Alien world

Chapter 37 37. Meditation
"Aunt Susan, this is for you."

Back home, Annan handed a brand new floral dress to Aunt Susan, "I finally found a suitable size."

"Oh, I'm so touched, little Annan even brought me a gift." Aunt Susan's eyes were red, like a very hungry brown bear.

Then there was Martin, who was pushed aside by Aunt Susan, and Annan took out a stick wrapped in kraft paper.

Martin couldn't wait to grab it and take it apart, revealing a wooden sword similar to the one Mr. Fast was carrying.

The delicate Annan certainly found Martin's gap, especially after he became a warlock, he was no longer like a pink starfish as before.

"Annan...you will be my cousin from now on!"

"You can teach Faster in your spare time, maybe he will accept you as an apprentice." Annan said.

Although the odds are slim.

Ignoring Martin who was touched by the wooden sword, Annan looked at Uncle Huo Lin who was standing beside him with a silly smile.

Although Uncle Huo Lin didn't always speak, he cared for Annan no less than Aunt Susan, and he never complained about his expenses——

Annan took out a forged steel ax wrapped in rags: "I don't know what you like, so I bought you an ax to cut the most wood with the least effort."

Uncle Huo Lin took the ax and continued to smile brilliantly.

Aunt Susan, who was holding a floral dress, suddenly showed a sad look: "Little Annan, are you leaving us?"

"No...of course not."

Annan thought that meditation requires a quiet environment, but Martin does not snore.Thinking of arranging a ceremony, Martin would not bother.

He will continue to live in Aunt Susan's house.

Aunt Susan didn't know that Annan was coming back today, so she hurriedly bought some vegetables and meat while the market was still open.It's just that Martin couldn't eat anymore, so he went to work in the tavern with his beloved wooden sword.

Let's hope Martin doesn't hold it while delivering drinks to guests.Abandoned by the angry Fast, there is no place to sell wooden swords in the town.

In the evening, Annan, Aunt Susan and Uncle Huo Lin had a happy dinner like a family of three.

Returning to the familiar room, climbing onto the bed where Aunt Susan washed and dried, Annan tried to meditate again without borrowing magic materials——

In the early morning, Annan woke up from a deep sleep and saw Martin sleeping on his bed, the quilt he was holding turned into a wooden sword, and his saliva was lying on the tip of the sword.

It is conceivable that when Martin wields this plague sword to fight against Mr. Fast, Mr. Fast will increase his agility by one and his sanity will decrease by one.

Perhaps because I went to bed earlier than usual, the sun had not yet risen behind the treetops in the forest outside the town.

Annan walked out of the room and saw Uncle Huolin was about to chop wood—he was holding a forged steel ax, but he still had the old rotten ax in his pocket.

"Uncle Huo Lin, the new ax is useless..." Annan said helplessly.You don't need to look to know that you still need an old ax when chopping wood.

"Why is it useless?" Uncle Huo Lin stroked the forged steel axe, "This axe will make those woodcutters envious—"

At this moment, Uncle Huo Lin is very similar to the noble ladies in the city who are comparing whose skirts are better.

Annan ate breakfast while it was hot, just at sunrise, when the sun was setting on his forehead and illuminating his eyes, Annan couldn't help wondering whether this world, which also had the moon and the sun, was a parallel world to the earth, or another world with similar features. Satellites of the star system?

But at least in the silent late night, looking up Annan saw a strange starry sky.

Annan still came to the library ten minutes earlier, and Mr. Victor still arrived on time.

I haven't seen him for several days. The old man didn't ask Annan if he had successfully meditated, but just gave him the key.

After receiving the key, Annan opened the library door.

The fragrance of ink that has not been heard for a long time makes Annan nostalgic and happy.He cleaned the floor and the bookcase first, and then came to Mr. Victor in the sun and asked him for advice on how to arrange a meditation ceremony.

"Magic eagle feathers, fluorescent grass, gnoll teeth..." Annan read the magic materials for the basic ceremony.

"Crush them in order, put them into a crucible, add an appropriate amount of water, and boil over a low heat."

"How much is the right amount of water? How much is the fine fire?"

Annan has criticized this point for a long time—this world has been multiplied so far, but there is no specific unit of measurement, a spoonful...about...half a cup...a ​​palm...almost...completely relying on intuition.

"Enough water and fire to complete your all-night meditation."

"Didn't it be refined into a potion and drunk?" Annan realized that the meditation ceremony was somewhat different from his imagination.

"Drink? Drinking those things will turn you into a strange thing." Mr. Victor said sarcastically, "You can drink the meditation potion, 5 gold a bottle."

"How many days can a bottle last?" Annan felt that the potion was much more convenient than arranging the ceremony himself.

"once."

That is one day.

16 gold, it can be used for a month if replaced with low-level magic materials, and the potion can only be used for three days...

Annan gave up the potion, and wrote down the details of the meditation ceremony while listening.After Victor finished speaking, it was Annan's turn to talk about his experience in Breeze City.But when talking about the gift he bought for Aunt Susan's family, Mr. Victor suddenly snorted coldly.

"Uh……"

Annan almost forgot that Mr. Victor is a strange old man who is sensitive and yearns for love.

Sure enough, for the next whole day, Victor didn't give him a good face.

In the silent dusk, Annan locked the door of the library after Victor left, spent 20 copper coins to buy a few pounds of bread and about half a pound of lamb and went home.

Aunt Susan complained that Annan spent money indiscriminately, and even wanted to give him money.

Annan rejected Aunt Susan.In the past, I didn't buy things for my family because I saved money to test my qualifications, but now that I'm a warlock, and facing the frequent expenses in gold coins, there is no need to save these copper coins.

But work in the tavern and library must go on.

Annan told Aunt Susan that he needed a separate room for meditation, and Aunt Susan agreed without hesitation—by the time he realized it, Martin's bed had been moved to the woodshed.

Before night fell, Annan rushed to the tavern.Tasia wanted to return the "Bastards", and Annan asked her to go to the library to change the book tomorrow, and go back to the kitchen to change the apron.

The guests who came one after another found that Annan was back, and encouraged him to change into noble clothes.

Annan almost agreed, if it weren't for the fact that there were only a few dozen copper coins.

Mr. Fast learned about Breeze City from Soluman Bronzebeard, so he didn't ask Annan again.

The second day back to Pinglin Town was spent in peace.Late at night, returning to Aunt Susan's house, Annan started the most important thing: meditation.

He first divided the magic materials into thirty parts according to their weight, then lit the firewood, and put the magic materials into the crucible one by one.After finishing all this, Annan sat down in front of the fire and accepted the guidance of meditation——

Magic materials are piled up into meditation, and meditation makes the tentacles perceived by Annan extend outward, and gradually perceives himself as a miniature vortex, continuously absorbing the surrounding magic power...

The night passed silently.

(End of this chapter)