Alien world

Chapter 22 22. Annan didn't let Fast go
Dawn Tavern and Library together earn at least four silver coins a week.

Before this winter, Annan would be able to save enough money for the aptitude test.

Still a little slow, but Annan started very low and used this time to make up for a severe lack of knowledge.I just don't know what's going on with Tasia.

While Annan was still looking forward to a bright future, the second weekend came.

"Remember to come back early."

According to Aunt Susan's instructions, Annan took the kettle, put a few pounds of black bread with dried meat in his bag, and set off for the haunted gold mine.

A few minutes later, Annan arrived at the low hill.It was not the break time yet, and there were not many miners in the camp.

Annan sat in the shade of a tree, using charcoal pencils to continue copying and revising "The Law Breaks the Sky" on his notes.

Tasia came out of the mine.Today is the scheduled rest day.

She saw the figure sitting in the shade, spots of light scattered around, shining pale skin against black hair.As Tasia approached, he raised his head, the sun was shining on his eyelashes, and his black eyes were clear and bright.

Looking at Tasia's strong body, which was thin and old and new, Annan frowned, but said nothing.

"This is for you."

Annan held up the burden.Tasia's rough feet stepped on the weeds, and the iron chains rattled and collided. After approaching, there was a smell of sweat and a faint smell of rancidity.

Annan removed the shackles, squatted in the increasingly strong smell of rancidity and untied the cloth strips wrapped around the wound.

The sticky secretions exuded a strong rancid smell, and the swollen and putrid wounds were bloody and bloody.Flies linger around.

"You didn't clean the wound as I said?"

A few days ago, the ankle that was strangled was severely eroded.

"It will sweat."

Tasia is just a slave, she does not have a suitable environment to recuperate.

"It will be more serious if it is delayed." Annan drove the flies around the wound and asked her to move to the sun.

There is resurrection in this world, and it will not be difficult to cure some fatal injuries and chronic diseases, let alone just infections.But there is no priest in Pinglin Town, and Annan is no longer ignorant of the world: such as prejudice and discrimination among various races.

The neglect Soluman Bronzebeard suffered in the tavern is evident.No priest or doctor would care to heal a tauren, even if she was half human.

Annan didn't want Tasia to lose her leg or even her life because of the untreated wound.

"Can you escape? I will help you find a way to treat it."

It would be best if you could save the ransom money...

"I'm not like you..." Tasia closed her mouth and changed her words: "...I don't break the contract like those people."

"Even if it's a slave contract?"

When the question came out, Annan had already got the answer.

Such a creed is admirable, but also foolish.

Annan had no choice but to help Tasia carefully clean the wound with clean water from the jug, and after confirming that the rancid smell could hardly be smelled, he let her dry her rotten ankle in the sun.

Tasia sat on the grass, quietly eating the food Annan brought.

Annan squatted at her feet, waving the note to disperse annoying flies.

"After I go back, I will find a way to save enough money as soon as possible."

It seems that the qualification test can only be postponed.

After sitting with Tasia in the glade for a while, Annan opened "Fallen Sky" for her to read, asked about the ghosts and kobolds in the mine, and bandaged Tasia's wound at the urging of the foreman, and She said goodbye and returned to Pinglin Town.

Annan's desire for money became urgent again.

He rummaged through the closet for the pajamas that he planned to keep and sell in Breeze City, and dragged Martin to the street.

There are no stores in the town for mortgaged items. Annan and Martin visited several tailors and clothing stores. They were full of praise for the texture of the pajamas, but they were only willing to ask for 8 silver coins at most.Even Annan pointed to the sutures and fabrics of modern craftsmanship and said that this is the handwriting of famous masters.

8 silver coins is obviously not a small amount, which is almost the income of Aunt Susan's family for a month. I didn't see Martin winking at Annan crazily.

But there is still a long way to go before Annan needs to raise enough money——

Borrow or advance from Mr. Victor?

"Your reward comes from your contribution at this time." It is not necessary to think that the lawful and rigid old man will say so.

So did Mr. Fast.If he could, he would have provided a kinnar for the test qualification a long time ago.

Annan sold his pajamas and was still thinking about how to exchange "Fallen Sky" into money, when the noise came from far away in the street.A circus in a caravan performed on the busiest street in Pinglin Town.

Annan, who wanted to sell "Breaking the Sky", was led by Martin to sneak into the peripheral crowd.

The caravan opened its carport and sold goods to the gathered townspeople.Annan was just thinking about whether selling pajamas to them would make more profit, when he saw the guards whose leather armor was stained with blood clotted.

These guards are all powerful professionals - not the most ordinary professionals like the guards in the town.

They are not easy to mess with.

Caravans began to enter the routine performances of each town: the actor playing the mage held the flaming "staff" and swung the burning powder to repel the actor playing the enemy, causing the townspeople to exclaim and whisper "this Is it magic?" "Is he a magician?"

Annan smelled the smell of kerosene and phosphorous powder burning, but he paid attention to the guards who surrounded the caravan with big swords or bows and arrows.

They looked much more aggressive than Mr. Fast who slouched against the counter all day.

Annan brought attention back to the humble stage with sudden screams from the women.The brawny shirtless man stepped onto the stage and caused screams. He played the role of a soldier and threw copper coins on it. Annan's eyes brightened as he watched this scene.

Martin next to him quietly covered his buttocks.

At this moment, Annan saw a familiar burly figure among the women.

"Aunt Susan?"

Annan squeezed towards them in surprise: "Aunt Susan!"

Aunt Susan and her sisters quickly found Annan, "He's so cute—" Then Annan was like a young deer being played by several lionesses.

As for Martin, he was sidelined like a solitary hyena.

Annan didn't ask why Aunt Susan was here, but just entrusted Aunt Susan to bring her sisters to the tavern tonight.

Then he ran back to the tavern, found Fast and said, "Mr. Fast, do you want to make the tavern business better?"

"What's up with our future mage?"

"No, I'm ready."

Annan looked at Fast.With a strong and slender body and an ax-like resolute face, he is better than that actor in every aspect.And crucially: He's a true elite fighter.

"Just need a little detail now..."

In the evening, Aunt Susan and her dozen or so sisters came to the tavern.

Then, when Fast appeared in the hall with his high boots, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his long sword in his hand, the screams of the women shook the wine.

When these women crowded up, Fast couldn't help thinking, why did he pay these for dozens of copper coins?

(End of this chapter)