[Looking at the dazzling words on the magic stone tablet, Sean clenched his fists and dug his nails deeply into his flesh...]
["Third stage? As expected, this year's 'genius' is still standing still."]
["This trash has completely disgraced the family!"]
【……】
The note slowly fell down, revealing the eyes on the upper edge.
"How about it?"
Annan stood aside expectantly, waiting for this well-informed bard to give some advice.
"Did you write this?" The bard glanced at the beginning again, "What are the three sections of demonic power and the magic stone tablet?"
"I don't know much about the magic system..." Annan asked Mr. Victor, but he refused to answer this stupid question and asked Annan to look for it in the library. Annan couldn't find it, so he had to write it down and then modify it.
"So is it the mage's rank and affinity? And why are mages considered useless? This Sean is very old?"
“Sean is the young man…what is approachability?”
"Don't you even know the divisions of magic qualification tests?"
For Annan's sake, the bard said it again:
To conduct the qualification test, you need a magic stone engraved with the third-level spell perception skill. The magic stone will glow when it comes into contact with magic. So if you want to become a mage, you need to make the magic stone shine.
Affinity represents the affinity with magic, and its embodiment is the brightness that can make the magic stone shine. Ordinary people are the lowest level zero, and level one means they have the ability to cast spells.
A very small number of ordinary people can make the magic stone glow in a dark room, but it usually does not mean that they have the ability to cast spells. At most, they can become a mage apprentice and persist in meditating until they are old. At most, they can cast a few zero-ring tricks - Mr. Victor is this unlucky
Egg.
As for the rank, it is common for all spellcasters: ordinary professional, then the elite level represented by Fast, and above are master, epic, legend... and above that are demigods.
Classes are informal divisions. For example, Michael's mage level 3 only represents how far he is from the elite level - the elite level is level 5.
Annan remembered that the biography of the legendary mage only said that the protagonist had high qualifications during the test, and there was no such division as "affinity" - maybe because this book was written in the year 338 of the Saint Laurent calendar, and it is now the year 998 of the Saint Laurent calendar.
Year.
“Then how about changing it to ‘Affinity, Third Class!’?”
"It's still a bit high. It's said that Michael's affinity was only at the third level back then." Standing behind the bard, Fast took away the note and turned to the second page, "If you want to write about someone who has no talent,
Wouldn’t it be better if the story of a poor boy is first-class friendly?”
Annan shook his head.
If you look through ten popular literature at random, six of them have protagonists with no talent, and the other four have protagonists who are geniuses.
The focus of this book is not between genius and mediocrity, but a simple and refreshing upgrade. Didn't you see that Fast has turned to the third page?
"What do you think?" Annan asked.
The bard felt that this story was very good - it was a compliment. All the stories now were ordinary, just around him, there was nothing special. But he felt novel from this book for a long time.
And those stupid villains are very capable of arousing emotions.
"I'm a little curious about your origins." The bard observed Annan's black hair and eyes, "How do you want me to help you get it published?"
"This is best, but how long will it take?"
"I don't know. I have to go to Breeze City to ask some friends." The bard gave Annan a reply of about two weeks. After all, it takes a week to go back and forth to Breeze City.
But even if it is published, getting the first publishing fee will have to be delayed for two to three months——
Annan could barely wait, but Tasia couldn't.
Moreover, Fast did not allow the bard to leave the tavern: "You took away the only bard in the tavern. Are you going to let Martin take the place?"
A head came over: "It's not impossible."
"Go back to work."
"oh."
"What if it becomes a story told by a bard?" Annan continued to ask.
"Well...as a story, I think it's too long."
The bard snatched the notes back and turned back to the first page, "There are too many dialogues. If I want guests to be immersed in the story, I have to delete some content."
Normal reading is faster than reciting, and long stories will only make guests drowsy.
At this point, the bard realized what Annan was thinking: "You want to sell it to me?"
"May I?"
The bard shook his head and told Annan that no one had done that... everyone who heard it would remember the story and could tell it.
There's no point in spending money on it.
"What if it's just storytelling? A novel, continuous story should bring more customers to the tavern."
"You can try it." Fast said with interest, holding his hands, and took back the note. "You need money? I can give you a share of the extra wine money sold when telling this story."
This is also part of the investment. Fast is optimistic about Annan. If Martin made this suggestion, he would increase the weekly salary of 70 copper coins to 71 copper coins at most.
"I don't want to tell this story."
Instead, the episode happened to the bard who had no reason to refuse.
This is related to the advancement of the bard profession. Bards collect stories, poems and music from everywhere, spread them, and draw nutrients for advancement from them.
Copying stories from books does nothing for a bard.
"The story in the book? No..." Annan's tone softened, "It was not published, you just heard the story of a man named Sean from me, no one even knew about it, and those who collected it from all over the
There is no difference in the story.”
Annan continued to bewitched under Mr. Fast's strange gaze: "Are you about to reach level 3? This is a good opportunity..."
The bard was moved and reached out to Fast for his notes.
"Wait until I finish reading."
Mr. Fast became Annan's first reader in the world.
That night, the bard took the notes away, and the next day he began to speak his revised version of "The Law Breaks the Sky" in the tavern.
The guests did not notice any difference in the story at first. It was not until a drunken guest shouted "Thirty years on the east bank of the Pulani River, thirty years on the west bank of the Pulani River!" that they noticed this interesting story.
Therefore, the customers who usually go home one after another after 10 o'clock reluctantly left near closing time in the early morning.
Annan got about 20 copper coins on the first night, and this was just the beginning. Annan also proposed to allow guests to choose the plot - for a glass of beer, you can choose any part of the story. This would give those guests who missed it a chance.
Based on the number of on-demand viewings, Annan discovered that everyone was particularly interested in the part where Sean sneaked into Hill's room to warm up and recuperate, as well as the beautiful part of the cave with Sissi, the dean of Roland College, and even set a record of five consecutive on-demand viewings of the story of Sissi, the dean of Roland College.
Record.
In any case, including the original weekly salary, Annan should be able to get three silver coins this week.
