Alien world

Chapter 30 30. Several

"There's some good news and some bad news."

In the lobby of the Dawn Tavern, which is not yet open, Fast, Bard, Soluman Bronzebeard, Tasia, Martin, and Evelyn gathered around Annan.

"Let me tell you the good news first," said Fast, who was leaning against the window and bathing in the sunset.

Annan exhaled dully: "Mr. Victor has an apprentice now."

"Very good... very good..." the bard muttered excitedly, even wanting to play the lute, but Fast told the bard to shut up and let Annan continue, "What about the bad news?"

"Mr. Victor's apprentice is not me, but Little Winchet."

The bard's smile froze, Soluman Bronzebeard's chest was drooping, Evelyn felt sorry for him, Tasia was silent, only Martin turned his head around and asked who Little Winchet was.

"Say the second good news."

"Mr. Victor provided me with an aptitude test."

The bard thought for a while and said, "Well, although I didn't become Mr. Victor's disciple. But it's not bad to be a magic apprentice?"

"Are you a mage apprentice now?" Soluman Bronzebeard asked, clutching her bushy beard.

Annan shook his head and said, "I didn't pass the test, I'm just an ordinary person."

Everyone expressed undisguised disappointment.Especially the sensual bard and dwarf Soruman Bronzebeard, even sadder than Annan had seen earlier when the Philosopher's Stone didn't glow.

"Is there any good news?" Only Fast remained calm.

Suddenly, Martin shouted angrily: "Who the hell is Little Winchet!"

No one paid any attention to him, they waited for Annan to continue:
"Mr. Victor said that I have the talent to become a warlock."

No one cheered, they continued to stare at Annan: "What about the bad news?"

"Nothing."

Annan smiled and spread his palms.

However, the ups and downs of emotions made them completely lose the mood to celebrate at the moment.

The bard clicked his tongue and ran his fingernails across the strings. "The beer barrels sent by the caravan have not been moved to the wine cellar yet." Soluman Bronzebeard took Tasia back to the wine cellar.Evelyn's little face flushed slightly with excitement, but she clenched her fists quietly because no one cheered.

"Ow!!!"

Martin clutched his head in pain now.

"Aunt Susan will be very sad if you don't become a magic apprentice..."

……

"How much do you know about warlocks?"

Mr. Victor's dimpled cheeks looked like a wicked witch under the oil lamp.

"Warlocks tap blood and awaken the power. Compared with mages, they can cast spells without complicated and complicated learning, and even release spells directly, but they are not as comprehensive as mages..."

Mr. Victor did not speak, and Annan had no choice but to continue: "They are natural spellcasters, um...the bloodline and awakened power also make them have an attractiveness that is different from ordinary people...and this is also effective for other races... "

Annan suddenly felt that he was a born warlock.

"Essentially nothing wrong."

Although Mr. Victor almost wrote "narrow thinking" on his face.

He is entitled to do so.Although Mr. Victor is a mage and an apprentice, the knowledge he has mastered is by no means comparable to that of Annan who only read the book "Mage Turns Left and Warlock Turns Right".

Just a simple comparison: Annan spent a week stumbling through "The Mage Turns Left and the Warlock Turns Right". Warlock Left to Right", he has read more than 60 copies so far——

"So what about the mage?" Victor asked again.

"A spellcaster who can learn to cast spells with an affinity for magic." Annan answered skillfully. "Through tedious learning and understanding of magic, build a spell model and finally release the spell."

There are far more mages than warlocks.If one thousand out of every 10 people can become warriors, ten will become mages, and only one-tenth of warlocks.

It has nothing to do with power, it is simply scarce.

And nine out of ten warlocks are bloodline warlocks.

For example, a kobold who is a descendant of a dragon inherits the blood of his ancestors, and the probability of awakening a dragon vein warlock is extremely high.

Then the old man drove Annan out of the basement.

Annan didn't think there was any wrong answer, so he attributed it to Victor's stubborn temper.He didn't ask what to do next - there was a high probability that when he came to the library tomorrow morning, he would see on the table the magician's experience that the old man had spent the whole night copying.

This old man will always do things that are good for you, making people feel unappreciative——

……

In the evening, Fast watched Annan busy in the tavern in confusion.

A mage apprentice can be narrowly understood as the mage's assistant, servant, and subordinate.Therefore, it is not surprising to work part-time outside. Many famous archmages have had the experience of working part-time to make money, because they are really short of money.

But apprentice a warlock... warlocks don't have apprentices.To be a warlock is to be able to cast spells.

Let a warlock be a waiter, and if he is known by the Warlock Protection Association, he, an elite fighter, may be stuffed into the bottomless abyss or thrown into the void star field.

But Annan insisted on doing this-warlocks also need to make money, not to mention that he can't cast spells yet.

At this time, Annan is like a poor boy who took a big boat to go to a big city to pan for gold and was shipwrecked. After being washed to the island by the waves, he found the treasure buried under the beach.

This lucky guy skipped the hard work, he just needs to get the treasure off the island now—

"Mr. Fast, I have a question."

"I can't answer Warlock questions."

"It's not about warlocks." Annan asked curiously, "Have you ever been a member of a certain organization?"

Fast's body, which was lazily leaning against the wooden pillar, suddenly tensed up: "Mr. Victor told you?"

"No, a son of a rich man named Horn."

Annan casually said "Tasia met a rich man's child in the library and moved out of Faster by herself, but that guy seemed to know Faster's identity and muttered something."

"I'll talk to his father," Fast said.

I don't know if the boy from another world dreamed about the belt.

Annan has no problem and continues to be busy in the tavern.

"Fast, go and look in the mirror." The bard told him, "You're now full of 'Shall I tell that kid the truth'"

Fast, who was still hesitating, let go of his entanglement: "The dust should be swept into the garbage dump."

The tavern closed, Annan and Martin returned home, and fell asleep peacefully with emotions completely opposite to the depression of last night.

In the early morning of the next day, Annan woke up and told Aunt Susan and Uncle Huolin the good news of becoming a warlock.If there is no accident, the news will spread throughout the town in the evening.

After breakfast and going out, Annan listened to the people on the street talking about the new things in the town:

A spirit is said to have appeared in the town.

(End of this chapter)