Annan picked up the gold-gilded invitation letter, which was valuable in itself, and unconsciously rubbed the rough gold sand on the surface. Fast had to remind Annan again before he remembered to open it.
[To: Your Excellency Annan Warlock
We sincerely invite you to attend the banquet at the mayor's mansion tonight.
——Mayor Hassan Midkin]
But the content is just written in ordinary ink.
"Why did you invite me?"
Annan confirmed that the name before "Your Excellency Warlock" was his own.
"Because you are already a 'big shot' like us."
Fast likes Annan. He has a strong thirst for knowledge, a friendly attitude without prejudice, and is a warlock. Only his ignorance of common sense makes him unable to understand...
"Because of the warlock?"
Annan really doesn't have much of an idea. It's all because he didn't put in much effort into this identity. Whether he was adopted by Aunt Susan or he found two jobs, he was just trying to survive in this world.
Even though many contents in the library and the warlock's handbooks reminded Annan that spellcasters were equal to nobles, he still didn't have much concept, such as the privileges and luxurious life of nobles... For Annan, suddenly becoming a warlock was like preparing to explore the underground.
A newcomer to the city discovered a treasure chest that should be guarded by the leader monster at the entrance of the cave - should he continue to explore the dungeon or go home?
"Because of the warlock."
Fast nodded. "Mr. Victor is just a mage apprentice. Why do you think he can live in a wealthy street and open a library?'
"Because of his knowledge?"
"Where does his knowledge come from?"
"His identity."
"That's the reason." Fast reached out and brushed Annan's collar, "So even if you dress like the poor all day long and hang out with the poor, you are still a noble spell caster. Do you think the Warlock Protection Association is
Made up?"
Annan doesn't think so... The Warlock's Codex clearly mentions the Warlock Protection Association - this is a paranoid and crazy group that spans multiple worlds. But if you are a warlock, you will simply love them to death.
It's just that Pinglin Town is a small place, Breeze City isn't that big, and Ruikan'er Kingdom is also a remote place.
"Then do I have to keep the appointment?"
Annan planned to ask Mr. Fast for his advice.
"You can reject them as you like. I can imagine that there will be nothing but praise and wooing at the banquet."
Fast did not want him to go, and the bard had the opposite opinion.
Annan has never seen real prosperity, even if he has been to Breeze City once. Just talk about the tavern that the bard complained about countless times. In the Dawn Tavern, there are only customers, only drinking, and nothing else to do.
A real tavern will have: part-time job takers, mixed gangs, customers of all races, insults and fights, a smoky second floor, and alluring and naked girls.
"If you don't understand something, learn about it. The cost is part of growing up."
Like a woman's slender fingers crossing the strings, the bard sang about the drunken life and death of the southern nobles:
"Cut open the lamb to reveal a suckling pig; cut open the suckling pig to reveal a white goose; peel open the white goose to reveal a tuna; cut open the belly of the fish to reveal a young duck; tear open the young duck to reveal the delicious food
The eggs are among them. The nobles threw away lambs, suckling pigs, white geese, tuna, and ducklings, just to enjoy the nurturing pearl..."
The bard's singing convinced some guests to order some food.
"Are these real?"
Annan gained a new understanding of the waste and extravagance of the nobility.
"Fake."
The bard then continued: "Just lamb and eggs? Are you insulting those 'nobles'?"
"Titan meat, unicorns, dragon eggs... these are the parts of the dish that are thrown away. To put it simply, they are just for the common people to understand."
The farther south you go inland, the more extravagant the trend becomes, and the pleasure god system becomes more popular. It is said that some towns are so exaggerated that they can't even stand neutral gods such as the goddess of wealth, and withdraw from the church. It is only a matter of time before they are corrupted.
"Those professionals just sit back and watch?"
"No. They will also join."
The bard's narration is like a noble being rotten to the core. He also gave an example: "Suppose a noble suddenly appears now. He takes a fancy to your potential and will bear all your future expenses at the cost of protecting his family.
, do you agree?"
Yesterday, Annan might still refuse, but after knowing the expenses he would face...
"Coaxing, inducement, marriage, threats, using all means to tie you to the family, don't worry about anything, just increase your strength, just like... a pig in captivity. Then when the carnival reaches its peak, it will instantly collapse."
The emotional bard temporarily decided to tell a story tonight:
Five months ago, a city-state in the south was captured by a tide of rats. Although two towering mage towers stood tall, and there were hundreds of thousands of noble private soldiers and professionals, the legendary mage opened a legendary defense shield in the city. But when the terrifying
The rat tide stretches for hundreds of miles.
The cavity blasted out by the magician array was filled by rats one after another in a blink of an eye. When the legendary defensive cover was filled with gnawing rats, when the bloated and towering magician tower collapsed, this city with a population of hundreds of thousands was like a violent wind.
The papyrus under the rain is quietly annihilated.
The bard's description was so vivid that the guests forgot to drink and the food cooled.
"Are these real?"
Annan still asked, and the bard said it was true, but he didn't know where it happened or how far away it was.
"Coming with the wind again?" Fast teased him, "It seems that the wind is strong enough."
Most of the guests thought so, because the south was too far away for them, and many people would never leave their county throughout their lives.
Annan does not.
The bard had no reason to deceive it, and for the bard profession, "coming with the wind" meant a revelation from the gods - that was a true story.
He thought the world was safe enough, but now it seems that it is only generally safe. For individuals, their life and death are insignificant.
Annan decided to keep the appointment, and then ran to the cellar to find Soruman Bronzebeard, and gave him the invitation letter to help him melt it into gold particles. When he returned to the tavern, he happened to meet the bard and persuaded Fast and Annan to attend the banquet together.
"Originally I didn't want to attend a boring party..." Fast sighed and looked at Annan's linen coat, "I'm going to buy a dress tomorrow."
"I have no money..."
"I'll lend it to you."
After the scary rat tide story, the bard told an inspirational story to ease the guests' emotions. Annan didn't pay attention at first, but at a certain moment, he heard the bard say, "Because of the time you spent on the roses,
