Alien world

Chapter 45 45. Invitation
"For me?"

Fast on the opposite side nodded.

Annan picked up the bronzing invitation letter, which was very valuable in itself, and unconsciously rubbed the rough gold sand on the surface. Fast had to remind him again before Annan remembered to open it.

[To: Your Excellency Warlock Annan

We cordially invite you to a banquet tonight at the mayor's mansion.

—Mayor Hassand Midkin]

But the content is just ordinary ink writing.

"Why did you invite me?"

Annan confirmed that the name before "His Excellency the Warlock" was himself.

"Because you're already a 'big shot' like us."

Fast likes Annan.His strong thirst for knowledge, his unbiased friendliness, and his status as a warlock.Only his ignorance of common sense made him unable to understand...

"Because of the Warlock?"

Annan really didn't have much concept.It's all due to the fact that he didn't put much effort into this identity.No matter being adopted by Aunt Susan or looking for two jobs, they are all just to survive in this world.

Even though many contents in the library and the Warlock’s Handbook reminded Annan that spellcasters are equal to nobles, he still didn’t have much concept, such as the privileges and luxurious life of nobles... For Annan, suddenly becoming a warlock was like preparing to explore the underground The newcomers in the city found a treasure chest that should be guarded by the boss monster at the entrance of the cave-should we continue to explore the dungeon, or go home?
"Because of the Warlock."

Fast nodded. "Mr. Victor is just a sorcerer's apprentice. Why do you think he can live in Rich Street and open a library?"

"Because of his knowledge?"

"Where did his knowledge come from?"

"His identity."

"That's the reason." Fast reached out and brushed Shan Annan's collar, "So even if you dress like the poor all day long and mix with the poor, you are still a noble spellcaster. Do you think the Warlock Protection Association is Made it up?"

Annan doesn't think so... The Warlock Handbook clearly states the Warlock Protection Association—a paranoid and crazy group that spans multiple worlds.But if you're a warlock, you'll love them.

It's just that Pinglin Town is a small place, and Breeze City is not that big, and the Kingdom of Rikaner is also a backwater.

"Then do I have an appointment?"

Annan was going to ask Mr Fast for advice.

"You can refuse them as you like. I can imagine that there is nothing but praise and wooing at the banquet."

Fast didn't want him to go, and the bard had the opposite opinion.

Annan has never seen real prosperity, even if he has been to Breeze City once.Let's say the bard complained countless times about the tavern.In the morning tavern, there are only guests, only drinking, and nothing can be done.

And a real tavern will have: part-time job applicants, mixed gangs, guests of all races, insults and fights, a smoky second floor, and coquettish and naked girls.

"If you don't know anything, then you learn about it. The price is part of growing up."

Like a woman's slender fingers across the strings, the bard sang the drunken dreams of the southern nobles:

"Cut open a lamb to reveal a suckling pig; cut open a suckling pig to reveal a white goose; cut open a white goose to reveal a tuna; cut open the belly of a fish to reveal a young duck; tear open a young duck to reveal delicious food The eggs are in it. The nobles throw away lambs, suckling pigs, white geese, tunas, and ducklings, just to enjoy the conceived pearl..."

The singing of the bard made some guests unable to resist ordering something to eat.

"Are these real?"

Annan has a new appreciation for the waste and extravagance of the nobility.

"fake."

The bard then continued: "Just lamb and eggs? Are you insulting the gang of 'nobles'?"

"Titan meat, unicorns, dragon eggs...these are the discarded parts of the dish. To put it plainly, it's just for commoners to understand."

The further inland the south, the more prevalent the extravagance, and the more popular the happy gods are.It is said that some towns are so exaggerated that even neutral gods like the Goddess of Wealth can't stand it and withdraw from the church.It will be a matter of time before they are corrupted.

"Those professionals just stand by and watch?"

"No. They'll join too."

The bard narrates like an aristocrat rotten to the bone.He also gave an example: "If a nobleman suddenly appeared, he took a fancy to your potential and assumed all your future expenses at the cost of protecting his family, would you agree?"

Annan yesterday might still refuse, but after knowing the cost...

"Browing, luring, marriage, threats, using all means to tie you to the family, don't care about anything, just increase your strength, just like... a pig in captivity. Then it collapses instantly as the carnival reaches its peak."

The emotional bard impromptu decided to tell a story tonight:
Five months ago, a city-state in the south was captured by a wave of rats.Although two towering mage towers stand tall, with hundreds of thousands of noble private soldiers and professionals, the legendary mage has opened up a legendary defense cover in the city.But when the terrifying rat swarm spreads for hundreds of miles, when the cavity blasted by the magician formation is filled by the ratmen one after another in an instant, when the legendary defensive cover is covered with gnawing rats, when the bloated and towering mage tower collapses , this city with a population of tens of thousands was quietly annihilated like papyrus under the storm.

The bard's descriptions come to life, the guests forget to drink, and the food goes cold.

"Are these real?"

Annan still asked the same question, but the bard said it was true, but he didn't know where it happened or how far away it was.

"It came with the wind again?" Fast teased him, "It seems that the wind is strong enough."

Most of the guests thought so too, for the South was too far away for them, and many of them never left their county in their lives.

Annan did not.

There's no reason for a bard to lie to it, and for the bard profession, "coming with the wind" means a revelation from the gods—that's the story that actually happened.

He thought the world was safe enough, but now it was only overall safety.Individually, their life and death are insignificant.

Annan decided to go to the appointment, and then ran to the cellar to find Soluman Bronzebeard, and gave him the invitation letter to help him melt into gold nuggets.Back at the tavern, I happened to meet the bard persuading Fast and Annan to attend the banquet together.

"I didn't want to go to a boring party..." Sighing, Fast looked at Annan's linen coat. "I'll go buy a dress tomorrow."

"I do not have money……"

"I'll lend you."

After a scary rat swarm story, the bard tells an uplifting story to ease the mood of his guests.Annan didn't pay attention at first, but at some point, he heard the bard say, "It's the time you spend on roses that makes roses important."

Annan looked sideways.

(End of this chapter)