The Dawn Tavern and Library together earn at least four silver coins per week.
Before this winter, Annan will be able to save enough money for the qualification test.
It's still a bit slow, but Annan started at a low level and can use this time to make up for the serious lack of knowledge. I just don't know what's going on with Tasia.
While Annan was still looking forward to a better future, the second weekend arrived.
"Remember to come back early."
Following Aunt Susan's instructions, Annan took a kettle, loaded a few pounds of brown bread with dried meat into his bag, and set off to the haunted gold mine.
Dozens of minutes later, Annan arrived at the low hill. It was not the break time yet, and there were not many miners in the camp.
Annan sat under the shade of a tree and continued to copy and revise "The Law Breaks the Sky" on his notes with charcoal pen.
Tasia walked out of the mine. Today is the promised rest day.
She saw the figure sitting in the shade of the tree, with spots of light scattered all around, and the shining pale skin was lined with black hair. As Tasia came closer, he raised his head, the sun shone on his eyelashes, and his black eyes were clear.
And bright.
Looking at the visible thinness of Tasia's strong body and the old and new whip marks, Annan frowned, but said nothing.
"This is what I brought for you."
Annan lifted the bundle. Tasia stepped on the weeds with her rough feet, and the chains clattered against each other. When she got closer, she smelled of sweat and a faint rotten smell.
Annan removed the shackles and squatted in the increasingly strong putrid smell to untie the cloth wrapped around the wound.
The sticky secretions exuded a strong putrid odor, and the swollen and rotten wounds were bloody and bloody. Flies were lingering around.
"You didn't clean the wound as I told you?"
The ankle that was only strangled a few days ago was severely eroded.
"You'll sweat."
Tasia is just a slave, she does not have a suitable environment to recover from her injuries.
"It will get worse if you delay it any longer." Annan drove away the flies around the wound and asked her to move to the sun.
There is resurrection in this world, and it is not difficult to cure some fatal injuries and stubborn diseases, let alone infections. But there is no priest in Pinglin Town, and Annan no longer knows anything about this world: such as the prejudices and conflicts between various races.
discriminate.
This is evident from the neglect Soruman Bronzebeard suffered in the tavern. No priest or doctor would be willing to treat a tauren, even if she was half human.
Annan didn't want Tasia to lose her leg or even her life because the wound was not treated in time.
"Can you escape? I will help you find a way to treat it."
It would be best if you can save the ransom money...
"I'm not like you..." Tasia closed her mouth and changed her words: "...I'm not like those people who don't abide by the contract."
"Even a slave contract?"
Annan already got the answer when he asked.
This belief is both admirable and foolish.
Annan had no choice but to use water from the kettle to help Tasia clean the wound carefully. After confirming that the rotten smell could hardly be smelled, he let her bask in the rotten ankle.
Tasia sat on the grass and quietly ate the food Annan had brought.
Annan squatted at her feet, waving his notes to scare away the annoying flies.
"I will try to save enough money as soon as possible after I go back."
It seems that the qualification test can only be postponed.
After sitting with Tasia in the forest glade for a while, Annan opened "The Sky" to read to her, asked about the ghosts and kobolds in the mine, and bandaged Tasia's wounds at the urging of the foreman, and
She said goodbye and returned to Pinglin Town.
Annan's desire for money became urgent again.
He originally planned to keep the pajamas that he would sell in Breeze City later, but he rummaged through the closet and pulled Martin with him to the street.
There are no stores with mortgage items in the town. Annan and Martin visited several tailor shops and ready-made clothing stores. They were full of praise for the material and feel of the pajamas, but they were only willing to offer a price of 8 silver coins at most. Even though Annan pointed to the modern craftsmanship of stitching and fabrics
It is said that this is the handiwork of a famous master.
Eight silver coins were obviously not a small amount, almost the monthly income of Aunt Susan's family. He didn't see Martin winking at Annan crazily.
But there is still a long way to go before Annan can raise enough money——
Borrow or advance money from Mr. Victor?
"Your reward comes from what you pay at this time." You don't need to think about it to know that the lawful and old-fashioned old man will say this.
The same goes for Mr. Fast. If he could, he would have provided a kinner for testing qualifications.
Annan sold his pajamas and was still thinking about how to exchange "Fa Breaking the Sky" for money when noises came from far down the street. A circus in a caravan was performing on the busiest street in Pinglin Town.
Annan, who wanted to sell "The Law Breaks the Sky", was led by Martin to blend into the peripheral crowd.
The caravan unfolded its carport and sold goods to the gathered townspeople. Annan was just thinking about whether he would make more profit by selling his pajamas to them, when he saw the guards whose leather armor was stained with congealed blood.
These guards are all powerful professionals - not the most ordinary professionals like the town guards.
They are not easy to mess with.
The caravan began entering each town with a routine performance: the actor playing the mage held a burning "staff" and swayed the burning powder to repel the actor playing the enemy, causing the townspeople to exclaim and whisper, "This is
Is it magic?" "Is he a magician?"
Annan smelled the stench of burning kerosene and phosphorus powder, but his attention was focused on the guards armed with swords or bows and arrows surrounding the caravan.
They look much more fierce than Mr. Fast, who leans lazily against the counter all day long.
Annan returned his attention to the simple stage due to the sudden screams of the women. A shirtless strong man appeared on the stage and caused screams. He played a warrior and then threw a handful of copper coins on it - Annan watched this scene
, the eyes become brighter.
Martin next to him quietly covered his buttocks.
At this time, Annan saw a familiar strong figure among the women.
"Aunt Susan?"
Annan squeezed toward them in surprise: "Aunt Susan!"
Aunt Susan and her sisters soon noticed Annan, "He's so cute -" and then Annan was like a young deer being toyed with by several lionesses.
As for Martin, he was left out like a lone hyena.
Annan didn't ask why Aunt Susan was here, but just entrusted Aunt Susan to bring her sisters to the pub tonight to support her.
Then he ran back to the tavern, found Fast and said, "Mr. Fast, do you want to make the tavern business better?"
"What other ideas does our future mage have?"
"No, I've already prepared it."
Annan looked at Fast. With his strong and tall body and his resolute face as carved as an axe, he was better than that actor in every aspect. And most importantly: he was a genuine elite warrior.
"Now just a little detail is needed..."
In the evening, Aunt Susan and a dozen of her sisters came to the tavern.
Then, when Fast appeared in the hall wearing high boots, half unbuttoning his shirt, and holding a long sword, the women's screams shook the wine.
When these women crowded up, Fast couldn't help but wonder, why did he pay all this for dozens of copper coins?