Alien world

Chapter 51 51. One day

The books sent by Mr. Victor were put into empty bookshelves one by one.

The cool breeze blows the white curtains, bringing the wind from the snow-capped mountains, meandering rivers, passing through the sea of ​​trees, and passing through the attic to Breeze City.

Two bad news right now... Well, Annan admits that talking to himself is boring.

But when you are alone, you always have to find some interesting things to refresh your soul.Annan continued to think.

The first bad news is that the meditation materials have run out, and the second bad news is that the boss of the publishing house has not returned.

The last magic material was used up in the carriage yesterday, and then Annan tried to imitate the meditation of ancient wizards, but the effect was weak.

Annan didn't try to release low-level summoning skills either.Although it is theoretically unlikely that Wood will be summoned again, if it is summoned, Wood will not be able to run back to Flatwood Town-and as an evil magical creature, it is more dangerous in Breeze City than in Flatwood Town.

The most important thing is that if he comes to Annan in Breeze City, he will not receive the 30 copper coins per week.

The last book was put on the bookcase, and Annan pushed the empty box under the bed, and picked out "Stephen's Alchemy Techniques" at random.

It's just that the obscure alchemy in this book closes the door to understanding, and the stretching roof outside the attic window plucks Annan's heartstrings.

Open the book, Stephen refines gold, closes the book, gold refines Steve.Open the book again, Steve alchemy, close the book again, slime alchemy.

Annan is a person whose heart is far more mature than his appearance. He doesn't really want to go out to play, but...he always has to go outside when he comes to a new place.

Maybe new business opportunities will be found.

Annan closed the window on tiptoe to prevent the pigeons on the eaves from getting into the attic, or a strong wind knocked down the glass bottle and came to the tavern next door from the second floor.

Andrew Luna happened to be in the hall, and he put Annan in a quiet corner, and asked the clerk to call Martin over to prepare the food.

In the corner of the tavern, strange noises could always be heard coming from nowhere.Sometimes it was the creaking sound from the cracks in the floor upstairs, and sometimes it was the broken words of other wine tables.

A guest at the adjacent wine table was a little drunk, and "whispered" the secret to his companion with his tongue out: "I have a secret..."

At this moment, the Morning Breeze Tavern had ten if not nine ears pricked up.

The drunk man, who knew nothing about his surroundings, continued: "My uncle is an investigator Hiccup... He disappeared for half a year when he went out to investigate the ruins, and when he came back, he became mysterious and brought back a bottle of Wine and ancient books."

"Where did he get it?" the companion asked cooperatively.

"Cheers... Gudong... hiccup—the ruins, in that ruins." The drunk's eye circles gradually turned red, and he began to emit the unique smell of drunken lees, "He said it was a cursed bottle of wine, and the book ...No one is allowed to touch it, my aunt once saw too much dust on the wine bottle and wanted to clean it up, but he was almost strangled to death by him..."

"and then?"

His companion was a little uneasy.

"Then the accident happened... During that family dinner, my uncle asked the servant to go to the room to bring red wine, but somehow the servant brought the cursed wine, and my uncle drank it, and it didn't take long ...he died tragically in the street."

"Really?" The companion felt terrified, picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp to embolden himself.

"real.

The drunk man stared straight at his companion with bloodshot eyes.

"The uncle who drank all the wine just walked out when he was run over to death by a horseman..."

"Such drunkard stories are common."

Andrew Luna sat down with a plate at this time, blocking Annan's sight, "There's no need to delve into it, you never know what's true and what's not in the news in the tavern."

"Is what he said true?"

"Half true and half false." He pushed the plate in front of Annan, and Martin sat beside him holding the plate behind him, "For example, the investigator is real and the cursed wine is fake. Or the wine is real, but Knights are fake."

Annan nodded and looked at Martin: "Are you still used to being here?"

"Don't worry about me, brother." Martin patted his chest. "I'll be the boss here soon."

Annan couldn't make a sound, and silently lowered his head, cut the steak and put it in his mouth.

The lean meat of the steak brings a good taste, and the distributed fat makes the meat rich in fat.

"Good joke." Andrew Luna patted Martin's shoulder with a smile, and asked Annan what he planned to do next.

"I want to go outside with Martin." Annan cut the steak, said before Martin said "it's not a joke", and then remembered something: "Is there a place near Breeze City where I can collect magic materials?"

"What do you want to do?"

Annan told him truthfully that he had no meditation materials. Andrew Luna shook his head and suggested that Annan should not take risks: "There is always a reason why magic materials are expensive."

Annan said he remembered, and continued to chew his breakfast.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door, and a down-and-out traveler was stopped by the staff.

Andrew Luna raised his head and sniffed slightly, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't smell like a mouse, let him in."

"What does the smell of mice mean?" Annan asked him.

"Pickpockets, thieves, or gang members. Those who look like rats, and the rats themselves."

"Ratman?"

"Shh..."

Andrew Luna signaled Annan not to say the name of that race: "You never know whether there will be eavesdropping rats behind a certain wall."

"So dangerous?"

"It's okay for us people, but those female rat people like young warlocks like you the most."

Annan was unmoved.

This kind of dirty talk bard has said many times.

After Martin finished eating, Annan and Martin set off and walked along the street towards the bustling city center.

Benitez Theater.

One of the landmark buildings of this Breeze City, a promotional banner of "The Swan Dance Troupe's Sensational Performance by the Famous Dance Troupe of the Principality of Ayr" was hung on the high wall of the magnificent building, and the queue extended from the door to the street.

"Cousin, I also want to watch the show."

"Nothing to see..."

The cash-strapped Annan pulled Martin away from this dangerous area quickly.But when passing the queue, he heard someone complaining: "I'm so hungry... If there is something to eat now, I would rather pay several times the price for it..."

Annan stopped.

"Martin, would you like to get a little closer?"

"Okay!"

Martin's shout of joy attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd.

……

Martin foolishly held the dining car and followed Annan.

"Bread, ham, milk, and hard-boiled eggs!"

After Annan sold another piece of bread, Martin couldn't help asking: "Cousin, didn't you say you wanted to take me to see it?"

"Isn't it close enough? We can almost hear the performance in the theater."

Because of the busyness, Annan's cheeks were healthy and rosy—and in a virtuous circle, the women in the team were more willing to patronize the business.

After a busy morning and half an afternoon, the final income is 30 silver coins.

Only the blue dragon's debt and the magic material for the meditation ceremony are left...forget it.

(End of this chapter)