I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

In the Land of Frost in the far north of the continent, the permanent midwinter turns the land into pure white frozen soil.

But even in this difficult and dangerous environment where even birds can stop, there are also footprints of intelligent creatures.

On the edge of the polar region, a tundra port built with great effort by humans and glacier dwarves officially opened to navigation last month.

This newly built ice-free port brings business travel, materials, population, and technology from the warm southern country...

And an alien soul from the Huaxu State-owned Xiong Province—Chen Zhou, whose name is a bit unlucky for this place.

As the saying goes, thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.

Although traveling means that he will never see his hometown again, if he can fulfill the expectations of his parents in his name, he will probably be able to comfort their spirits in heaven.

In any case, he has spent a whole month since he bought a life plan book in a used bookstore and traveled from earth to this world.

From humans to tigers, except that the calculation speed has become a bit slower, and until now, it occasionally falls on the ground due to physical discomfort, there seems to be no particularly big shortcomings.

The physical abilities are better, the senses are sharper, and the warlock's talent is unlocked by blood and soul.

There's nothing you can do if you don't like cats. At least compared to the Siberian tiger that has traveled through time, the tiger man who looks close to the Siberian tiger is already lucky.

And if you look closely, the big cat weighing two to three hundred pounds is actually quite cute...

Transmigrating into a foreign race is not a problem. The biggest dilemma he faces is actually the unknown of this world.

Isn't Warlock the kind of profession where green-skinned orcs play with fel powers?

Why is the origin of magic awakened based on bloodline and talent?

What does magic mean in this world?

What status does a spell caster have?

Is the warlock being yelled at by everyone?

In the past month, Chen Zhou, who had no special skills and had to make a living by fishing, had been asking the locals for common knowledge in all aspects, without ever revealing his spell-casting ability.

It's a pity that most of the sailors who hang out in cheap taverns in the port have little knowledge. There is a big question mark as to whether the information obtained from the drunkards is trustworthy.

"Tom, your fish is ready!"

The halfling waiter carrying a large plate of grilled fish from the back kitchen attracted the attention of many people in the tavern, all focusing on the whole grilled fish on the plate.

The fish Tom caught this time weighed at least thirty kilograms!

The sailors couldn't help but talk about it. It was difficult to catch such a big fish even at sea, but the other party was able to bring one or two every day.

Eat one for yourself and sell one to the tavern.

In the past month, the most talked-about thing among the sailors in the Tundra Port was how big a fish a tiger man had caught, and how big a fish he could guess was his limit, and how to explore his fishing secrets.

Regarding this, Chen Zhou said that it doesn’t matter whether God feeds him or not.

As long as he stood near the water, the fish would come to him one after another. Even if he did nothing, he would have the best nesting effect.

Maybe it comes from the warlock's ability.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mir. Do you want something to eat?" Chen Zhou kindly took the tray, which seemed to be heavier than a halfling.

Mir declined with twinkling eyes: "Well, there are still some leftovers in the kitchen."

It seems that there are enough so-called scraps to feed him.

Ignoring such minor details, he quietly enjoyed the fruits of his labor.

It’s not that we believe in eating without talking and sleeping without speaking, but those who have tasted modern cuisine have to face the enemy when faced with grilled fish that tastes bland and sprinkled with a little salt, unknown seasonings and honey.

It's delicious, but no matter how much you eat it for a month, you'll get tired of it. It's really hard to swallow without forcing yourself.

But the way he eats slowly seems to be a different story to others.

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And just when Chen Zhou, who said he didn't want his body but was still honest, was about to slowly finish a whole plate of grilled fish.

Suddenly a thunderous drum beat came from behind.

Looking through the sound, he found that the sound came from a guest who was watching him eat and drink silently. The latter was thinly dressed and had a weathered face. There was nothing on the table except a glass of ale that Chen Zhou disliked so much.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhou, who felt like he was being pardoned, suggested: "It's rare to meet someone of the same race, why don't we just eat something together?"

The other party was a foreigner with brown hair, black lines and a slender tail. His appearance also showed signs of a feline, but it was probably caused by long periods of hunger. He looked more than a hundred pounds thinner than Chen Zhou.

Based on his shallow knowledge and better than nothing biological knowledge, he thought that the other party might be a tiger man who had lost weight due to hunger.

"It's different. You are from the tiger tribe, and Lightning is from the tabby cat tribe. There is a long way between us."

Despite such emphasis, the spotted cat man still sat opposite the kind man with a wine glass in his hand: "Thank you, Lord Cat, for your gift."

"?"

Chen Zhou slowly raised a question mark.

It sounds like this cat lord is probably the god that tabby cat people believe in.

Considering that the tabby cat man could help him finish the rest of the meal to avoid wasting food, he didn't care about such a trivial matter.

However, this fish-eating guest wanted more to satisfy his desire to talk than to eat.

"Lightning is lightning. The spotted cat people from the Great Sand Sea are thousands of miles away from your tiger tribe."

"Did you know that there is a golden country in the oasis of the Great Sand Sea? It is a golden country that all adventurers are keen to go to, and the city lord Eldridge is a legend who has lived for hundreds of years."

"It's a pity that the city that never sleeps in the desert is too extravagant and lustful. It's impossible to move without money. Lightning owes thousands of gold coins in debt, so he had to run all night to the pure white frozen soil to avoid the limelight."

"Alas, it's too cold in the North, and Lightning still misses the desert."

The tabby catman Lightning calls himself a bard, a master of magic using music and song.

This time I came to the North not only to escape debt, but also to get the manuscript left by a legendary poet - the Holy Word of Creation.

The Word of Creation is the word of the gods, the poetry of the universe, the echo of creation, the end of music.

The curiosity about the ultimate melody made Lightning so obsessed that he went against his nature of loving warmth and came to the North to search.

Then he spent all his travel expenses just to keep warm, and ended up being helped by a passerby who couldn't even tell the difference between a tiger man and a tabby cat man.

"Ahem, I think we do look similar." Chen Zhou, who lacked common sense knowledge, decided to flip the page, "So, you are a learned and talented poet?"

"Of course, Lightning graduated from the Creation Academy. He is a descendant of the Platinum Dragon King and Dragon Queen. His understanding of the Song of Creation even puts him at the mercy of all his classmates and even teachers!"

It sounded so powerful, Chen Zhou thought to himself, dragons, creation, creation, etc., were completely beyond the realms that mortals could touch.

So he made an insinuation and said, "Really? I don't believe it. Let me test you - do you know what a warlock is?"