Alien world

Chapter 16 16. The Second Job

The weird-looking Martin passed by the weird-looking Annan, and asked the weird-looking Evelyn for a bottle of wine for the weird-looking guest.

Fast guessed wrong.

The guest still came.Unlike yesterday, today he was sitting in a conspicuous place in the tavern, wearing clean and tidy clothes and a tie that looked like that, looking at Annan at the counter.

"What's going on with that guest..."

Annan stood behind the wooden pillar to avoid the fiery gaze.

"Our Annan's charm is unstoppable even by men."

Evelyn lay on the counter with her chin resting on her face, peeking at Annan's reaction when she said "we".

Martin said seriously like never before: "Cousin, we have to sleep in separate rooms."

"Good idea, are you ready?"

"what to prepare?"

"I was driven to sleep in the yard by Aunt Susan."

The slightly curved moon was gradually shrouded by broken clouds. The guests were worried about the rain in the middle of the night, so they hurriedly stepped on the bluestone road outside the tavern that was not illuminated by the moon.

The guest also left in a daze.

The bard stopped the story and plucked the strings. As if it was an agreed signal, Annan approached with a glass of rye wine.

"How's your new job going?"

"I'll go to the interview tomorrow."

Annan, who wanted to seize the opportunity, visited the shops around the bookstore during the day.At first, the neighbors' accounts fit what Fast described as "a wise mage's apprentice."However, as time went by, that Mr. Victor was labeled as stubborn, old man, eccentric and so on.

In order to verify this, Annan observed in the morning and saw an old man with gray hair sticking to his scalp meticulously, and a shirt under a sleeveless sweater in a neat and wrinkle-free way to the restaurant next door.

He frowned and pointed to the crooked bow tie of the waiter, and he stretched his brows after the waiter tidied it up.

Seeing Fast who was never buttoned and his collar was dirty and yellow, he might throw a fireball at him.If he will.

At noon, Victor walked out of the library on time and went to the adjacent restaurant to order mashed potatoes and broccoli.Annan sat in the corner, watching Victor frown every time someone talked loudly or made loud noises.

An old man who is a bit of a clean freak and doesn't like noise.

"Such a small place still has an interview?" the bard was surprised.

"Mr. Victor is an admirable magic apprentice. His accumulation of knowledge makes many mages feel inferior." Fast walked over.

"If the most knowledgeable mage apprentice is selected from the Kingdom of Rikan, Michael will rank him in the top [-]."

"Top [-]? Is it just a sorcerer's apprentice?" The bard even felt that this was used to humiliate people.

"Michael asked me to tell you, if you say 'it's only the top [-] apprentices', I will tell you that some mage apprentices are more knowledgeable than mages, and they are suitable as mentors."

Knowledge is a valuable asset, the cornerstone upon which spells are built.The old guys who have been wandering in the ocean of knowledge for a long time are not comparable to the confident young people who have just become mages.They are restricted only by qualifications and luck.

This also explains why Victor's temper is so weird-it is strange to be calm when facing a door that has not been opened for him for decades.

And there are rumors that the old magic apprentice is looking for a mantle.

So why Fast said just to provide Annan with a chance.Because there are other opponents - sons of rich people, nobles, and mage families.

So Fast allowed Annan to go back one hour earlier today.

Annan bid farewell to his colleagues in the tavern, put down his apron, and went back to Aunt Susan's house for an early rest.

……

The first ray of sunlight in the morning poured into the room.

Annan woke up leisurely, the linen coat he asked Aunt Susan to iron last night was neatly folded beside the pillow, Martin was lying on his bed, his buttocks were bulging, revealing the outline of the stuffed wooden board.

Putting on wrinkled and dirty clothes, Annan did not smear ashes any more, and set off in the morning light, stepping into the library filled with the fragrance of paper and ink.

The noise did not disturb this peaceful place, and the library was a little different from what I imagined—it was more like a bookstore without high ceilings and bookshelves that could only be reached by stepping on stairs.But there is no doubt that Annan likes it here.

Annan quickly saw his competitors: a dazzlingly dressed young man with ten fingers and six jewel rings, a young man in a dark red dress with rims unique to nobles, and a mage robe with long brown hair A girl in a loose bundle.

The two young men seemed to dismiss the new bumpkin at first sight.

It's definitely not the guy's looks that make them jealous.

"Who was the first to come?"

Mr. Victor sat alone at another desk.

The young man in aristocratic clothes stood up, straightened his collar, came to the table, and saluted respectfully: "My uncle Master asked me to express my sincere regards to you."

"Master?"

"Yes, uncle often mentions you..."

"Remind me of what?"

"Er... your erudition..."

Mr. Victor shook his head: "Who is the second one?"

The distraught young nobleman walked away, and the young man full of nouveau riche came.

"...my father Chekesey asked me to send you my sincere regards." He greeted discreetly.

"What can you bring to the library?" the old man cut to the chase.

This question is exactly what the young man is good at, and he regained his confidence: "We can buy both land and books."

"Then what can you bring to the library yourself?"

"Uh……"

The young man was speechless, sweat dripped from his tense forehead, and he raised his sleeve to wipe it off.

He's out.Annan thought.

Sure enough, Victor showed disgust: "Who is next?"

The mage-robed girl stood up and came to Victor's desk.

Still the same question: "What can you bring to the library?"

"Order." The girl said calmly.

Victor's brows stretched slightly, and he continued to ask: "Do you know what is the most important thing in the library?"

"These precious books."

Victor was satisfied with this answer, and when he was about to make a choice, he remembered something and looked this way: "Is there another one, right?"

So Annan appeared at the end like all protagonists, but it seemed that it was too late.

The old man reached for the kettle and watched Annan sitting in front of him.

"Coffee or water?"

"Water will do."

Annan was still thinking that this old man was not as difficult to contact as he imagined.

"Wrong guess, it's coffee."

As the warm coffee gurgled into the water cup, he continued to ask, "What can you bring to the library?"

Annan suddenly gave up his original plan at this time, and answered in another way: "A librarian."

The wrinkles on Victor's face stretched out like daisies: "Do you know what is the most important thing in the library?"

"Shh..."

Annan put his index finger on his mouth and pointed to the reminder hanging on the bookcase to keep quiet: "Please keep your voice down."

Victor stood up suddenly on crutches, then sat back in his seat, and said in a low voice:

"You passed, come to work tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)