It's not just the only oil lamp in the basement that brings dullness and depression.
Annan lowered his eyes slightly, feeling disappointed but not surprised. Because he had already prepared for the result in front of him.
Just like cedar trees planted in cold areas in the tropics. How can a person who comes from a world without magic and does not know magic get close to magic?
It has been more than a month since Annan came to this world.
During this month, he met Aunt Susan's family, Mr. Fast and his friends, Mr. Victor, made friends, learned language and writing, and had a suspected encounter.
His future is not gloomy. For example, he still has the opportunity to become Mr. Fast's apprentice. For example, the remuneration from "The Law Breaks the Sky" will allow him to have enough food and clothing. Countless literature and knowledge in his hometown can only be reproduced to an infinite extent.
One can make him a rich man.
It's just that Annan wants to experience the extraordinaryness of this world for himself.
After completing the fiftieth perception, the magic stone loses its magical properties and becomes an ordinary crystal with only ornamental value.
Beautiful but useless.
"Mr. Victor, I'm going out first."
Annan and Mr. Victor, who seemed to be in a worse mood than himself, said that when they returned outside, they saw little Winchet standing outside the locked door.
Little Winchet hasn't been here for several days. Ever since she saw Annan in the tavern...dressed in a chic way, she thought Annan had seduced her aunt, but in order to become Mr. Victor's disciple, she had to come to the library.
"I know what you're worried about."
When Annan registered Little Winchet, he said: "Good news, I can't become Mr. Victor's disciple... I don't have the qualifications to become a magician."
Little Winchet looked at Annan's writing "Little Winchet" strangely, but still replied: "I never worry about this... I just want you to leave Aunt Margery."
"You should talk to her instead of me." Annan didn't know anything.
"I'll tell her when she gets back."
Seeing Little Winchet greet Mr. Victor who had just stepped out of the basement, Annan lowered his head and opened the last page of "The Wizard Turns Left and the Warlock Turns Right."
At the end of the book, the great mage named Oga Petrie left a message.
[If humans measure the greatness of the world, then magicians measure the greatness of the stars.]
Annan could no longer empathize.
Compared with the illusory mage, he should think about down-to-earth things: for example, the story of "The Magic Breaks the Sky" will remain popular for a while, but the customers will eventually get tired of it. Before the traveling merchant brings back the good news, he'd better "carry it"
A novel fills the void.
…
【Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly...live?】
[Sdrago looked at the handwriting that appeared on the title page of the book and sneered as he prepared to close the note. This was obviously some boring magic trick. But when he touched the note, a strange heart palpitation made him stop.]
salsa——
Annan crossed out this piece of useless manuscript.
This book cannot be slightly modified like "The Law Breaks the Sky". If you want to copy it, it must be completely localized - replace the movie plots in the original book with popular stories in the world - but Annan's masterpiece about this world
Inadequate understanding.
And you can't expect the patrons who drink in the pub all day to read a few books.
Then Annan suddenly remembered that he forgot to bring Tasia...
The afterglow of the setting sun shines into the hall from the side, and the hour and minute hands of the clock overlap vertically, echoing the sound of the bell.
Mr. Victor said nothing to Annan and left the library with Little Winchet on his cane.
Annan barely guessed what Mr. Victor was thinking - after half a month of review, Victor decided to give him a chance, but unfortunately he failed to grasp it...
After closing the window and locking the door, Annan pulled his long and narrow shadow and disappeared at the corner of the crowded street.
Annan rushed to the tavern and apologized to Tasia, promising to take her there tomorrow, and then started a new busy night.
Fast leaned against the wooden pillar and watched Annan, who was busier than usual, looking lower than usual. When he was temporarily free, he waved to him.
"What did Mr. Victor say?"
"Well...Mr. Victor will help me conduct the qualification test, so I don't have to pay." Annan was vague.
He hasn't figured out how to tell them yet.
The bard also temporarily stopped his story and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to become Mr. Victor's disciple?"
"I'm still thinking."
"The importance of Mr. Victor cannot be compared to this rude warrior... You must not miss it."
Evelin was also happy for Annan, but at the same time she was also disappointed: "Will you stop coming after you become a mage?"
"No...well, probably not."
Annan managed to smile in the face of these well-intentioned discussions.
Late at night, Annan returned to Aunt Susan's house with a body that was equally tired in mind and body. She and Uncle Huolin were still awake, and greeted Annan who walked into the yard with their spacious arms:
"Oh, my dear little Annan, you are about to become a mage."
"Not necessarily...Aunt Susan."
"Our little Annan will definitely become a mage."
"Yes, I knew it from the moment I saw you..."
Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin were chattering.
Annan forced a smile, and then turned into a distant sigh after returning to the room alone.
Early the next morning, Annan first went to the pub with a sumptuous breakfast prepared by Aunt Susan, and then went to the library with Tasia.
Opening the library door, Annan registered Tasia while talking about the things to note in the library.
Mr. Victor arrived on time, saw Tasia, and walked into the basement without saying anything.
Tasia went into the bookshelf to pick out books, when another guest came in - Horn, the son of a rich man who was also the interviewer. He didn't come as often as Winchet.
Annan registered as usual, but something unexpected happened today. Horn saw Tasia and asked disgustedly: "Who let you in? Disgusting orc!"
"No noise is allowed in the library." Annan stood in front of Tasia, "Be polite, Tasia will follow Mr. Fast's work."
Horn wanted to shut up, but the stubbornness of his peers made him say harsh words: "I knew the members of that organization would not give up!"
That organization?
Annan frowned and let Horn leave.
The quarrel seemed to have alerted Victor, who left the basement and said, "Let your friends leave."
"Mr. Victor, you said that everyone has the right to knowledge."
Annan was surprised. Mr. Victor was lawful and old-fashioned, but he was by no means a mean person.
"Lock the door."
Annan realized that Mr. Victor might have something else on his mind.
Let Tasia leave first, and Annan followed Victor into the basement.
Standing in the basement, Annan seemed to have passed through a strange film and saw the shadow of an ordinary carved wooden door standing in front of him.
"What did you see?" Victor's voice rang in his ears.
"A door..."
"...You can't become a mage."
Victor's face looked like relief and emotion. It was hard to believe that Mr. Victor, who usually kept a straight face, could express such complicated emotions.
