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

Resolutely rejecting the tabby cat bard who was trying to trick a fool into working for free. After dinner, Chen Zhou picked up the fish basket and returned to the port again.

The night in the Tundra Port is the polar night that lasts for half a year, causing his biological clock to become increasingly chaotic, and he has been living a life of sleeping when he is sleepy and eating when he is hungry.

From this point of view, if a person does not have any plan for his life, then even if he has such an incredible thing as a "life plan book", it will not make much difference.

What should I do after traveling through time?

If it were before time travel, Chen Zhou's expectations for life would be to graduate, find a good job, start a family, have children, and take care of himself in old age. At first glance, it seems like an extremely ordinary life, but it is the epitome of most people. .

But after traveling to a foreign race and becoming a warlock, his life of browsing mobile phones, watching websites and fishing at work was far away from him.

The problem that needs to be solved now is not money, but a long-term goal.

So what do other warlocks do?

According to the poet, most warlocks have three options:

1. Pull for breeding.

2. Work for a wealthy merchant, noble or kingdom.

3. Live in isolation and start an adventure.

Chen Zhou thought thoughtfully: "It seems that as a spell caster, it wouldn't be a bad idea to find a place to work as an idler and earn a dead salary for half your life?"

Unlike bards, nine-ring spellcasters are naturally noble.

Even foreigners from the barbaric lands in the north can definitely find a stable and decent job as long as they are willing to be loyal to a certain organization.

As for loyalty... Chen Zhou said that he would put in the effort equal to his salary and benefits.

If you earn one gold a month, you can fish in troubled waters. If you earn ten gold a month, you will work hard. If you earn a hundred gold a month, you will work hard. If you earn a thousand gold a month, I will live and die with my boss.jpg

Don't be fooled by low base salary and high commission.

Travelers have a flexible bottom line.

Thinking of this, as a time-traveler who was a senior in college a month ago, I decided to return my life to its original trajectory - in short, let's go to Hainan to take the public exam first.

Considering that the material conditions and environment in the warm south were significantly better than those in the north, Chen Zhou made a decision in his heart that went against the ancestral precepts of the Siberian tiger - move south!

Ten minutes later, he caught a big fish and returned to the tavern carrying the fish basket.

Lightning, who had eaten and drank enough, was standing by the warm stove, showing off his gentle and melodious singing voice.

Different from Chen Zhou's stereotype of bards, the musical instruments of the spotted cat poet are not any string or percussion instruments he knows, but bells wrapped around slender tails.

These bells have different sound qualities and melodies, and with the wagging of the tabby cat man's tail, they merge into an enchanting and joyful song, as if a picture of the sand sea, oasis, singing, dancing and party comes into view.

It's no wonder that bards, unlike sorcerers, are loved by everyone except the Lord of Pain.

The specialness of Lightning's singing does not end there. While singing and flicking his tail, he pulled out his rapier and performed a fancy sword dance, giving the audience a three-dimensional experience from hearing to vision.

Chen Zhou was amazed by his ability to sing, dance, and flick his tail with his sword. If it were him, he would just fall flat on the ground.

Being able to do this in daily performances is beyond the reach of most people. If you can maintain the same level in battle...

Chen Zhou wondered, if judged by the criteria of the character cards in the life plan book, would this tabby cat poet be at level 60 or 70?

He was still rated level 1 after a month, so he didn't quite understand the specific standards.

During the song and dance, a drunk sailor came forward to make trouble, shouting "What the hell are you fighting?", but was beaten unconscious by two or three swords, which received full applause from the audience.

Faced with such a situation, the thoughts hidden in Chen Zhou's heart couldn't help but stir up.

When they were young, who didn’t harbor dreams like fighting a sword across the world?

It wasn’t because I was too busy studying and working that I didn’t go.

If he no longer has to bear social responsibilities after traveling to this world, does that mean he can return to his original dream?

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. Hello.

"..."

Forget it, let's find a stable job first and wait for a few years to rise to level 1 or . At level , I want to go out and commit suicide.

Determined to live a stable life for the time being, Chen Zhou found the hill dwarf who was drinking alone in front of the bar amidst the cheers of the whole hall and didn't care at all about the tabby cat man's singing.

"Prince, do you know which caravan is going south by boat recently?"

As he spoke, he lifted the fish basket and waved it in front of the dwarf, who was nicknamed "Prince" by the other sailors.

Every time when he talked nonsense after drinking, the other party claimed to be the prince of a certain clan. He was expelled from the clan due to conspiracy and betrayal, and lived in the north with a blood feud on his back. Over time, he got this title.

But later, Chen Zhou learned from the bard that the dwarf kingdom was composed of the basic unit of clan. Each clan had a king, and the king of the most powerful clan was called the Supreme King.

Coupled with the longevity of dwarves, a prince's title may last a hundred or two hundred years...

In other words, maybe the number of dwarf princes is about the same as the number of nobles in a principality?

Not noticing Chen Zhou's smile covered in downy hair, the dwarf's eyes straightened a little when he saw the fish basket in front of him.

"Why are you looking for big fish? I mean a lot of fish are going south..."

Probably realizing that the forty or fifty pounds of salmon in front of him was a bit overwhelming, the prince closed his eyes, took a deep breath for two seconds, and then jumped down from the chair.

With your feet on the ground, your smart brain takes over the high ground.

"Let's go! Tom, I'll take you to find them!"

The prince who took the fish basket walked as fast as flying. He couldn't even drink anymore, so he took the tiger man and ran to the caravan station.

Seeing this, Chen Zhou couldn't help but chuckle, and followed the other party leisurely away from the noisy port, and came to a caravanserai near several rows of warehouses.

"Dara, what else can you do at this late hour?"

The middle-aged caravan leader, dressed in silk and satin, with a brocade hat and mink fur, had an unexpectedly good attitude towards the dwarf. Even when the drunken man visited him late at night, he didn't show any disgust at all.

This made Chen Zhou curious about the true identity of this "prince". It is true that there are hundreds of princes in the dwarf kingdom, but the gold content of each prince is also different...

"I don't know." The dwarf Darla said nonchalantly, "Tom is looking for you."

After saying these two words, he stumbled out of the hotel with the fish basket in his arms and disappeared in front of Chen Zhou and the leader of the caravan.

The two people left behind stared at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Finally, the leader of the caravan took the initiative to speak: "I am Todak, the adopted dwarf son of the Fire-Forged Clan in the Eight Kings Mountains. What do you, Todala, want from me?"

Chen Zhou went straight to the point: "I am an ice warlock. I am looking for a caravan that will go south recently, and a job that includes food, accommodation and wages."

"Our caravan welcomes every new friend." Todak readily agreed. "Ice spells can often keep the products fresh after leaving the North. No amount of such sought-after talents is too many."

From then on, Chen Zhou started his life as a ship killer.