Alien world

Chapter 4 4. Forced to enjoy the holiday
"Oh, beautiful morning, good morning, dear Aunt Susan."

Annan stood in the sun, bowing to greet Aunt Susan who was busy in the yard.

"Why does he talk like that?" Aunt Susan immediately questioned Martin who was with Annan, "What did you teach him!"

"I didn't teach anything!"

"None of us talk like that," Martin and Annan said.

"Of course, my friend." Annan imitated the tone and words of the bard last night, "I just couldn't help feeling: Aunt Susan, your beauty is like a rose with dew in the morning light."

"I told you no one ever—"

"Martin! We must respect Annan's family tradition!" Aunt Susan's glare made Martin shudder, and he turned to Annan and regained his gentleness: "Dear Annan, just do what you like."

"Thank you, kind Aunt Susan."

Aunt Susan, in a good mood, went into the kitchen to heat up the pumpkin pie they had brought back last night.

Annan didn't eat much pumpkin pie. He broke open the black bread and put it into the rice soup and asked, "Is the pumpkin pie delicious for nothing?"

"Delicious! Very delicious!" Martin exclaimed, stuffing it into his mouth.

After breakfast, Annan and Martin, who were gradually getting used to manual labor, continued to chop firewood and send it to the market for sale.

Annan wanted to help Martin recite part of it, but Martin refused and said that it was easy for him, and boasted about his previous experience as a miner.

"When I was... a miner, I carried... a hundred pounds..."

Not surprisingly, there were many terms Annan had never heard of in the words.

When they came to the lively market, Martin sold firewood, while Annan wandered around, talking with street vendors to practice their oral English.

"What's the price of the shirt?"

However, he never only asked whether to buy it, and occasionally pointed to the text and asked what it meant, which attracted some strange eyes.

Annan didn't care what these locals who would hardly have any intersection in the future thought of him.Not long after returning to Martin, he had already sold out the firewood and was waiting for Annan to come back.

On the way back, they passed a library—a strange thing for such a remote town to have.Martin said an old man insisted on doing it, and there were hardly any visitors.

Building a library is a wonderful vision, but doing so in a town with a literacy rate of less than 1% will only make the townspeople think "I have a library in my town!" and make passing caravans sigh "There is a book in this poor place Museum?".

Listening to Martin chattering beside him, Annan suddenly saw a familiar figure walking into the bookstore.

Their boss, Fast, is rude and strong, with a rapier never leaving his waist, unlike someone who likes to read.

Martin didn't see his boss, who was still staring at the young women picking out clothes in the windows of Diagon's clothing store.

Back at Aunt Susan's house, Annan's life didn't change much in the next few days, except that he learned more and more common languages ​​from the bard.

Beginning with the gentle sound of the bard, Annan began the seventh day of work.

There weren't many guests today, and the relative silence made the bard's voice clear, except for Martin's murmur of "I have no food to bring back today".

Fast leaned against the wooden post by the counter, acting as both a boss and a guard.Annan and Martin and Evelyn huddled behind the counter, busying themselves only occasionally when customers came or walked by.

"Annan."

Mr. Fast pushed him a glass of juice and pointed to the lady who sat in the last seat: "Send it over."

Annan, who was ready to become a joke again, had no choice but to hold up his wine glass and came to the wine table, defending himself with gorgeous rhetoric: "Beautiful lady, I wish you a good night."

"Do you think I'm still a lady?" The teasing came as no surprise.

But Annan is really working hard these days.

"Your beauty and fairness are like..." Annan sorted out the vocabulary he heard from the bard: "A flower bud that hasn't bloomed yet."

The lady let out a frivolous low smile, her plump chest swelled, and Annan looked firmly into her long and narrow eyes.

As Annan's praise and reward for not looking around, the lady took out a coin, which fell into Annan's hands both soft and hard.

A silver coin worth a week's salary gleamed in the light of an oil lamp.

There are not many rich people in the town.

Drunks don't waste their money on anything but beer.So Annan soon realized that the "tip" promised by Mr. Fast was just a trap after he joined the job.Martin, who had been working here for almost half a year, received not enough tips for a glass of rye wine.

"Your generosity is noble as a lily."

There is no secret in the tavern, and Annan returned to the counter amidst strange whistles.

knock --

Mr. Fast knocked on the counter and looked around the tavern. The presumptuous guests kept their mouths shut.Then he reminded Annan who came back in a low tone: "Listen boy, I am your boss, and Ms. Wine is your big boss."

"Did I do something wrong?" Annan thought his praise went beyond the rules.

"I mean..." Mr. Fast showed a meaningful smile, "If you really have the ability, why don't you try to be the boss's wife?"

Soon after, late at night, the soothing sound of the piano filled the tavern.

"Evelyn, please give me a glass of rye."

The wine lady had already left, and Annan, as usual, consulted the bard with a glass of the cheapest beer.

But today Annan was not satisfied with this, he asked about magic.

"You want to be a magician?"

"of course."

The bard looked at Annan. If Martin asked him that, he would have told him to go out.

"If you want to be a magician, you must first test your aptitude, and the price is one Jinnar."

Generally speaking, a Jinnar is stable at a ratio of one hundred silver coins to ten thousand copper coins.

Annan now has one silver coin and thirteen copper coins.

He is only 98.87% away from testing qualification.

……

At 12 midnight, the Morning Tavern closes.

Mr. Fast returned to Evelyn, who was wiping the counter with a rag, and began to hand out Annan and Martin's salary for this week: 1 silver coin and 70 copper coins.Evelyn's is 1 silver coin and 50 copper coins.

"Why is Evelyn more than we put together." Martin saw Evelyn's salary for the first time.

"I'll give you 50 copper coins, can you give me 70 copper coins? Why do you think those drunks want Evelyn to send wine?"

Martin understood Mr. Fast more quickly than he had ever known.

After paying the salary, Mr. Fast took off the rapier and threw it on the counter: "Clean it up, you won't use it tomorrow."

Martin and Evelyn are used to this.

"Boss, are you going into the city again?" Evelyn picked up the rapier and wiped the blade with the rag that had just wiped the table.

"Well, I'll be back in seven days." Fast threw the purse, which made a pleasant crashing sound, to the bard.

"Unlucky, I can feel that the profession will soon have a new change." The bard complained.

Annan was unwilling to face it. When he needed money most, he was temporarily unemployed.

(End of this chapter)