Annan appearing in this world is like a blank sheet of paper.

The destitute life of the first three days was stained with muddy gray brown, and then covered with many warm tones by Aunt Susan's family and the Dawn Tavern. But there is no doubt that the stories of minstrels are dyed with more colors and are more vibrant.

Perhaps in the foreseeable future, this blank paper will become colorful black due to overlapping colors, and it is unknown. But at least for now, Annan still holds a beautiful fantasy about the extraordinary power of this world.

Waving the staff to cast spells and summon elemental creatures as mages. A sorcerer who discovers bloodlines and uses various mysterious powers. The warrior who wields a great sword and a giant shield, fights fiercely, and becomes the strongest spear or the hardest shield. Holding a long bow and a short dagger, dancing gracefully among the enemy like a fairy dancer. Hiding in the shadows like an assassin is also a good idea.

Druids who protect the forest, coveted succubi, barbarians with muscular heads, undead with terrifying appearances and kind hearts, and auxiliary professions who may not possess extraordinary powers but are the best companions in the stories of bards.

Except for the spell he saw that night, Annan had not seen any other extraordinary powers.

The next day, Annan and Martin arrived at the market with firewood on their backs in the afternoon. He strolled on the street as usual, like a cat familiar with his territory, expanding his area day by day.

Annan gets along well with everyone, always stopping to greet vendors with a few words such as "How are you? I'm doing well" or "What's the price of this product?" and never buying it.

The locals in the market gradually became familiar with this black haired boy with a strange twisted accent that they had never seen before.

Annan, who had expanded his territory, soon arrived at the depths of a market he had never been to before, where animals such as cows and sheep were sold... including slaves.

In the prison cage stained with blood and rust, there was a curled up muscular figure, with two cow horns growing from the top of the head, one of which had already broken.

Perhaps Annan, who was observing, was getting closer. The man wearing dirty leather armor at the edge of the cage reminded him, "Hey, stay away and be careful not to hurt you

Is he a Tauren

Tauren? It's just a bastard, "the man raised his iron sword and struck the cage, making a piercing noise.

The half bull headed man lifted his head, reflecting only tranquility in Annan's transverse pupils: "You don't seem like a local

Um... yes

Annan was not surprised that it could speak, and the story of the bard raised his acceptance threshold. Just this half bull headed man, who is similar to humans but very different, closed his eyes and ignored the outside world.

Annan stood aside, and not long after, someone became interested in the half Tauren slaves.

50 silver coins, "the man in leather armor offered.

Too expensive, it's not a Tauren

Do you want to get 50 silver coins for a real Tauren

I am only willing to give 30 silver coins

I might as well sell it to the haunted gold mine

The inquiry broke up unhappily, and some people asked for prices one after another, but no one bought them.

Annan can only listen, his entire net worth is only 2 silver coins.

I can't help you

Annan looked at the life trapped in the cage and whispered, then turned around and left. The closed eyes now opened, gazing at his receding figure.

Returning to the outskirts of the market, Martin had just sold the firewood when Annan walked over and asked him, "How much did you sell

20 copper coins

This is the lowest price that Aunt Susan requested to sell, and Martin has always sold at this price.

So Martin has been selling very quickly.

On the way back, Annan volunteered to buy 5 pounds of black bread. With 15 copper coins, he bought 5.5 pounds of black bread from a bakery near the Dawn Tavern - he gained an extra half pound with charm and words. Then she returned to Aunt Susan's house holding a paper bag.