Alien world

Chapter 20 Chapter 20. My Struggle
What Annan thought was that soon after he had mastered the common language and saved enough money, the results of the aptitude test were blockbuster and he had the potential to practice both magic and martial arts. Beautiful mentors, top-quality beasts, gods and gods, wealth and status followed one after another.

But even when he got to the point where he could talk to Victor about the beauty of poetry, the beauty of his anthology, and discuss philosophy and history all night long, he wouldn't have enough money to pass the test.

From what the gray-robed mage described as "the mage spends money like running water".Annan hasn't even opened the door yet.

Besides libraries and taverns, Annan had to find other things to do.

After a sleepless night of tossing and turning, Annan got up to start a new day.

Facing the busier flow of people on Sunday than usual, they came to the library, still cleaned the dust, and then chose a biographical novel with a magician as the main character.

The birch chip bookmark he bought for 1 copper coin is still on the twelfth page of "Rakaner Geography", but at this moment Annan urgently needs something of interest to offset the gradual decline of interest due to boring knowledge.

Soon, Annan immersed himself in biographical novels without much rhetorical polish, following the childhood steps of the legendary mage.When he raised his head again, the minute hand of the clock had already dropped to half o'clock.

Mr. Victor didn't come.

Annan thought about how to make fun of Victor for a while, and continued to read, when he raised his head again, it was already more than ten minutes later.Mr. Victor still did not come.

This is unbelievable for the punctual and orderly old man.

Annan stopped sitting still, tore off a page of note paper, wrote "Closed business, find Victor" crookedly and pasted it on the door.

Just as the door of the library was closed, a shadow overlapped.She is the niece of the Wine Lady.

"Mr. Victor hasn't come yet, do you know where he went?"

"I don't know." The leaden gray eyes of the girl in the robe, which showed color in the sunlight, scanned the note on the door and returned to Annan, "But I know where he lives."

"take me."

Fortunately, this cheap niece did not shirk, and led Annan to Victor's residence.

At the same time, Annan observed the necessary road, so as not to miss him lying on the side of the road.For example, the grumpy old man was hit on the head by a bad boy, or his foot slipped and fell in the gutter.

When they came to a single-family mansion on Rich Street, which was nicknamed "Guard Street" by the townspeople, "Little Winchet" indicated that it was here.

Annan stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a while there were familiar footsteps behind the door.

click-

Mr. Victor's always serious face appeared behind the door.

"Didn't you go to the library?" Annan let go of his worries.

"Because the library is closed today."

"You didn't tell me." Annan didn't know about rest days.

"Didn't I say it?"

"No."

"I'm saying it now."

As if delusional, Annan seemed to feel a hint of successful cunning from those slightly cloudy eyes. He couldn't say anything, he could only say "Have a nice day" and bid farewell to leave, then looked suspiciously as if he knew all this Little Winchet.

"Did you know that the library is closed today?"

"You didn't tell me about my aunt either."

"We..." Annan swallowed back "nothing", what if there is really something...

In any case, a day off with the same salary is a good thing.

An Nanhe followed his little Winchet back to the library.He tore off the note on the door, checked the windows and the basement door, and said to Little Winchet, who was still in the library, "I'm going to close the door."

Watching the silent little Winchet leave, Annan returned to Aunt Susan's house.

"Aunt Susan, I'm going out to see a friend."

"Our little Annan has also started to have friends." Aunt Susan who was drying clothes was about to call Martin who was still sleeping, but Annan stopped him.

With some copper coins in his pocket, he asked Aunt Susan to help him smear some dust on his face.

"Are you coming back for dinner?"

"return."

Waving his hands, Annan walked out of the yard, left Pinglin Town, and walked along the winding road to the haunted gold mine hill.

Even with the bloody events of a week ago, the Haunted Gold Mine is still open and even busier—they accidentally found a dying vein after that attack—and even that yields hundreds of benefits.

Knowing that Tasia is still here through inquiry, Annan felt relieved and walked towards the woods.Sit and wait under the weedless root of the tree where Tasia used to sit.

The spots of light sprinkled through the canopy moved slowly, and as noon came, the miners walked out of the haunted gold mine one after another.

Tasia, who was nearly two meters tall, was extremely conspicuous among them.

But Annan frowned as she approached.

"You are hurt?"

Tasia's left leg was short and awkward. Annan told her to stand still, squatting in front of her dirt-covered legs, and lifted the shackles.

The thick ankle showed a circle of erosive wounds.

Annan, who smelled the rotten smell, said: "Your wound is rotten...wait for me here."

Annan ran to the hut, quickly brought a bowl of water, tore off the corner of his clothes, wiped the wound with wet, and then bandaged it.

Tasia lowered her head, quietly watching him doing the despicable work that a servant would do to her alien slave.

"Phew... that's it."

Annan put on a tight bandage, wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up: "Don't let the shackles touch the wound, keep it ventilated and exposed to the sun, it's best to find a way to untie the shackles."

"Why are you helping me?" the quiet Tasia asked.The muffled sound is neither crisp nor pleasant.

"You are my first friend here."

As for Aunt Susan's family...they're family.

Annan sat back under the tree roots and patted to the side.Tasia sat beside him after hesitation, listening to Annan tell what happened after he left the haunted gold mine.

"...now, I work in the tavern, and I also work in the library, in order to save money... What about you?"

Tasia's turn: she says her foreman died under a kobold warlock's fireball, but the slave bond is still there, and she was sold to another foreman for 70 silver coins.

"You need money?"

Tasia reached into her pocket, and there were about a dozen copper coins lying on her muddy palm.

"I picked it off the body."

"...Not for now." Annan shook his head, stood up and said, "I'm going back, and I'll find a way to buy you."

That evening, Annan who came to the tavern found that the gray-robed mage Michael was also there.

"Look at your condition." Michael greeted him.

But Annan's focus today is not on him.Run to ask the bard about the world's popular stories.

"Very...popular," said the bard.

This was verified by Annan in the library the next day.

These literary works lack twists and turns and obstacles, and the content of best-selling works is also lacklustre. What was written hundreds of years ago will be written hundreds of years later.

Thinking of the aptitude test and Tasia's injury, Annan thought that maybe he could write a book to get out of the predicament.

Then bring it to the bard for appreciation.

As a bard who sings and sells stories, he knows which stories are most popular.

(End of this chapter)