Throne of Magical Arcana

Holding the money bag in my hand and feeling the weight, Lucian was slightly excited and surging, just like on the earth, holding a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, and when the house price was at this level, he suddenly got it. A huge sum of more than 300,000 yuan, so even if Lucien is able to stay calm after so many things, there is a lot of emotional fluctuations, not to mention that this money also represents Lucien in a short time Hope that the strength of self-insurance will increase rapidly.

"It seems that I'm a half money fan." Lucian laughed at himself, said goodbye to Hank, and walked to the music library on the second floor. After all, I've known Piero for more than two months, barely a friend. , Leave the library or tell him.

Hank watched Lucien's mood change and forcibly kept calm. He smiled and shook his head normally, muttering: "It's good to be young and talented." If Lucien told so much Kintal Disdainful, or without a change of expression like a dead man, Hank would find him very weird.

At first, it should be thirty-four Quintals to Lucien, but according to the convention, Lucien clearly did not ask, and Hank certainly would not mention it himself.

Uh ...

In the Music Library, Piero sat in a daze behind the wooden cabinet, with two newspapers spread out in front of him.

"Good morning, Pieru." Lucian walked over and said hello.

耶 Pierru seemed to be awakened from a dream and looked at the person in front of him a little confused: "Lucien ..." As soon as he heard his name, Piero sank, "Maybe I should call you Mr. Evans."

Such an attitude was unexpected for Lucian, because for more than two months, Lucien still knew Piero's character well, and did not think he was a stupid or arrogant man, even if he had jealousy in his heart, Nor would it be obvious: "Pieru?"

你们 "You guys, why do you play the piano like this? Do you know how to play the harpsichord ?!" Piero said with gritted teeth, dark brown eyes looking at Lucian with disgust.

With a movement in his heart, Balussian looked down at the two newspapers in front of Pieru.

This is exactly the "Music Review" and "Symphony Orientation" that were just printed and released today. Each of them has a review of Victor's Piano Concerto.

I don't need Lucien to read it carefully. The two newspapers that have been deposited in the Soul Library before browsing hastily turned to the corresponding articles.

The second half of these two articles discusses the **** skills of Victor when playing the piano. One considers that the characteristics of this new instrument are a commendable improvement, and one considers it to be contrary to many great music of the past. Classical fingerings that have gradually formed after numerous performances by home and famous musicians are a betrayal of tradition and music. The so-called improvement does not even know why.

I understood the meaning of Piero's words, but Lucian still didn't understand why he reacted so fiercely. Isn't this kind of thing that gentlemen would quarrel?

"Do you really understand the art of harpsichord?" Pieru asked again.

"Piano, harpsichord ..." Lucian heard these words, and suddenly remembered that Pieru knew that after studying piano, he once introduced a book that he had read, "The Art of Harpsichord," so he seriously this book is called from within the soul out of the library, carefully looked at the cover: "author:? San Antonio Duo"

"Pieru, Mr. Antonio Sandor, isn't it?" Lucian asked with some clarity.

Piero was stunned, and then proudly said, "He is my father, a great harpsichord player, and I cannot tolerate you to destroy his art."

Lucian didn't want to argue with him about these things, and pressed his right hand down: "The evaluation standard of **** is the expressiveness of music. Let time prove it. Well, Pieru, I will leave the library today. Now. "

But Pieru did not want to let Lucien go, and he was very disgusted and said, "I misunderstood you, Lucien, you are a man who thinks you have the talent for music, and you do n’t respect the tradition. If you ca n’t give up your bombs, Playing fingering, you will only go further and further down the wrong path and lose your reputation as a genius. "

What I wanted to say, but seeing Piero's firm and stubborn attitude, Lucian gave up and turned away, this kind of thing can not be convinced.

"I thought I would become a friend with Piero." Lucian sighed when she left the music library. Not every good person you meet can be your friend. It has drifted away for various reasons.

Uh ...

Due to the successful conclusion of the concert yesterday, Victor announced that his later studies will return to normal Monday to Friday, and after so long, no matter whether Victor, Lotte, Felice, Herodotus need to relax, add Today is Sunday, and we need to go to church for worship, so the piano room on the fourth floor is empty, so that Lucian, who wanted to talk to Phyllis, could not find anyone.

"Maybe I should go to Felice in her house in the aristocratic district in the afternoon ..." Lucian put the purse away and seriously considered going to find Felice in the door. With excuses and reasons, it was normal to be urgent. But how do I convince her? Take Quintal or something else? "

I was troubled by this matter, Lucian returned to the lobby on the first floor and asked Elena if there were any garden villas for rent in Jisu District.

The house rental is generally inquired and handled at the City Hall or the Adventurers' Guild. However, Jisu District is mainly occupied by musicians, musicians, and musicians. Therefore, the rental of houses in this district is coordinated by the Musicians Association.

Under the elaborate introduction and analysis by Elena, Lucian fancyed the second-floor garden villa at No. 116 Jisu District. It belongs to an ordinary musician. Since receiving an invitation from a Viscount in the Kingdom of Syracuse to perform music Consultant, while renting the house to the association, the location is relatively remote, the rent is a quintaler per year.

I was going to take a look at Lucien, who had settled down the villa. Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, I decided to leave the association and go back to work on the hidden things in the hut.

"Mr. Evans, good-bye." Elena smiled, and Casey bent stiffly.

Uh ...

As soon as she returned to Adjan, Lucien noticed that there were many neighbors outside of Eliza's house, and they whispered in the same way as when John became a formal Knight attendant last time.

Because of worship in the morning, these poor people who are busy from morning to night have a rare daytime rest.

After Lucien's mental strength strengthened, his ears seemed to have become sharper. At the door of his cabin, he faintly heard them saying words such as "Joel", "invite", "move away", etc., and his heart was suddenly With a move, an inexplicable and unpleasant premonition was raised, so he turned around and walked outside of Eliza's house.

嗨 "Hi Roy, what are you talking about?" Lucian asked a neighbor he knew.

The neighbor named Roy had been working hard all year round. The thirty-year-old man was obviously old. He didn't know about Lucien becoming a princess music consultant. He smiled and said, "Lucien, Joel, he finally Fortunately, before worship, he was invited by a noble master to go to his territory as a family musician, and watched him laugh with a smile, rushing to take Elisa and Avon away to salute, the reward must be very generous .

"Well, Lucian, it is said that because you became famous and became a musician, that noble master felt that Joel, who taught you music from an early age, was very talented, and invited him to be a home musician." The neighbor, Liz's middle-aged concubine, stared at Lucian with a gaze, "Is this true? Have you really become a musician?"

"Nothing!" Lucian smelled a weird smell and asked quickly, "Which aristocrat invited Uncle Joel?"

Even if a noble really invited Joel because he was famous and became a princess's music consultant, they would not go so hurriedly, even if it was too late to notify John who was out of the city in the morning, he must tell himself.

This is definitely not like Joel's behavior style, nor the purpose of the nobleman. If he doesn't tell himself, what good can he do to invite Joel?

Uncle Liz and several other neighbors shook their heads at the same time: "How dare we ask the name of the aristocratic master? Look at the dress he wears and the attendants and maids he wears, and he knows that he must be a noble."

Lucien thought more and more wrong, forcibly suppressed impatience and worry ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ calmly asked: "Aunt Liz, do you see the appearance of that aristocracy? Also, he or Joel Did your uncle leave any words or notes for me? "

"Where do we dare to look directly at the face of the aristocratic master? All we know is a very gentle old gentleman with hair all white, wearing a black dress and pestle with a walking stick. His attendants are all in their twenties. , Very powerful man ... "Roy mainly described the follower of the" nobleman ", although he said it in detail, if you think about it carefully, you will find that they have no obvious characteristics, and they are in the market area and adventurers. Meetings, pubs, etc. can meet dozens of hundreds of strong men a day is no different.

Uncle Liz thought for a while: "Joel asked me to tell you and John. Don't worry about him, he will ask someone to bring you the news when he arrives."

"Are there any other words?" Lucian asked anxiously, holding down.

"No." All the neighbors shook their heads.

He took a few heavy breaths, calmed himself down a bit, first looked for clues, and then informed John that there must be something in the group, and it would leave information.

The door of Alisa's house was tightly locked, but Lucien's had a spare key for their house, so she walked quickly to her cottage in the strange eyes of her neighbors.

Opening the door of the cabin, Lucian immediately discovered that there was something wrong, which was the keen sense brought by the strong soul and mental power.

"It seems like someone came in because he didn't erase the breath and traces that belonged to him, but just let them disappear quickly and naturally."

If Lucian is not a formal magic apprentice, this anomaly will certainly not be discovered.

Balusian took a closer look, and a white letter was quietly on his desk.