Chapter 51 51. One day
The books given by Mr. Victor were placed one by one on the empty bookshelf.
The cool breeze blows the white curtains, bringing the wind from the snowy mountains, winding rivers, passing through the sea of trees, and passing through the attic to Breeze City.
Two bad news right now... Well, Annan admits that talking to himself is boring.
But when you are alone, you always have to find some interesting things to spice up your soul. Annan continued to think.
The first bad news is that they have run out of meditation materials, and the second bad news is that the owner of the publishing house has not returned yet.
The last magic material was used up on the carriage yesterday, and then Annan tried to imitate the ancient wizard meditation, but the effect was weak.
Annan did not try to release low-level summoning skills. Although it is theoretically unlikely that Wood will be summoned again, if it is indeed summoned, Wood will not be able to run back to Flatwoods Town - and as an evil magical creature, it will be more dangerous in Breeze City than in Flatwoods Town.
The most important thing is that when he comes to Breeze City Annan, he will not receive the 30 copper coins per week.
The last book was put into the bookcase. Annan pushed the empty box under the bed and randomly selected a copy of "Stephen's Alchemy Techniques".
It's just that this obscure alchemy tightly closes the door to understanding, and the stretching roof outside the attic window tugged at Annan's heartstrings.
Open the book and Stephen refines gold. Close the book and Steve refines gold. Open the book again, and Steve will make the chemical, and close the book again, and Slime will make the chemical.
Annan is a person whose mind is much more mature than his appearance. He doesn’t really want to go out to play, but... he always has to go outside when he comes to a new place.
Maybe you can also find new business opportunities.
Annan tiptoed and closed the window to prevent the pigeons on the eaves from getting into the attic, or a strong gust of wind blowing over the glass bottles from the second floor to the next door pub.
Andrew Luna happened to be in the hall. He placed Annan in a quiet corner and asked the waiter to call Martin over and prepare food.
Strange noises can always be heard coming from nowhere in the corner of the tavern. Sometimes it's the creaking sounds coming from the cracks in the floorboards upstairs, sometimes it's the broken words of other wine tables.
A guest at the adjacent wine table was a little drunk, and "whispered" the secret to his companion with a big tongue: "I have a secret..."
At this moment, the Morrowind Tavern stood up. There are not only nine but also ten ears.
The drunkard who knew nothing about the surroundings continued: "My uncle is an investigator Hiccup... He disappeared for half a year when he went out to investigate the ruins, and became mysterious after he came back. , and also brought back a bottle of wine and ancient books.”
"Where did he get it?" his companion asked cooperatively.
"Cheers...gudong...burp - the ruins, in that ruins." The drunken man's eye circles gradually turned red, and the drunken man's unique smell of lees began to emit, "He said it was a bottle of cursed wine , and the book... No one is allowed to touch it. My aunt once saw that there was too much dust on the wine bottle and wanted to clean it, but he almost strangled him to death..."
"Then what? ”
His companion was a little uneasy.
“Then the accident happened... At that family dinner, my uncle asked the servant to go to the room to get red wine, but somehow the servant brought the cursed wine and my uncle drank it. After catching it, he died tragically on the street not long after."
"Really?" The companion was frightened, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip to embolden himself.
“Really.
The drunken man stared straight at his companion with his red eyes.
“As soon as the uncle who had drunk all the wine walked out, he was hit by a The knight who was riding a horse was killed..."
"This kind of drunken story is very common. ”
Andrew Luna sat down with the dinner plate at this time, blocking Annan's view, "You don't have to delve into it, you never know what is true and what is false about the news in the pub."
"He said "Is it true?"
"Half true and half false." He pushed the dinner plate in front of Annan, and Martin sat next to him holding the dinner plate. "For example, the investigator is real and cursed." The wine is fake. Or the wine is real, but the knight is fake."
Annan nodded and looked at Martin: "Are you still adaptable here?"
" Don't worry about me, brother." Martin patted his chest, "I'll be the boss here soon."
Annan couldn't say anything, silently lowered his head, cut the steak and put it into his mouth.
The lean meat of the steak brings a good taste, and the distributed fat makes the meat rich in oil. "Nice joke." Andrew Luna patted Martin on the shoulder with a smile and asked Annan what to do next. What to do.
“I want to go shopping with Martin.” Annan cut the steak and said before Martin said, “It’s not a joke.” Then he remembered something: “There are some restaurants near Breeze City. A place to collect magic materials?”
“What do you want to do?”
Annan truthfully told him that he had no more meditation materials. Andrew Luna shook his head and advised Annan not to take risks: "There is always a reason why magic materials are expensive."
Annan said he remembered and continued to chew his breakfast.
There was a sudden commotion at the door, and a down-and-out traveler was stopped by a waiter.
Andrew Luna raised his head slightly and sniffed, waved his hand and said: "There is no mouse smell, let him in."
"What does the mouse smell mean?" Annan asked him.
"Pickpockets, thieves, or gang members. Those shady rat-like guys, and rats themselves."
"Ratmen?"
"Shhh..."
Andrew Luna signaled Annan not to mention the name of that race: "You never know whether there will be eavesdropping rats behind a certain crack in the wall."
"So dangerous?"
"It's fine for people like us, but those female rat men like young warlocks like you the most."
Annan was unmoved.
Bards have told this kind of dirty talk many times.
After Martin finished eating, Annan and Martin set off and walked along the street towards the bustling city center.
Benitez Grand Theater.
The high wall of this majestic building, one of Breeze City's landmark buildings, was hung with a promotional banner for [the sensational performance of the famous Swan Dance Troupe of the Principality of Ayre], and the queue stretched from the door to the street.
"Cousin, I also want to watch the show."
"There is nothing to see..."
The cash-strapped Annan pulled Martin and quickly left this dangerous area. . But when passing by the queue, he heard someone complaining: "I'm so hungry... If I have something to eat now, I would rather pay several times the price..."
Annan stopped.
"Martin, do you want to take a closer look?"
"Okay!"
Martin's joyful shout attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd.
......
Martin held the dining cart foolishly and followed Annan.
"Bread, ham, milk, and hard-boiled eggs!"
After Annan sold another piece of bread, Martin couldn't help but asked: "Cousin, didn't you say you wanted to take me to see it? ?”
“Aren’t we close enough? We can almost hear the performance in the theater.”
Because of the busyness, Annan’s cheeks became healthy and rosy—and then a virtuous circle began. Women in the ranks are more likely to patronize business.
After a busy morning and half an afternoon, the final income was 30 silver coins.
All that's left is the blue dragon's debt and the magical materials for the meditation ritual... forget it.
(End of this chapter)