Alien world

Chapter 29 29. The Good News

It's not just the only oil lamp in the basement that brings dullness and depression.

Annan lowered his eyes slightly, disappointed but not surprised.Because he was already prepared for the result in front of him.

Like a cedar in a cold climate in the tropics.How can a person who comes from a world without magic and does not know magic get used to magic?

It has been more than a month since Annan came to this world.

During this month, he met Aunt Susan's family, Mr. Fast and his friends, Mr. Victor, made friends, learned language and writing, and had a suspected encounter.

His future is not bleak either. For example, he still has the opportunity to become Mr. Fast's apprentice. For example, the reward brought by "Breaking the Sky" will make him have no worries about food and clothing. The countless literature and knowledge in his hometown are only a ten thousandth reproduction. One can make him a rich man.

It's just that Annan wants to experience the extraordinaryness of this world for himself.

The Philosopher's Stone, which has completed the second perception, loses its magical attributes and becomes an ordinary crystal with only ornamental features.

Beautiful but useless.

"Mr. Victor, I'm going out first."

Annan and Mr. Victor, who seemed to be in a worse mood than himself, said that when they went back outside, they saw little Winchet standing outside the locked door.

Little Winchet hadn't been here for several days.Ever since she saw Annan in the tavern... in fancy clothes, she thought that Annan had seduced her aunt, but in order to become Mr. Victor's disciple, she had to come to the library.

"I know what you're worried about."

When Annan registered little Winchet, he said: "The good news is that I can't become Mr. Victor's disciple... I don't have the qualifications to be a magician."

Little Winchet looked strangely at Annan's writing "Little Winchet", but still replied: "I never worry about this...I just want you to leave Aunt Margery."

"You should talk to her instead of me." Annan didn't know anything.

"I'll let her know when she gets back."

Watching Little Winchet greet Mr. Victor who had just stepped out of the basement, Annan lowered his head and opened the last page of "Mage Turns Left, Warlock Turns Right".

At the end of the book, the archmage named Oga Petry left a sentence.

[If human beings measure the greatness of the world, then magicians are the stalwarts that measure the stars. 】

Annan could no longer empathize.

Compared with the illusory mage, he should think about down-to-earth things: for example, the story of "Breaking the Sky" will continue to be popular for a while, but the guests will eventually get tired of it.Before Traveling Merchant brings back good news, he'd better "carry" another novel to fill the vacancy.

……

【Want to understand the meaning of life?Want to really... live? 】

【Looking at the handwriting that appeared on the title page of the book, Sirago sneered and was about to close the notebook. This is clearly some boring magic trick.But just as he touched the note, a strange palpitation stopped him. 】

Salsa -

Annan crossed out this waste manuscript.

This book couldn't have been slightly revised like "Break the Sky".If you want to transcribe it, you must completely localize it—replace the movie plots in the original book with stories that are popular in this world—but Annan doesn’t know enough about the famous works in this world.

And you can't expect that the guests who drink in the pub all day will read a few books.

Then Annan suddenly remembered that he forgot to bring Tasia...

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled into the hall from the side, and the hour and minute hands of the clock coincided vertically, echoing the bell.

Mr. Victor didn't say anything to Annan, and left the library with little Winchet on a cane.

Annan barely guessed what Mr. Victor was thinking—after half a month of review, Victor decided to give him a chance, but unfortunately he didn't grasp it...

After closing the window and locking the door, Annan pulled a long and narrow shadow and disappeared on the corner of the street where people come and go.

Annan who rushed to the tavern first apologized to Tasia and promised to take her there tomorrow, and then started a new busy night.

Fast leaned against the wooden pillar, watching Annan lower than usual and bustling about.When he was free for a while, he waved to him.

"What did Mr. Victor say?"

"Well...Mr. Victor will help me with the aptitude test, so I don't need to pay for it." Annan said vaguely.

He hadn't figured out how to tell them.

The bard also temporarily stopped the story, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to be Mr. Victor's disciple?"

"I'm still thinking."

"Mr. Victor's importance is not comparable to this rude warrior...you must not miss it."

Evelyn was also happy for Annan, but at the same time she was also disappointed: "Will you stop coming after you become a mage?"

"No...well, probably not."

Annan managed to hold up a smile in the face of these well-intentioned discussions.

In the middle of the night, Annan returned to Aunt Susan's house with a body that was equally exhausted in mind and body. She and Uncle Huolin did not sleep, and greeted Annan who walked into the yard with broad arms:

"Oh my dear little Annan, you are about to become a mage."

"Not necessarily...Aunt Susan."

"Our little Annan will definitely become a mage."

"Yeah, I knew from the moment I saw you..."

Aunt Suzanne and Uncle Holling chattered.

Annan forced a smile on his face, and then turned into a distant sigh after returning to the room alone.

In the early morning of the next day, Annan took the sumptuous breakfast prepared by Aunt Susan to the tavern first, and then went to the library with Tasia.

Opening the door of the library, Annan registered Tasia and talked about the precautions of the library.

Mr. Victor arrived on time, saw Tasia, and walked into the basement without saying anything.

Tasia got into the bookshelf to pick books, and another guest came in at this time—Horn, the son of a rich man who was also the interviewer.He came less frequently than young Winchet.

Annan registered as usual, but there was an accident today.Horn saw Tasia and asked in disgust: "Who let you in? Disgusting orc!"

"No noise is allowed in the library." Annan stood in front of Tasia, "Be polite, Tasia is following Mr. Fast."

Horn wanted to keep his mouth shut, but the stubbornness of his peers made him say harsh words: "I knew the members of that organization would not give up!"

that organization?

Annan frowned and let Horn leave.

Victor seemed to be alarmed by the quarrel, and he left the basement, saying, "Tell your friend to leave."

"Mr. Victor, you said that everyone has the right to knowledge."

Annan was surprised that Mr. Victor was orderly and prim, but by no means mean.

"Lock the door."

Annan realized that Mr. Victor might have other business.

Let Tasia leave first, Annan followed Victor into the basement.

Standing in the basement, Annan seemed to pass through a strange membrane, and saw a phantom of an ordinary carved wooden door standing in front of him.

"What did you see?" Victor's voice rang in his ear.

"A door……"

"...you can't be a mage."

Victor's face appeared to be gratified and emotional.It's hard to believe that Mr. Victor, who is usually stern, can express such complicated emotions.

"But you have the talent to be a warlock."

(End of this chapter)