Oh, beautiful morning, good morning, dear Aunt Susan

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

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

I haven't taught anything

Martin and Annan said, "No one talks like that

Of course, my friend, "Annan imitated the tone and wording of last night's troubadour," but couldn't help but sigh: Aunt Susan, your beauty is like a rose with dewdrops in the morning light

It's been said that no one is like this -

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

Thank you, kind and amiable Aunt Susan

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

Annan didn't eat much pumpkin pie. While breaking open the black bread and putting it into the rice soup, he asked, "Is pumpkin pie for free delicious

Delicious! Very delicious! "Martin said loudly as he stuffed it into his mouth.

After breakfast, Annan and Martin, who were gradually accustomed to physical labor, continued to chop firewood and sent it to the market for sale.

Annan wanted to help Martin memorize some of it, but Martin refused to say that it was easy for him and boasted about his experience as a miner before.

When I was a miner, I used... to carry... a hundred pounds

As expected, the words were mixed with many terms that Annan had never heard of before.

Arriving at the bustling market, Martin was selling firewood while Annan wandered around, speaking with vendors to improve his speaking skills.

What is the price of the shirt

However, he never only asks whether to buy, and occasionally points to the text to ask what it means, attracting some strange looks.

Annan doesn't care about how these locals who have little interaction in the future perceive him. After a while, he returned to Martin's place. He had sold out all the firewood and was waiting for Annan to come back.

On the way back, they passed by a library - it's unbelievable that there is a library in this remote town. Martin said it was an old man who insisted on doing this, with almost no visitors.

Establishing a library is a beautiful vision, but in a town with a literacy rate of less than 1%, doing so will only make the townspeople think, 'There is a library in my town!' and make passing caravans sigh, 'How can there be a library in such a poor place?'.

Listening to Martin chattering around, Annan suddenly saw a familiar figure walk into the bookstore.

Their boss Foster is rough and robust, with a slender sword at his waist that never leaves him, unlike someone who likes to read books.

Martin didn't see his boss and was still staring at the young women picking clothes in the diagonal clothing store window.

Returning to Aunt Susan's house, Annan's life did not change much in the next few days, except for learning more and more common language from the bards.

Starting with the gentle music of the troubadours, Annan began his seventh day of work.

There weren't many guests today, and the relative quietness made the bard's voice clear, except for Martin's muttering, 'There's no food to bring back today.'.

Faust leaned against the wooden pillar by the counter, looking both like a boss and a guard. Annan, Martin, and Evelyn gathered behind the counter, occasionally busy with guests coming or walking over.

Annan

Mr. Foster pushed a glass of juice to him and pointed to the noblewoman sitting in the previous seat, saying, "Send it over

Annan, who was ready to become a joke again, reluctantly picked up his glass and came to the table to defend himself with gorgeous words: "Beautiful miss, I wish you a wonderful night

Do you think I'm still a young lady? "Teasing unexpectedly arrived.

However, Annan has been very hardworking these days.