For Lucien, who wants to become a musician or musician to cover up his identity as a magician, there is nothing to hide from Pieru's question, and he replied with a smile: "At present, I am learning from Mr. Victor that he has transformed the quill key. Qin, um, Mr. Victor thinks that the harpsichord he has transformed is already a brand new and revolutionary instrument, so he named it a piano and will register it with the association soon.”
Although after contacting the circle of magic apprentices, many of the items Lucien needs can be obtained from them with "knowledge", but Lucien's own knowledge is very problematic. With his current status, he cannot go on in depth. It is to exchange knowledge for things, or it is as dangerous as running on the edge of a cliff, or it will soon empty out the knowledge that can be said, and even if the knowledge is exchanged for money, it must become ordinary clothes, food, and houses , horse-drawn carriages, etc., also need an obvious job with a relatively good income to cover up.
Therefore, Lucien has always worked hard in learning music. Even if he has enough time, such as finding the location of the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council after a few years, becoming a musician is much more useful than becoming a bard. After all, few people would doubt that a good musician who is personable, talented, and able to compose music that is so beautiful and intoxicating can be a dark, evil, and ugly magician.
"Harpsichord? Piano?" The expression on Pieru's face became vivid and excited, he stood up abruptly, walked into the bookshelf, turned around, as if he was looking for something, finally he knocked on his head, I dragged a book from a certain bookshelf and brought it in front of Lucien, "Whether it's the harpsichord or the piano, you need this book. I just read this book to learn the harpsichord." Yes, in another four months, I will participate in the assessment of the musicians of the association and become a qualified musician!"
As a guild, the Musicians Association, like other guilds, has controlled and monopolized many things within the guild, such as the identification of musicians. The subjective idealism of musicians depends entirely on the nobles' style evaluation.
"The Art of Playing the Harpsichord." Lucien took it over and looked at it, and thanked Piero politely. Anyway, I stayed up late last night and was in a bad mood, so I couldn't analyze the magic in my mind. Why don't you read this book Books to pass the time.
Piero did not let Lucien go, and talked to Lucien about the performance of the harpsichord, music scores, music theory, etc., and seemed to know that after Lucien learned the piano, he had a kind of I feel like I have found a "companion", and I can't wait to share all my thoughts about music, which is a bit crazy.
Lucien has studied music for so long, and he has some basics. He reluctantly agreed with the discussion, but his eyelids couldn't stop drooping, full of sleepiness, and he tried to stop Pieru from speaking several times, but he ignored them.
Fortunately, at this time, a woman wearing a black gauze hat and a white elegant long skirt came in from outside the library. Her waist was not tightly constricted by the belt, but she was naturally slender. She walked full of charm and full of manners. Like a beautiful picture floating slowly from a distance.
At the same time, she seemed to be wearing white stockings under her long skirt, which made her legs look straight and slender.
[There are stockings in this world? Could it be a by-product of alchemy?]Lucien has developed a conditional launch, as long as he finds anything similar to the earth, he can't help but observe and speculate, but in the eyes of this lady and Pierre, Lucien's gaze is a bit impolite.
"Cough, cough, cough." Pieru woke up from the crazy music state, coughed twice, and bumped Lucien with his elbow, telling him not to be rude, and at the same time greeted with a smile: "Ms. Do you need help with anything?"
Lucien looked away, nodded and saluted: [So she is Sylvia.]Sylvia is often stared at by similar eyes, and she is used to it, and she didn't get angry because of it. After she took off the black gauze hat, she said to Piero flatly: "Hello, Piero, I'm here to borrow a few books. Books, they are…”
She was indeed as beautiful as Pierre had described, with long black hair that was as calm as silk satin and eyes as deep as the night sky. With slightly narrowed eyes and a small straight nose, she gave off a gentle and elegant feeling.
Pieru didn't expect Sylvia to remember his name, his face flushed with excitement, he said yes repeatedly, and then walked quickly to the bookshelf, looking for the books Sylvia needed.
Since Sylvia was standing in front of the wooden cabinet, Lucien smelled a faint, seemingly familiar scent: [Could it be that the 'Black Nightingale' yarn I picked up at that time was hers? ] With the strengthening of the soul, Lucien's memory is getting better and better, and he quickly recalled the first pot of gold he got from picking up junk, and then glanced at the black gauze hat in Sylvia's hand, I secretly speculated in my heart.
However, after careful identification, Lucien felt something was wrong: [The scents are very similar, but there are still differences. It seems that different women are using the same perfume or powder.]For this matter, Lucien was only a little curious, and had no intention of finding that lady out, so he couldn't tell her at that time: "Hello, I picked up the gauze hat you lost and sold it for money."
Because of nervousness, excitement, and wanting to show off in front of Sylvia, Piero became at a loss, and completely forgot which shelf the books were on. After a few minutes, he couldn't find any of them, and his face was still flushed. But it was no longer because of excitement, but panic.
At this time, because Pierre had not been able to return with the book for a long time, Lucien couldn't help but look back, and saw him looking at him for help with a red face, so he smiled and shook his head, walked to a bookshelf, casually With one draw, a book that Sylvia needed was pulled out.
This is not only because Lucien has a good memory, but also because Lucien has collected the books and materials in this music library into his soul library, and the bookshelves formed are arranged according to Lucien's intention. , completely in accordance with the reality of this library, so as long as you think about it in your mind, you can immediately find the bookshelf and location.
At the time of the first book, Piero didn't care about it, but was full of gratitude, but seeing that Lucien didn't pause or hesitate, he walked to several bookshelves in a row and took out the books that Sylvia needed. His mouth couldn't close together: "Since when did he become so familiar with the library?!"
Holding a stack of books in front of Sylvia, Lucien asked politely: "Ms. Sylvia, are you reading here, or should I carry you to your lounge?"
If it is said that Lucien has no manly thoughts on a stunning woman like Sylvia, it must be a lie, but Lucien is very clear-headed and rational, and knows his identity as a magician and his future participation in the Continental Magic Council. It is impossible for the plan of the headquarters to allow myself to pursue romance and love in Alto. Therefore, there is no expectation, no excitement and tension, and she behaves very calm and calm in front of Sylvia, forming a strong contrast with Pieru .
"You register it and put it on the table, and someone will come to help me later." Sylvia's voice was low, slightly hoarse, with a unique sex appeal.
She is a little strange, the wretched pervert who stared at her legs when she came in just now is acting like a "gentleman" who likes men but not women, but this kind of strangeness is not enough to make her right Sean was curious, but while waiting for Lucien to register, he casually asked, "What's your name, which gentleman's student are you?"
Those who can do this job must have connections in the association, and Sylvia still has to show basic courtesy.
"Ms. Sylvia, I'm Mr. Victor's student Lucien Evans." Lucien replied simply.
Sylvia smiled slightly, like an elegant lily: "I heard that Mr. Victor has transformed a brand new musical instrument, the piano, and I am looking forward to his concert."
After two casual conversations, Sylvia didn't speak any more, maintaining a quiet and elegant attitude.
After registration, Sylvia took a few steps towards the outside of the library, smiled and waved, and Lucien realized that there were three people waiting outside the library, one of whom was taller than Lucien. Half a head taller, wearing a black gauze hat similar to Sylvia's, her slender legs covered by a black gauze skirt, standing there quietly, like a straight spear, the other two, one is wearing There was a beautiful girl in a maid uniform, and a middle-aged woman in the same long black dress. Her beautiful and elegant appearance was taken away by her serious temperament.
After being glanced at by Lucien, the middle-aged woman looked back coldly. Seeing her dark blue eyes, Lucien couldn't help but tremble, and fell into a strange, fearful state. In this state, the surroundings turned into black and white, as if there was a surging sea in her eyes, and there was a terrifying huge wave about to hit her.
Lucien's mind was blank. He didn't know when the maid took away the book, and when Sylvia walked out. It wasn't until the middle-aged woman was left with only a back, that the black and white world around Lucien regained consciousness. After recovering her color, she saw the woman who was a full head taller than Sylvia and wearing a black gauze hat. She seemed to have heard something Sylvia said, and looked back at Lucien. The playful smile in the eyes was clearly conveyed to Lucien's eyes through the veil, as if it had condensed into substance.
"Who are these two people? Such terrifying strength!" Lucien was dripping with cold sweat. This is the strongest person he has ever met, especially the middle-aged woman. All his magic, his spiritual power, It seems that as long as she stares at her, it will be useless and completely dissipate.
Pieru walked up to Lucien and sighed: "Ms. Silvia is the goddess in my heart, I can't speak when I see her, I'm in a hurry, I don't know where to put my eyes, hey, It seems that Lucien, you are more wretched and thick-skinned than me. You don't care about Ms. Sylvia's opinion at all, and you just look at her legs without turning your eyes. I really admire you, uh , Lucien, why did your complexion turn sour again?"