Alien world

Chapter 53 Chapter 53. Sudden Attack

The wind blowing through the attic turned the pages of the book on the bedside table.

Annan, who was still arranging the books, turned his head and glanced, got up and went to the bedside table, and closed the flipping notes.

The "go to the South in my lifetime" on the memo disappeared in a flash.

The handbook next to it was turned to the last page, and Annan scanned the last content:

【...Beware of our natural enemies, psykers.Their system is completely different from ours, they have the ability to save spells like a lawbreaker, they are sharp and dangerous...]

Put down the codex and press the spider bottle on it.

After turning over the strange part of the manuscript, the content behind it began to become obscure.

Annan read very slowly, because many words and long sentences require time to think and accumulation of knowledge.

Back to the wooden box, Annan continued to put the books on the shelf.These books were given to the library by Horn's father at the banquet, and were forwarded to Annan by Victor.

Nearly a hundred books almost filled the wooden box, and it took Annan two days to classify and put them on the bookshelves—and according to the price of one silver coin per book, this box of books was worth more than one gold coin.

It is a pity that most of these books are popular literature, and even geographical history is not much.

Finally, when the bookcase was almost full, Annan pushed the empty wooden box to the corner and put it in front of the bay window next to the bed.

The dark clouds covering the snow-capped mountains formed an umbrella, and he was a little further away from Breeze City than earlier, and he felt that old Zoren's legs were going to hurt again soon.

The movement of the spinning mill downstairs was barely audible.Annan still remembers the story of the spinning jenny, but how to improve it requires close contact with the spinning wheel.

When Annan was thinking about how to approach the spinning mill for observation, there was a knock on the attic trap door.

Reaching out to close the window and putting the spider bottle on the window sill, Annan opened the trap door and saw Soluman Bronzebeard standing on the wooden ladder, and behind him was a person he hadn't seen for a long time.

"You let the caster live in this kind of place?"

Michael, who had changed out of his gray robe, was wearing a light brown mage robe, frowning and looking at the attic.

"I think it's good here." Annan really thought so.

"Fast wrote to me saying you were looking for something to do." After confirming that Annan really liked it here, Michael turned and said, "Are you interested in going to my place?"

"Mage Tower?"

"No. What you said that day aroused my fighting spirit, on the other hand. I'm not as good as that guy in terms of learning talent, but I can become a battle mage." Michael didn't see the slumped state that night at the Dawn Tavern, "I formed a team of mercenaries. We can call the team 'Mages and Warlocks' after you join."

Annan was a little moved: "But now I only know low-level summoning skills."

"Try this."

Michael threw Annan a magic scroll.

"The Mage's Hand."

Annan knew this spell, the 0-level trick in the general spell, which allows the caster to control objects and carry things that weigh a few pounds.And as a trick, it should be able to avoid the problem of "Annan can only call".

It was indeed what Annan desperately needed.

"Thank you."

"I'll stay here for the next two days, and tell me when you think about it." Then Michael asked the dwarf Andrew if he was next door, "I'm going to see him, are you coming Annan?"

"it is good."

Standing on the stairs and locking the trapdoor, Annan followed Soluman Bronzebeard and Michael directly into the tavern from the warehouse on the second floor.

The girl with "one-tenth of elf blood" was leaning against the guardrail with a cigarette in her hand. When she saw Annan, her eyes lit up, but she didn't dare to start a conversation, so she could only wink.

Annan returned a shy smile and came to the downstairs hall.

"...I walked into the room stepping on the dragon skin rug, the window was hung with dragon skin curtains, and the bed was covered with dragon skin sheets. I took off my dragon skin coat and asked her to help me take off my leather shoes, which were still made of dragon skin. .”

The sound of bragging came intermittently from the corner of the tavern where there were not many customers.Andrew Luna was idly leaning against the bar, saw them coming, and beckoned them to sit down.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Nothing." Michael sat across from Andrew Luna, asking in a questioning tone, "Is it your idea to let Annan live here?"

"No, not all. Annan needs to be familiar with Breeze City." Facing the question, Andrew Luna smiled helplessly.

"Fast believes you, but I don't. I don't want to see you take advantage of him." Michael warned, ended the brief meeting, and walked out of the tavern.

Annan, unable to interject, followed silently.

Andrew Luna was not angry, but asked the female dwarf suspiciously: "Is he and Annan on such a good relationship?"

"Michael almost gave up the mage's path, but it was Annan who rekindled his fighting spirit."

"No wonder."

On the other side, Annan and Michael went back to the spinning mill from the outside. .

Annan stared at the spinning wheels, and did not ask Michael until he reached the second floor: "What can mercenaries do, accept commissions?"

"almost."

Michael tells about something he's been up to lately.Sometimes it is to find private property and catch rape, sometimes it is to clean up nearby ghouls and lizardmen, or enter the dungeon to hunt for treasure, join the mercenary team that needs a mage, and occasionally help nobles find lost cats or parrots.

Spell casters are the most popular among mercenary teams, and they usually get the most money. They can earn dozens of silver coins to a few gold coins for a single commission.

After chatting until the afternoon, Michael left. Annan couldn't wait to tear open the scroll, and the invisible hand of the manipulator picked it up.

Three or ten minutes later, the note held by the mage's hand fell from the air and was caught by Annan.

A few 10 minutes of experience time, still a 0-ring trick, should not be difficult for the caster-but Annan couldn't get any inspiration from it.

This is Warlock.

The power within your grasp has already been determined.

Early the next morning, Annan went to the tavern next door and asked where Andrew Luna-McColl was.

"Bauhinia Street near the Master Tower, can I take you there?"

"no need."

Annan didn't call Martin, and walked alone towards the mage's tower that could be seen in every corner of Breeze City.

But when Annan passed through an empty street, several gangsters stood in front of him and approached him.

"You want to attack the Warlock?"

Annan frowned and stared at these gangsters with weapons, and wanted to continue to say something, when a figure suddenly rushed towards him from the alley.

The conditioned reflex of practicing sword with Martin several times made Annan raise his arm to block, and as the blade slashed, his arm drooped down.Blood gushed out, without much pain, but a sense of coolness and passing.

Annan suppressed the panic that emerged, and released a low-level summoning technique towards the gangsters rushing ferociously.

A spatial rift opened in front of him, and a terrifying aura of majesty overflowed from the other side of the rift, causing the gangsters to stop in panic.

Annan forgot one thing - his low-level summoning technique seems to have the characteristic of "whoever is contaminated with the breath will summon whoever".

After reacting, Annan held up his weak blood-stained arm and pointed at the terrified gangsters: "They heard about the gold mine somewhere, and they want to catch me and force you to find out the location of your treasure house!"

"You don't want the five gold coins that should belong to you to fall into other people's pockets either..."

The blue dragon's lazy vertical pupils suddenly became sharp.

(End of this chapter)