The frequent turning of books disturbs the tranquility of the library.
[Warlocks can only use awakened power, and are destined to be inferior to magicians in all aspects. A normal magician can choose any of the six schools of magic, and can eventually learn it even if he is not good at it. But warlocks can only use their awakened power.
Spells...]
Ta-ta-
Even the slightest sound of footsteps would make Annan raise his head.
Little Winchet picked a book from the bookshelf and returned to Mr. Victor. Terms such as "Breeze City" floated vaguely.
Annan tried to return his attention to the book, but Tasia's condition put him in no mood.
[...The advantages of warlocks? They just have fewer numbers and can learn spells faster...]
Even the conflict between the wizard and the warlock could not make Annan immersed in the story.
"You haven't been able to calm down since you came here this morning."
Mr. Victor's cane looked at the table, which made Annan wake up.
Just when Annan was about to explain the situation, Mr. Victor raised his wrinkled cheeks and said, "I don't want to hear your excuses. You will be considered absent from work for half a day today. You can go back and solve the problem before you come back to work."
"Thank you Mr. Victor!"
Annan sat up excitedly, ran out frantically, and then ran back to put down the key.
Dozens of minutes later, Annan arrived at the haunted gold mine. Tasia was still in the mine at this time, and Annan spent two copper coins to ask a miner to help call her out.
Annan first checked Tasia's wound in the shack, and it seemed that it was not serious. But when he removed the shackles and untied the cloth, he saw that the erosion that had been cleaned yesterday was covered with fine white maggot eggs laid by flies.
Tasia is not a true tauren, and does not have a physique that can be restored even without rest.
"You really don't want to resist the contract that enslaved you?" Annan endured the stench and cleaned away the maggot eggs, looking at him seriously.
"The contract is more important than death."
Tasia is as stubborn as a dwarf.
It is also different from the tauren that Annan read in the book...after all, no tauren like philosophy and painting.
"Take me to the foreman."
Annan asked Tasia to lead him to find the person holding Tasia's contract. After expressing his intention, the foreman lion said loudly: "Two gold nards."
"You only spent 70 silver coins when you bought... him."
"That was the price before."
"He is almost 20 pounds lighter than when you bought him, and his ankles are rotten and infested with maggots. How much energy does he still have to work? How long can he work?"
The foreman frowned, and of course he smelled the disgusting rancid smell: "One gold and fifty silver."
It still exceeded Annan's mental threshold. Staring at this thin guy for a moment, Annan gave up the idea of irritating him and letting Tasia break his head.
"One jinnaar. If possible, I will go back and get the money now."
The foreman pondered. The newly discovered mineral veins are almost exhausted. These slaves will be sold again soon, and now they can earn an extra 30 silver coins... The most important thing is that they can be put into their own pockets.
"Can."
"I'll go back and get the money."
Annan couldn't completely believe this foreman in the gray area, so he leaned close to Tasia and whispered: "If I don't come back before dark, he is up to something. Subdue him and rescue me..."
As if he was overthinking it, nothing happened when Annan returned to town from the gold mine. Returning to Aunt Susan's house, he dug out 20 silver coins from under the bed and ran out.
"Annan, where are you going?"
Aunt Susan held the wash basin and shouted towards Annan's hurried back.
"I have something to do!"
"Follow little Annan!" Aunt Susan shouted to Martin who was chopping firewood.
Martin hurriedly ran outside, then ran back and put down the axe.
Annan soon discovered that Martin had followed him, and simply told him that he was going to borrow money from Mr. Fast.
"Why not ask Aunt Susan?"
"Aunt Susan has helped enough."
Annan could no longer speak to Aunt Susan who had been helping him.
When we rushed to the Dawn Tavern, it was not open yet. Only Fast and Soruman Bronzebeard were talking in the empty hall.
The female dwarf was about to hide back in the wine cellar when she saw Annan and Martin coming.
"Why did you come so early?" Fast asked strangely.
"Mr. Fast, I would like to borrow a gold coin from you."
"Yes, you have to lend us money." Martin agreed, "If you don't want to lend us money, I won't come to work today."
"Is there such a good thing?"
Fast came to Annan and looked down at him.
"I don't want to lend it to you, Annan." This elite warrior insisted. "'Because the time you spent on the rose makes the rose important,' this is what you told me."
"It's not a qualification test." Annan recounted Tasia's experience from the beginning and called Martin, "Martin can testify."
"The big orc?"
"It's a half-tauren."
It was somewhat difficult for Martin to distinguish between tauren and orcs.
Soruman Bronzebeard jumped to the floor with a thump, and rushed towards Annan like a rolling barrel. His eyes, which were almost hidden in his thick beard and braids, shone with a strange light.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"She's my friend."
"You want to be friends with a half-tauren?"
"Um."
"I'll lend it to you!" Soruman Bronzebeard said excitedly, patting his chest.
Fast remained calm: "What about your qualification test?"
"Knowledge will not disappear, it will only increase." Annan suppressed his desire for magic.
Soruman Bronzebeard had already taken out a gold coin. Annan accepted it with thanks and looked at Fast: "Mr. Fast, I also hope you can do me a favor."
…
The yellowing sky, the quiet woods, the quiet campground.
Tasia was still in the shack, and Annan saw a miner running away after seeing him. Not long after, the foreman appeared in front of the shack.
Annan followed the agreement and took out a gold nard with the profile of the goddess of wealth printed on it: "Where's the contract?"
"The price has gone up now, boy. I want two gold nuggets."
The foreman's eyes reflected the gold coins, and as expected, he was gripped by greed.
"Mr. Fast."
Annan, who was well prepared, let out a low cry, and a silhouette with broad shoulders and plump muscles walked out of the shadows.
Fast was shorter than Tasia, but as an elite professional, the oppressive feeling brought by his momentum alone made the foreman speechless with fear.
"How much do you want now?"
"One...one gold coin is enough..."
"I think the price of 1 kinnar is too high."
"Of course...I, I bought it for 70 silver coins, so I should sell it to you for 70 silver coins..."
"Get some money."
Annan threw the gold coins to the miners and did not continue to bargain. Although he could do so.
The foreman took out the contract and fled here quickly.
"Is this it?" Annan handed the contract to Tasia.
"This is my slave contract."
Under the yellowing sunset, Tasia held up the contract, knelt on one knee in front of Annan, and lowered her head in submission. "Now, you are my master."
"No."
Annan took the crumpled contract and tore it in half.