Alien world

Chapter 35. Chapter 35. The troubles of happiness

There are no specific postures for meditation.

Standing, sitting, or lying down, just make sure it lasts.

Annan chose to sit at first, but the bumps for three consecutive days made him get off the bed as if he was standing on a shaking deck.And with lying down, it's really easy to fall asleep when meditating when you're tired.

Annan gave up staring at the cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling, and the first meditation ended in failure.

Cobwebs, money and secret societies mingled, and he had an indescribable dream.

An apron-clad spider hangs from the ceiling and lands on Annan's chest.

"Little Annan, you live here alone, you need to get rid of your bad habits." The spider said softly, pulling the quilt with difficulty to cover the leaking feet.

The spider crawled along the mountainous sheets to the edge of the bed, pulled out the silk thread of its abdomen, stuck to the edge, and fell between the two shoes.After a while, the scattered shoes moved little by little, slowly coming together.

"The spider is old, has no strength, and can't take care of you..."

The panting spider poked its head out from the side of the shoe, then picked out three copper coins from its apron, and placed them carefully on the side of the shoe, "The spider stole it from a drunkard. Worried about spiders, spiders don't eat much..."

Annan, who was watching everything that happened from a third-person perspective, saw the "self" who was sleeping on the bed slowly waking up.

"I" found the spider next to the shoe, was startled, and muttered where the bug came from, grabbed the shoe, and patted the spider that was showing comfort and gentleness——

"No!"

So Annan woke up at dawn like this.

Soon, the door was shaken, and Tasia who heard the shout was outside the door.

"I am fine."

Annan sat up, put on the shoes scattered under the bed, and opened the door.

Tasia ducked into the room with her head down, followed by Soluman Bronzebeard.

After closing the door, Soluman Bronzebeard said to take Annan to a place later.

"Where?"

The dwarf pointed to his pocket.Annan took out the note with the address on it.

"But Mr. Fast said to go to the address in case of trouble."

"He didn't say he couldn't find it if he didn't run into trouble." The female dwarf added weight to Annan who was still hesitating, "That guy is a warlock."

"Okay, I'll get dressed."

Soluman Bronzebeard and Tasia went out after searching the room.Annan put on his coat, and when his upturned head got out of the collar, he saw a short-legged spider crawling in the dusty cobwebs on the ceiling.

Annan's black eyes gradually narrowed.

……

A few minutes later, Annan came downstairs.Some staying guests are having breakfast.

Soluman Bronzebeard sat at the table and waved to him, and Tasia was beside him.

"How is our warlock meditating?"

"I can't feel anything..."

This made Annan not in a good mood, and it was difficult to enter the meditation state without the aid of magic materials... and the book said that only ancient wizards used such backward meditation methods.

"I can lend you another sum of money." Soluman Bronzebeard said generously when he learned that Annan needed magic materials.

Annan accepted Soluman Bronzebeard's kindness, and he should be able to repay the money soon.

After breakfast, Andrew Luna asked the man to bring the carriage and acted as a groom by the way to take them to the address on the note.

"Although Luna is a deserter...but he will never betray us." Soluman Bronzebeard explained, and said to the man, "Go to the street that sells magic materials first."

Annan got into the carriage and found Tasia dozing against the wall with her head down.

"Did you not rest?"

"The tavern is very noisy."

On the left of Annan's room is Soluman Bronzebeard, and on the right is Tasia. They helped Annan isolate the sound of the battle in the tavern.

This reminded Annan of the heavily made-up girl she met lying on the guardrail and saying hello to him when she went out, claiming to have one tenth of the elven blood.Annan could tell at a glance that she was talking nonsense—the power of 2 could never be divided into 10.

The carriage was driving on the brick road, Tasia was dozing, Soluman Bronzebeard was counting money, Annan was looking at the street scene.

As the carriage drove into a long street with unique and odd-shaped buildings, Annan saw merchants in gray robes that symbolized the identity of wizard apprentices, selling strange and novel commodities everywhere, magical auras and wonderful runes, also printed The carriage with the family emblem, and the mercenary group standing on the street corner shouting for the mage.

Annan felt like Harry Potter in Diagon Alley.

Although both parents died, they did not inherit the inheritance.

The man parked the carriage in front of a magic material shop. Annan tried his best to look knowledgeable, but the eyes that glanced around at the materials gave him away.

The clerk did not treat Annan as a lucky commoner just because he was wearing a sackcloth coat, and politely asked him what he needed.

"Magic eagle feathers, fluorescent grass, wolves' teeth that faded naturally, dew that condenses at dawn..."

Annan recited the cheapest materials needed for a meditation ritual.The magic materials needed for those advanced and advanced meditation ceremonies are often unicorn manes, tears of underage elves... These sound expensive and precious.

The clerk recorded the materials Annan said, and then calculated the price: "16 gold and 60 silver coins."

"16 silver and 60 copper coins?"

"16 gold and 60 silver coins." The clerk said helplessly: "Is the basic meditation ritual right? This is a month's worth."

Now, Annan has a deeper concept of "the cost of the caster".

"Are they fresh?" Tasia asked.

The clerk ignored her, and it was Annan who asked again before saying, "It's all within the best use period."

"I'll pay, boy."

said the beautiful and generous Soruman Bronzebeard in her melodious voice, pulling out her heavy purse,
With the magic materials in hand, they proceeded to the address on the note.

Tasia became much more silent because of neglect—the atmosphere in Breeze City seemed to be relatively tolerant, and no one pointed at Tasia's appearance, but it was just an illusion.

The rejection of aliens is deeply rooted in human beings.

Coming to the address on the note, a simple slanted-roof wooden house emerged.

Soluman Bronzebeard jumped out of the carriage excitedly at this moment, smashed open the door, and shouted at the stunned bearded man:

"Asshole! Stop trying to hide from me!"

Annan blinked, realizing that he was being used as an excuse?
Fortunately, the female dwarf did not forget herself, and asked the warlock to give Annan a warlock handbook to record her experience.

Annan accepted his experience, sat in the carriage wisely, and returned to the Morning Breeze Tavern.

Meditation requires a quiet atmosphere.Therefore, Annan did not waste expensive magic materials, and still insisted on ancient and traditional meditation.

He slept soundly.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Annan took the glass jar containing the short-legged spider, followed Soluman Bronzebeard and Tasia back into the carriage, and headed for Winchet Manor.

On the way, Annan also prepared gifts for Aunt Susan's family.

The gate of the manor opened, and a carriage drove out slowly, and after meeting, they left the city.

Annan looked back at Breeze City, wondering if he would have a new identity the next time he came back?

(End of this chapter)