
"Because of the warlock."
Fast nodded. "Mr. Victor is just a mage apprentice. Why do you think he can live in a wealthy street and open a library?'
"Because of his knowledge? ”
“Where does his knowledge come from? "
"His identity. ”
"That's the reason." Fast reached out and brushed Annan's collar, "So even if you dress like the poor all day long and hang out with the poor, you are still a noble spell caster. Do you think the Warlock Protection Association is Fictional? "
Annan doesn't think so... The Warlock's Notes clearly states that the Warlock Protection Association is a paranoid and crazy group that spans multiple worlds. But if you're a warlock, you'll love them.
It’s just that Pinglin Town is a small place, Breeze City is not that big, and Ruikan’er Kingdom is also a remote place.
"Then shall I go to the appointment?"
Annan planned to ask Mr. Fast for his advice.
"You can reject them as you like. I can imagine that there will be nothing but praise and solicitation at the banquet."
Fast does not want him to go, and the bard has the opposite opinion.
Annan has never seen real prosperity, even if he has been to Breeze City once. Just say the bard complained about the tavern countless times. In the Dawn Tavern, there are only guests, only drinking, and nothing else to do.
A real tavern will have: a part-time job receptionist, a mixed gang, customers of all races, insults and fights, a smoky second floor, and alluring and naked girls.
“If you don’t understand something, then understand it. The cost is also part of growth.”
Like a woman's slender fingers crossing the strings, the bard sang about the drunken life and death of the southern nobles:
"Cut the lamb open to reveal a suckling pig; cut the suckling pig open to reveal a white goose; peel open the lamb. The white goose reveals a tuna; the belly of the fish is cut open to reveal a duck; the duck is torn open and the delicious eggs are inside. The nobles throw away the lamb, throw away the suckling pig, throw away the white goose, throw away the tuna, throw away the young. Duck, just to enjoy the nurturing pearl..." The bard's singing made some guests couldn't help but order some food.
“Are these true?”
Annan gained a new understanding of the waste and extravagance of the nobles.
"False."
Then the bard continued: "Just lamb and eggs? Are you insulting those 'nobles'?"
"Titan meat, unicorns, Dragon eggs...these are the discarded parts of the dish. To put it simply, they are just for the common people to understand.”
The further south you go inland, the more extravagant the trend becomes, and the god of joy becomes more and more popular. The more popular the system becomes. It is said that some towns are so exaggerated that even neutral gods such as the goddess of wealth cannot stand it and withdraw from the church. It was only a matter of time before they were corrupted.
"Those professionals just stand by and watch?"
"No. They will also join."
The bard's narration sounded like the nobles were rotten to the core. He also gave an example: "If a nobleman suddenly appears now, he takes a fancy to your potential and bears all your future expenses at the cost of protecting his family. Would you agree?"
Yesterday, Annan might still refuse, but after knowing the cost...
"Coax, induce, marry, threaten, use all means to tie you to the family, don't pay attention to anything, just need Growing in strength, it’s like... a pig in captivity. Then it collapses instantly as the carnival reaches its peak.”
The emotional bard temporarily decided to tell a story tonight:
Five months ago, a city-state in the south was captured by a rat tide. Although there are two towering mage towers and hundreds of thousands of noble private soldiers and professionals, the legendary mage has opened a legendary defense shield in the city. But when the terrifying rat tide stretches for hundreds of miles across the land, when the cavity blasted out by the magician array is filled in by ratmen one after another in an instant, when the legendary defensive shield is covered with gnawing rats, when the bloated and towering magician tower suddenly collapses , this city with a population of hundreds of thousands was quietly annihilated like papyrus under the violent wind and rain.
The bard's description is so vivid that the guests forget to drink and the food cools.
"Are these true?"
Annan still asked, and the bard said that it was true, but he didn't know where it happened or how far away it was.
“Coming with the wind again?” Fast teased him, “It seems that the wind is strong enough.”
Most of the guests thought so, because the south was too far away for them, and many people would never leave their county throughout their lives.
Annan did not.
The bard has no reason to deceive it, and for the bard profession, "coming with the wind" means revelation from the gods - that is a true story.
He thought the world was safe enough, but now it seems that it is only generally safe. Individually, their life and death are insignificant.
Annan decided to keep the appointment, then ran to the cellar to find Soruman Bronzebeard, and gave him the invitation letter to help melt it into gold nuggets. Returning to the tavern, I happened to meet the bard persuading Fast and Annan to attend the banquet together.
"Originally I didn't want to attend a boring party..." Sighing Fast looked at Annan's linen coat, "I'm going to buy a dress tomorrow."
"I have no money..."
"I'll lend it to you."
After the scary rat tide story, the bard told an inspirational story to ease the guests' emotions. Annan didn't pay attention at first, but at a certain moment, he heard the bard say, "The time you spent on the rose makes the rose important."
Annan looked sideways.
(End of this chapter)