After a day of observation, Auster came up with the idea of making money by performing. Since those street performers can make money by performing with the three-legged cat spell, and they have the secret book and are superb, there is no reason to beg for food from a golden bowl.
He came up with a good idea, found a sign, and wrote on it "Don't fight back, specializes in treating depression", and then let people hit him casually on the street for 10 silver per person.
Using the remaining holy magic of protection, Oster was invulnerable and remained unscathed. But soon, everyone felt it was boring and stopped coming. He could only be ruthless and let people beat him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he ran around in the place crying and howling; he could then use magic to heal himself afterwards.
Magic is really easy to use, and multiple traumas can be restored as before, but being beaten really hurts. There is a saying that money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat. It is the same in any world. You have to endure the expense in order to make money.
After all the saved spells were used up, Auster changed his sign to "Flag challenge, let you use three hands." Set up an arena to challenge people who look like spell casters.
Relying on the experience of copying battles many times, he will first show weakness to make the opponent careless, then parse spells to dodge, gradually draining the opponent's magic and physical strength, and finally use the copying ability to counterattack, and win every time;
Because the scene seemed to be full of ups and downs, it was quite enjoyable to watch and attracted many passers-by to watch. As his popularity grew, Auster set up gambling games for viewers to place bets. This time he made more money, and he could make several golds per game.
During the fight, the audience talked a lot, like, "This is a well-known adventurer nearby. He can kill ten wild boars in one breath. This kid must not be able to win. What? He won easily! (Shocked)" "This is a genius apprentice from Dalaran. The staff he holds is signed by Luo Ning. This boy's good luck has come to an end. What? He actually won again! (Shocked*2)" "This time it's the town. The eldest son, the one-in-a-hundred Holy Light prodigy, is expected to be promoted to the knight candidate. He must not be able to... what?! Who is he? (Shocked*3)" This kind of process is too boring, and the author is a little bit I didn’t even want to write it, so I just skipped it;
In short, after a few days, Oster used his ability to make a lot of money, and also saved a lot of spare skills. The ring was played non-stop from morning to night, and spectators from several streets were attracted, leaving those professional performing arts groups unattended.
Looking at the money bag that had bulged again, Auster couldn't help but feel complacent, thinking about what it means to get rich through hard work. No one in the world could compare with him, and no one looked at where he came from. By the way, why didn't I wake up to some golden fingers in my previous life? Otherwise, I would have fallen to the point of sudden death while working overtime.
During this period, Sashu often pops up an alarm interface, prompting "low energy" and "please charge". But Oster was too busy making money, so he just turned it off without paying attention.
Then naturally, he attracted the attention of his peers. As the sun set that evening, Oster, who had just closed his stall, was blocked by a group of people at the intersection.
The leader is a tall, fat man. According to the model in the game, he has a Kul Tiran body type. The other party was very polite at first and told himself that his family name was Silas Cole. As expected, he was from Boralus;
Silas claimed to be the head of the buskers' guild in the town and asked Auster about his name and place of origin. Auster had no reason to hide it and told the other party truthfully.
Silas said, "Street performers make money based on their skills. To put it bluntly, it depends on their level of magic. Each master has his own strengths and weaknesses. Some are good at arcane creation, some are good at elemental combat, some are good at astral displacement, and some are good at astral displacement. Divination and prediction. Where are you, Master Ao?"
Auster blurted out, "I know a little bit of everything."
A person next to him shouted, "Boy, you are not old, but your tone is not small!" Oster was surprised, this is the truth, he learned and copied by stealing, and he stole whatever the other party used, but he didn't know a little bit.
Silas raised his hand to stop his men, and continued to say to Auster in a pleasant tone, "Master Ao, do you know that performing in Montenegro County requires the approval of the guild first, and you have to pay membership fees."
Oster finally understood what the other party meant, shrugged and said, "I'm an adventurer by nature. I won't stay here long. I'll go to Sentinel Ridge after I earn enough money."
The stupid young man next to him said loudly, "There are only so many spectators on one street. If you rob them all, others will have nothing to eat. The money you make here means you have to pay protection fees here, do you understand?" "
Silas scolded his men, "Why are you talking about protection money? We are no longer that kind of people now."
Then he smiled and said to Auster: "My subordinates are ignorant and please bear with me if I say something wrong. In fact, the membership fee is not high, only 30% of the income, and it is used to smoothen the relationship with the government and the garrison. All buskers are considerate. We are all wandering and helpless craftsmen. If we are not organized, we can easily be bullied."
Seeing the other party's red face and pale face, singing the double act extremely skillfully, Auster sneered, "What will happen if I don't pay my dues?"
Silas lowered his face and said, "Then you have to set up an arena and accept the challenges of all the masters on the street. Only if you don't fall down within a stick of incense will you be qualified to perform here. But this is not a good choice. I can guarantee it. ." As he said that, seven or eight people gathered around.
Auster laughed and said, "I am a boxer myself, and you have to pay for challenging me. But this time I will make an exception and it will be free. Come on, I'm in a hurry to get off work."
Fatty Silas finally stopped hiding it and said with a grin, "Boy, you will soon regret being so arrogant."
He waved his hand, and the buskers, whose faces were crooked with anger, rushed towards him one after another. Oster calmly used the spell he had secretly learned during the day. A white light burst out from around him, and a cold air enveloped the nearby ground;
[Ice Nova, spell level 1, type frost, area effect, restricted movement. ——Warning: Low energy, please recharge immediately. 】
The artist who was frozen immediately recited incantations, took out scrolls, and began to cast spells to counterattack. Auster had long expected this. In this world, magic is equivalent to a murder weapon. One party in the fight took out a knife, but the other party had no reason to continue empty-handed;
However, the other party did not know that in this way, he would be giving Oster the skills out of his own pocket.
[Ice Spear Technique (Level 1), analysis completed. Fireball (Level 1), analysis completed. Arcane Missile (Level 1), analysis completed. ——Warning: Low energy, please recharge immediately. 】
Oster returned the magic skills one by one, causing the opponent to fall over and scream in agony. A busker said in disbelief, "How on earth is it possible to cast so many spells at the same time without any casting time?"
Silas yelled the command from behind, "There are so many of us, he can't take care of each side, try to cut him in the middle!"
Good guy, just give it a try. The buskers formed a circle and fired magic bullets at various parts of Oster's body at the same time. Several of the bullets were aimed at vital parts of the body. It was really shameless.
