Alien world

Chapter 43 Chapter 43. Wrong Casting
The merry tune of the lute played in the tavern.

Bards, too lazy to tell stories to empty taverns, played their lutes casually.

It hasn't rained yet tonight, but the lingering cloud keeps guests away, save for the drunks.

As usual, Fast leaned against the counter and turned to Annan who was passing by, his lazy expression gradually froze.

"Have you learned how to cast spells?"

"Is it obvious?"

"I've seen the caster..."

Fast said complicatedly, "They will look hungry and tired after the magic power is exhausted."

Annan didn't feel tired or thirsty, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have "hungry on his face."

Resisting the urge to look for a mirror, Annan hesitated and said, "The spell was successfully cast, but it seems to have failed..."

The problems Annan faced were not mentioned in the Warlock Handbook.

The sound of the piano stopped, and Annan then talked about the release of the spell to summon Wood, and then asked: "Is this related to Wood helping me to accelerate the magic vortex?"

"You should ask someone more professional, I'm just a fighter." Fast asked Evelyn to bring his coat, "I'll accompany you to Mr. Victor's."

"What about the work in the tavern?" Annan asked as he untied his apron.

Fast said helplessly: "You are already a spellcaster, but you still want to continue working as a waiter in a tavern?"

Annan has not yet realized what the status of a warlock will bring him.

"Are you ready?"

"what to prepare?"

"You go home tonight and you will be woken up at dawn."

Fast said slowly:
"When you come to the window, you will see aristocratic and wealthy businessmen you have never seen before appearing at the door of the house, and the carriage with gifts is blocking the whole street. Then, the people you have contacted in the past will be rummaged like garbage. Come out and find your likes and weaknesses through them. Finally, through coercion and bribery, either become a member of a certain family and rich people, or work for them."

Almost when Annan linked becoming a warlock with losing his freedom, Fast patted him on the shoulder: "I won't scare you, the nobles can't reach here, at least in Pinglin Town, no one dares to fight with Victor." Mister snatched you."

Annan has two jobs, one boss is an elite fighter, and the other boss is a top [-] mage apprentice in the Kingdom of Rekan.

And Fast and the others have never given up their curiosity about Annan's identity - on the one hand, his appearance is no different from that of the most pampered upper-class people, on the other hand, he has no knowledge of common sense.

Annan remembered one thing: "I told Aunt Susan after I became a warlock."

"Either no one believed what she said, or she told no one."

Annan guessed it was the latter, Aunt Susan would really not show off in order to protect him.

"Evelyn, watch the store."

Fast turned around and gave instructions, and went out with Annan.

Rushing to Rich Street, the windows of Victor's residence were still lit. Not long after Annan knocked on the door, Mr. Victor opened the door with an oil lamp in his pajamas and a coat.

"...Did you cast a spell?"

It seemed that anyone could see Annan's identity.

"Well... But it seems that something unexpected happened."

Mr. Victor turned and walked into the room, followed by Annan and Fast, and sat on the wooden chairs in the living room.

"What happened?"

Annan repeated the fact that Wood was summoned after performing the spell.

"Your friend is also a warlock?"

"What do you mean?"

Fast didn't understand, only Annan knew that it was Mr. Victor who said "I have a friend" before mocking him.

"Do you remember the difference between mages and warlocks casting spells?"

Annan thought for a while and said, "Mages need a lot of preparations to release spells, but warlocks only need imagination?"

"Your friends know the reason and come to ask me?"

"I... want to ask for my friend, how to avoid this kind of mistake?"

Victor just told Annan that it takes hundreds of failures for a mage to construct a spell.Countless mage apprentices encountered setbacks at this step and were blocked in front of the unattainable magic hall.

But Annan easily overtook them, stepped into the hall with one foot, and could enjoy the beautiful scenery in the hall.

"You can cast a spell once." Fast said suddenly.

"here?"

The remaining magic power should be enough to release a low-level summoning technique.But this is Mr. Victor's home... the old man is there too.

Summoning Wood is fine, but if any other evil creature is summoned...

"Don't underestimate Mr. Victor, if he thinks that no one in the town can beat him, and this room has constant defensive magic."

"so smart?"

Annan looked at the old man in pajamas with patterns of clouds and rabbits in surprise.

"Cast a spell." Mr. Victor even sat in the chair.

This brought Annan unprecedented confidence, and even looked forward to summoning a demon to let the two have fun... and then was thrown out of his mind.Who knows if the warlock's "contemplation" will actually summon the demon.

Annan recalled the feeling when he summoned Wood, adjusted slightly, removed the vampire part, and imagined elemental creatures outside the main plane.

The magic power accumulated in the magic vortex plummeted to almost dryness, and as the summoning technique took shape, the phantom gradually appeared——

"Summoning me at this time is to get new blood..."

Wood, who appeared, felt a familiar aura, but then noticed two strange and threatening auras.

"...you betrayed me!!!"

Just as the screaming Wood was about to turn into a shadow, an old voice sounded: "Live Rope."

A length of rope emerged out of nowhere, entangled Wood, and turned him into a writhing maggot on the ground.

"Mr. Victor, Wood is not an enemy."

"I'm just afraid that the little bat will scare me to death." Mr. Victor frowned and looked at the twisted and howling vampire, who looked like a pig being tortured or about to be slaughtered. The live rope technique couldn't stop his mouth. "Annan, tell him to shut up."

"Mr. Victor and Mr. Fast didn't want to hurt you." Wood was still writhing, and Annan could only continue: "The vampire hunter has left the town, you are safe."

Howling and writhing Wood suddenly stopped: "Really?"

"Really." Annan introduced Wood: "This is Mr. Fast, the tavern owner. This is Mr. Victor, er, a mage."

At this time, the old man Victor found the problem: "Don't let it help you accelerate the magic vortex in the future. You are not skilled in casting spells, and you are easily affected."

"I see."

Then his attention fell to Wood: "There are not many vampires in the north, can you give me some blood for research?"

"Death can't make a vampire surrender his blood!" Wood flatly refused.

"You are very weak now, I can provide you with some human blood."

"When do you need my blood? I can do it now!"

Victor ignored the excited Wood and set his eyes on Annan.

"Are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)