Meditation can indeed replace sleep, and Annan didn't feel sleepy at all when he woke up.
The only cost is about 50 silver coins per night.
The girl in the Morrowind Tavern who relies on her "elven blood" only only has 6 silver coins.
Breakfast was minced meat, soft bread, and a small plate of pickles. Aunt Susan's way of handling the meat was very unfamiliar, or in other words, every step of the process from the time it was cut to when it was still alive was unfamiliar - absolutely impossible.
It gets rid of the fishy smell of the meat. Fortunately, the baked bread with slightly crispy skin and crispy pickles wash away the fishy smell of the pork itself.
Annan gave up the idea of buying a random gift to deceive Mr. Victor, and went out with a pound of bread prepared for him. He would not be really angry if he forgot to bring a gift to the old man. If he lied to him, he would be asking for trouble.
Opening the library door and placing the bread in Victor's sunny corner, Annan began to clean up. From the corner of his eye, he watched Mr. Victor walk into the library at nine o'clock on time and shrink into the wooden chair. After a while, he disappeared from sight.
The aroma of bread wafts from behind the chair——
After cleaning the library, Annan put the dust into a dustpan, wetted his handkerchief and wiped his palms clean, then returned to the desk and opened the Warlock's Codex.
The current progress is on the "Charm Chapter", well...after the Meditation Chapter, Annan's favorite part.
[The world has a misunderstanding about warlocks, thinking that we are always spreading our strong emotions and body fluids everywhere. From red dragons to dwarves, there is no creature we refuse. There are ten times more erotic novels with warlocks as the protagonists than wizards, warriors, and bards combined.
...This is naked prejudice, we are not sentimental people.
Just because of our damn charm. Regardless of blood warlocks or awakened warlocks, they have an irresistible attraction to other races... You should have heard that elves think humans are ugly, dwarves think humans are thin, and giants think humans are not even young giants.
The penis is big, but the charm of the warlock will make up for these problems.】
[So, don’t feel inferior about this, this is one of the advantages that makes warlocks stand at the top of all professions——]
After reading this part, Annan fell into deep thought.
Tasia and Soruman Bronzebeard have not revealed their forbidden feelings towards them for the time being. Regardless of the possible exaggeration in the manuscript, it may be because Annan is not yet a qualified sorcerer - the magic vortex created by meditation cannot cast spells stably.
Then for the next ten days, Annan's life was stable: traveling between the library, the pub, and Aunt Susan's house all day long.
It’s just that there is still a long way to go before releasing low-level summoning spells. Annan, who occasionally wants to save money, will also try to meditate in the library, or without using magic materials, but the effect is not good, or it has no effect.
Whenever he recalled the pulling power of yesterday, he would be dragged out of meditation by the insignificant sound of turning books, wind whistles, and sounds outside the street.
Lindy didn't come today, and there weren't many visitors to the library. There was a noise on the street at noon, and I don't know what happened.
In the afternoon, Mr. Victor's elongated shadow swayed slightly.
It's Victor's afternoon tea time. Usually at this time, the old man would use a cane and walk to the restaurant next door to buy a cup of coffee. Since Annan came... In short, Annan came with the 20 copper coins given by Victor.
Restaurant next door.
This clean restaurant with a style similar to Breeze City is opened in Pinglin Town. It is foreseeable that there are not many customers. But if you laugh at the boss for being stupid, the boss will only laugh at you for having no brains——
As the only "aristocratic" restaurant in the town, rich people will order food here, and common people are also proud to have a meal here, so there is no shortage of business.
The waiter was already very familiar with Annan. This black-haired boy was both special and a neighbor. He asked the chef to bring the prepared coffee, and then continued chatting with his companions: "The mayor didn't let them in, and they were kicked out by the guards.
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"A bunch of monsters still want to come into town?"
In a few words, Annan heard that a group of tauren came to Pinglin Town.
Are they here because of Tasia?
Annan picked up the coffee and returned to the library thoughtfully.
After wandering in the ocean of books all afternoon, the clock rang. Annan bounced up like a gnome spring stuffed under his butt, rushed to the door, waited for Mr. Victor, whose face was full of disgust, to go out, and locked the door.
On the way to the tavern, he gradually completed the information from passers-by. For example, a tribe of tauren had indeed arrived and they were camping outside the town. Many townspeople were selling goods, and the prices were half or even one cent more expensive than in the town.
times.
When Annan rushed to the tavern, he saw Tasia, who had always been hiding in the cellar, huddled in front of the wine table, and Soruman Bronzebeard next to her was swinging his legs in the air.
"Tasia, you know?"
Tasia nodded, she was waiting for Annan.
"Are they here to find you?"
Tasia shook her head again. The tauren valued their tribe, but she was born in human society and lost her parents.
"Their destination is the snow-capped mountains to resist the northern demonic tide... Damn arrogant humans! Ahem... I'm not talking about you."
Soruman Bronzebeard's anger is understandable, because the humans didn't even let these guys who were guarding their safety enter the town, just because they were tauren.
At this time, Annan saw a bundle placed next to Tasia.
"You want to return to the Clan?"
"I hope you can allow it..." Tasia half-knelt down in front of Annan, but looked directly at him.
"You don't need to listen to anyone's orders anymore..." Annan shook his head slightly, a little reluctant but still said: "It would be better if the tauren accepted you and your life there."
But in fact, it may be that humans will not accept Tasia, and the tauren will not accept her either. Because Tasia is half human among tauren and half tauren among humans.
She is an outlier in every ethnic group.
"And you have to know that these tauren are going to the snowy mountains..."
Annan didn't know much about the situation in the north of Breeze City. He only knew that the other side of the snow-capped mountains was a territory occupied by demons.
"Only in blood and fire can growth occur." Tasia stood up.
Annan glanced at the book "Bastards" borrowed by Tasia out of curiosity, and he happened to remember this passage written on the title page.
"Okay, I'll go with you." Annan said, asking Soruman Bronzebeard to ask for leave for himself and Fast.
"Wait a minute."
After coming out, Annan stopped Tasia who wanted to go straight to the tauren camp. He and she first bought two 100-pound bags of semolina at the market and went outside the town.
The tauren surrounded a camp with wooden fences, and felt tents were scattered among them. Some townspeople were pushing carts or baskets to sell goods outside the camp.
"I'll negotiate with them..."
Annan reminded Tasia, and she approached a tauren with thick horns.
The tauren spotted Tasia approaching. It clenched its fist and tapped its forehead under its horns.
Tasia put down the flour and did the same thing.
The tauren's attitude suddenly became happy and excited. Annan guessed that this was what every tauren who recognized his identity would do.
The good news is that the tauren did not reject Tasia.
