Chapter 53 53. Sudden attack
The wind blowing through the attic turned the pages on the bedside table.
Annan, who was still arranging books, turned his head and glanced, stood up and went to the bedside table, closing the notes he was flipping through.
The memo "Go to the South in my lifetime" disappeared in a flash.
The note next to it was turned to the last page, and Annan scanned the last content:
[...be wary of our natural enemies, psykers. Their system is completely different from ours. Like a spellbreaker, they have the ability to be immune to spells. They are sharp and dangerous...]
Put down the code and press the spider bottle on it.
After flipping through the strange parts of the codex, the following content began to become obscure.
Annan reads slowly, because many words and long sentences require time to think about and accumulation of knowledge.
Back to the wooden box, Annan continued to put the books into the bookshelf. These books were donated to the library as promised by Horn's father at the banquet, and were forwarded to Annan by Victor.
Nearly a hundred books almost filled the wooden box. It took Annan two days to sort and put them on the bookshelves - and based on the price of one silver coin per book, this box of books was worth more than one gold coin.
Unfortunately, most of these books are popular literature, and even geography and history are few.
Finally the bookcase was almost full, Annan pushed the empty wooden box to the corner and moved it to the bay window next to the bed.
The dark clouds covering the snow-capped mountains formed an umbrella, and they were farther away from Breeze City than before. He felt that old Zoron's legs would soon hurt again.
The movement in the spinning mill downstairs was barely audible. Annan still remembers the story of the spinning jenny, but how to improve it requires close contact with the spinning wheel.
When Annan was thinking about how to approach the spinning mill for observation, there was a loud knock on the attic trap door.
He reached out to close the window and put the spider bottle on the windowsill. Annan opened the trap door and saw Soruman Bronzebeard standing on the wooden ladder, with a man he hadn't seen for a long time behind him.
"You just let spellcasters live in a place like this?"
Michael, who had changed out of his gray robe and put on a light brown mage robe, frowned and looked at the attic.
"I think it's very good here." Annan really thinks so.
"Fast wrote to me and said that you were looking for something to do." Confirming that Annan really liked it here, Michael turned and said: "Are you interested in going to my place?"
"Mage Tower? "
"No. What you said that day inspired my fighting spirit. On the other hand, I am not as talented as that guy in learning, but I can become a battle mage." Michael was there that night. The depressed state in the Dawn Tavern, "I have formed a mercenary team. After you join, we can call the team the 'Mage and Warlock Team'"
Annan was a little moved: "But now I can only lower Wait for the summoning spell.”
“Try this.”
Michael threw a magic scroll to Annan.
"Mage's Hand."
Annan knew this spell, a 0-level trick in the general spell, which allowed the caster to control objects and carry several pounds of things. And as a trick, it should be able to avoid the "Annan can only summon" problem.
It is indeed what Annan urgently needs.
“Thank you.”
"I'll stay here for the next two days. Tell me when you think about it." Then Michael asked the female dwarf Andrew if he was next door, "I'm going to see him. Are you coming, Annan?"
"Okay."
Standing on the stairs and locking the trap door, Annan followed Soruman Bronzebeard and Michael directly into the tavern from the warehouse on the second floor.
The girl with "one-tenth elven blood" was leaning against the guardrail with tobacco between her fingers. When she saw Annan, her eyes lit up, but she didn't dare to strike up a conversation, so she could only wink.
Annan smiled shyly and came to the hall downstairs.
"...I stepped on the dragon skin carpet and walked into the room. There were dragon skin curtains on the windows and dragon skin sheets on the bed. I took off my dragon skin coat and asked her to help take off my leather shoes, which were still dragon skin. ." Intermittent bragging came from the corner of the tavern where there were not many customers. Andrew Luna was leaning idly by the bar, saw them coming, and greeted them to sit down.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Nothing.” Michael sat opposite Andrew Luna and asked in a questioning tone: “Let Annan Was it your idea to live here?"
"No, not entirely. Annan needs to get familiar with Breeze City." Facing the question, Andrew Luna smiled helplessly.
"Fast believes you, but I don't. I don't want to see you taking advantage of him." Michael warned, ending the brief meeting and walking out of the tavern.
Unable to interrupt, Annan followed silently.
Andrew Luna was not angry, but asked the female dwarf doubtfully: "He has such a good relationship with Annan?"
"Michael almost gave up the path of mage, but Annan asked him to Rekindled fighting spirit."
"No wonder."
On the other side, Annan and Michael walked back to the spinning mill from the outside. .
Annan stared at the spinning wheels until he reached the second floor before asking Michael: "What can mercenaries do, accept commissions?"
"Absolutely."
Michael talked about something he had done recently. Sometimes it's looking for personal belongings, catching traitors, sometimes cleaning up nearby ghouls and lizardmen, or going into dungeons to hunt for treasures, joining a mercenary team that needs mages, and occasionally helping nobles find lost cats or parrots.
Spell casters are the most popular among mercenary teams, and usually earn the most money. A single commission can earn anywhere from dozens of silver coins to several gold coins.
After chatting until the afternoon, Michael left. Annan couldn't wait to tear open the scroll, and the invisible hand of the manipulator picked it up.
Thirty minutes later, the note held by the mage's hand fell from the air and was caught by Annan.
The experience lasted for dozens of minutes, and it was still a 0-level magic. It should not be difficult for the caster - but Annan could not derive any inspiration from it.
This is the Warlock.
The power you can control has already been determined.
Early the next morning, Annan went to the pub next door and asked Andrew Luna where Michael was.
"Would you like me to take you to the Bauhinia Street near the Master's Tower?"
"No need."
Annan did not call Martin, and walked towards Zai Breeze alone. Walk to the Mage Tower that can be seen from every corner of the city.
But when Annan passed through an empty street, several gangsters stood in front of him and approached him.
"You want to attack the warlock?"
Annan frowned and stared at these gangsters with weapons, and was about to say something more, when a figure suddenly rushed towards him from the alley.
The conditioned reflex of practicing swordsmanship with Martin several times made Annan raise his arm to block. As the blade passed by, his arm drooped. The blood gushes out, but there is not much pain, but a sense of coolness and passage.
Annan suppressed the panic that emerged and released low-level summoning techniques towards the gangsters who were charging ferociously.
A space crack opened in front of him, and a terrifying majestic aura overflowed from the other side of the crack, causing the gangsters to stop in fear.
Annan forgot one thing - his low-level summoning technique seemed to have the characteristic of "summoning anyone whose breath is contaminated".
After reacting, Annan held up his weak blood-stained arm and pointed at the frightened gangsters: "They heard about the gold mine somewhere and wanted to catch me and force me to find out the location of your treasure house. !”
“You don’t want the five gold coins that should belong to you to fall into other people’s pockets...”
The blue dragon’s lazy vertical pupils suddenly became sharp.
(End of this chapter)