Chapter 1 Inheriting the Tavern

The thick night covered the earth, and the surroundings were very quiet. Only the wind blew densely through the woods and made a rustling sound, and the sound of owls came from time to time.

An Ji looked at a roll of parchment paper in her hand blankly. Just five minutes ago, she rushed to the last moment and sent the graduation thesis, which had been completed for thirty-six hours, to the tutor. Then she fell headlong in bed and fell asleep. As a result, she appeared here the next second.

The cool breeze at night made her arms full of goosebumps. She was distracted, and the parchment glowed in the night, allowing her to see the words on the scroll.

"Respected witch Ms. Anji,

Good night. Your property (No. 17 Baker Street, Moon Town) has not repaid the loan principal and interest for 18 consecutive years, totaling 109,7,746 copper coins. Please go to the Town Housing Base Management Office of the Ministry of Magic to pay as soon as possible. If it is overdue, our department will deal with you seriously!

Your sincere

Law Enforcement Affairs Office of the Ministry of Magic"

"???" The amount of information was too large, and Anji continued to blink her eyes sluggishly.

Good news: I'm a witch, okay! Bad news: a witch who doesn't even understand a spell.

Good news: Travel to a different world and have a house at the beginning! Bad news: sky-high arrears, the fate of the house slave who can't escape...

Anji felt a little broken. Not to mention how the coins of the world are calculated, but this string of numbers seems to be a bad thing. So can we not have this property? Do you still have to buy and sell it?

The parchment in his hand suddenly moved, the handwriting on it faded quickly, and new words gradually emerged.

"Respected witch Ms. Anji,

No. 17 Baker Street, Moon Town, was originally the property of the witch, Ms. Celine. According to Article 81 of Article 7 of the Law and Regulations of the Oslo Continental: If the owner of the property has died or disappeared for five years, the property in his name will be automatically inherited by his relatives.

According to the kinship, as the granddaughter of Sailin Witch, the property in the name of Witch Anji at No. 17 Baker Street, Moon Town is now in accordance with the corresponding rules. Please be sure to pay off the arrears within 180 working days, and our department will deal with you seriously!!!

Your sincere

Legal Committee of the Ministry of Magic"

Okay, my grandmother left me a house that has not been repaid for 18 years, and I can't refuse it. Although I didn't expect that even the wizarding world would have to pay a mortgage, but on the good mind, at least I don't have to worry about where to sleep tonight.

Anji quickly adjusted her mentality and comforted herself. Then she raised her foot to the entrance of the town in front of her and looked carefully at the map of Moon Town standing next to the gate.

"No. 17 Baker Street, let me have a look... Well, at the West Gate of Moon Town, near the Misty Forest, turn into the last alley of Betri Avenue..."

In the faint moonlight, Anji looked back at the forest behind her. The word "Foggy Forest" was written crookedly on the mottled wooden sign. Then she silently turned her eyes to the three-story house looming at the end of the dark path in front of her. The next second, the door sign in front of the house lit up with a dazzling warm yellow light, for fear that she could not see the door sign. No. 17 Baker Street" is like a few words.

It was not until she walked to the house that she knew how optimistic and stupid the idea that "don't worry about where to sleep tonight" was.

This is a pub. The old gray stone is covered with moss. Through the thick dust and spider webs, Anji barely saw the words "Moonlight Tavern" on the signboard hanging across the door. The heavy oak door under the signboard was full of scratches, and when the wind blew, she made a sharp sound of "beep".

Pushing the door in, you can vaguely see a long table and four four four-person tables in the center of the hall. There are three huge wine barrels next to the thick wooden bar, and a towering wine rack behind the bar, with thick dust on it.

The coolness of the late night and the dust in the air kept stimulating Anji's nasal cavity. After several sneezings in a row, she looked at the empty table. Anji sighed and walked to the bar. She pulled open the sticky spider web. After searching for a lot, she finally found a candlestick, half a box of matches and a half-burnt candle.

After lighting the candle, she finally saw the whole hall clearly. There is a wooden wall clock hanging on the upper left wall of the bar, and there is only one pointer with the word "Anji" written in elegant font pointing to the position of "home".

She held up the candlestick and looked closer. The alarm clock should have marked the numbers with words such as "Home", "Walker Market", "Hollow's Restaurant", "Levai City" and so on.

"This is so cool!" Anji muttered.

Below the wall clock is a thick wooden door. Because it has not been used for many years, Anji took a lot of effort to push it open.

Inside is a very spacious kitchen. In the center is a cooking island table about four meters long, and the moonlight sprinkles on the island table through the window.

Anji found a well-preserved kitchen utensils and tableware in the kitchen. When she was about to leave the kitchen, she found that there was a small door around the corner. After opening it, the thicker black teeth and claws rushed over.

Even by candlelight, it took her a few seconds to identify the scene in front of her. The long stairs lead to the ground, and you can't see your head. She guessed that this should be the basement of the pub, and she didn't know if it was the place where the witch made the magic potion in the legend. She planned to go in at dawn.

On the right side of the bar is the staircase leading to the second floor. The second floor is a personal living room, with a squeaky bed frame, a hard mattress and a wardrobe that shakes when touched.

The third floor is an attic with a sloping roof. The three sides of the wall are bookshelves as high as the roof, which are full of all kinds of books. Anji unexpectedly found that this place seemed to have been enchanted. It was very clean without a ash.

Anji breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the floor, and scratched her hair irritably.

Inexplicably, I came to a strange world, but it was still a magical world. Isn't this a little too fairy-tale?

Thinking of her identity as a witch, Anji decided to try to read a few words:

"Come on, come on, come on, gold coins are flying!"

"Can change, change, books become cats!"

"..."

Well, it's not surprising at all.

Anji decided not to think about her witch identity for the time being. After all, there was a critical attack of millions of arrears in front of her. She didn't want to experience the so-called "serious treatment" at all, which would not be a good thing.

"Come on, there's no way..." She took the opportunity to lie down with her head resting on her hands. She looked at the small moonlight on the skylight absent-mindedly.

"The ready-made tavern is here, so it's better to go to the old business."

Anji, who loves delicious food, has been engineering in different restaurants for four years in college, dreaming of opening a delicious and popular restaurant by herself in the future. Now, how can this not be considered to realize a dream in a sense!

Anji, who was instantly accepted, was ready to take a nap first. Before closing her eyes, she whispered, "Give me more advice in the future, Moonlight Tavern."