Holding the money bag in his hand, feeling the weight, Lucien was a little excited and excited, just like on earth, with a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan and a house price at this level, he suddenly got a A huge sum of more than 300,000 yuan, so even though Lucien was able to keep calm after so many things tempered, he also had a lot of mood swings, not to mention that the money also represented Lucien's short-term The hope of rapid improvement of internal self-protection strength.
"It seems that I am also a half-money fan." Lucien laughed at himself, said goodbye to Hank, and walked to the music library on the second floor. After all, he has known Pierre for more than two months, and he can barely be regarded as a friend. , I still have to tell him when I leave the library.
Hank looked at Lucien's mood changes and forcibly maintained his composure, and thought it was normal to smile and shook his head, muttering, "It's nice to be young and talented." If Lucien treats so many gentlemen Hank would think he was very weird if he didn't even look at him, or if he didn't change his expression like a dead man.
Originally, it was supposed to be thirty-four gentalers for Lucien, but according to the usual practice, Lucien clearly didn't ask, and of course Hank wouldn't mention it himself.
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In the music library, Pierre sat behind the wooden cabinet in a daze, with two newspapers spread out in front of him.
"Good morning, Pierre." Lucien walked over to say hello.
Pieru seemed to be awakened from a dream, and looked at the person in front of him in a little confusion: "Lucien..." As soon as he said the name, Pieru's face darkened, "Maybe I should call you Mr. Evans."
This attitude was beyond Lucien's expectation, because after getting along with him for more than two months, Lucien still has a better understanding of Pierre's character, and he doesn't think he is a stupid or arrogant person, even if he is jealous in his heart, Nor would it be obvious: "Pierrou?"
"You guys, why do you play the piano like this? Do you know how to play the harpsichord?!" Pierre said with gritted teeth, looking at Lucien with disgust in his dark brown eyes.
Lucien's heart moved, and he lowered his head to look at the two newspapers placed in front of Pierre.
This is exactly the "Music Review" and "Symphony Guide" that were just printed and released today. There is a comment on Victor's Piano Concerto in each of the positions.
There is no need for Lucien to look carefully, the two newspapers that have been stored in the soul library when browsing briefly before have already turned to the corresponding articles.
The second half of these two articles discuss Victor's fingering skills when playing the piano. One thinks that it has brought out the characteristics of this brand new instrument and is a commendable improvement, while the other thinks that it is contrary to many great music of the past. The classic fingerings gradually formed by masters and famous musicians after countless performances are a betrayal of tradition and music. The so-called improvement does not know why it is improved.
He understands the meaning of Pieru's words, but Lucien still doesn't understand why he reacted so violently. Isn't this kind of problem that gentlemen would quarrel with
"Do you understand the art of playing the harpsichord?" Pierre asked again.
"Piano, harpsichord..." Hearing these words, Lucien suddenly remembered a book "The Art of Playing the Harpsichord" that Pierre had read after he knew he was learning the piano, so he seriously He pulled the book out of the soul library and looked at the cover carefully: "Author: Antonio Sandor?"
"Pieru, who is Mr. Antonio Sandor?" Lucien asked somewhat clearly.
Pieru froze for a moment, then said proudly: "He is my father, a great harpsichord player, and I cannot tolerate you destroying his art."
Lucien didn't want to argue with him about these things, so he pressed down with his right hand: "The evaluation criterion for good or bad fingering is the expressiveness of the music, let time prove it. Alright, Pierre, I will leave the library starting today gone."
But Pierre didn't want to let Lucien go, and said in disgust: "I misunderstood you, Lucien, you are a person who thinks you have musical talent and squanders it at will, and doesn't respect tradition, if you can't give up your playing If you play fingering, you will only go further and further down the wrong path and lose your reputation as a genius."
Originally, he wanted to say something, but seeing Piero's firm and stubborn attitude, Lucien gave up and turned around directly. This kind of thing cannot be persuaded.
"I thought we would become friends with Pierre." When Lucien left the music library, he sighed inwardly. Not every good person he meets can become his friend. drifted away for various reasons.
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Since the concert ended successfully yesterday, Victor announced that his studies would return to normal from Monday to Friday, and after working so hard for so long, both Victor, Lotte, Phyllis, and Herodotus needed to relax. Today is Sunday, and I need to go to church to worship, so the piano room on the fourth floor is empty, so Lucien, who wanted to talk to Phyllis, couldn't find anyone.
"Maybe I should go to Phyllis's home in the noble district to find her in the afternoon..." Lucien put away his purse and seriously considered the matter of coming to Phyllis. With excuses and reasons, it is normal to be more urgent, "but How to persuade her? Naquintale, or something else?"
Worrying about this matter, Lucien returned to the lobby on the first floor and asked Elena if there were any garden villas for rent in Jisu District.
House rental matters are generally inquired and handled at the city hall or the adventurer's guild, but Jisu District is mainly home to musicians, performers, and musicians, so the rental of houses in this district is coordinated by the Musicians Association.
Under Elena's diligent introduction and analysis, Lucien took a fancy to the two-story garden villa at No. 116 in Jisu District. It belonged to an ordinary musician. Consultant, and entrust the association to rent out the house, the location is relatively remote, and the rent is one gentaler per year.
Lucien, who was going to take a look at the villa and decided to settle the villa, saw that it was almost ten o'clock, so he decided to leave the association, go back and continue to deal with the hidden things in the cottage, and stop by when he was looking for Phyllis in the afternoon.
"Mr. Evans, goodbye." Elena smiled coquettishly, and Kathy bowed cautiously.
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As soon as he returned to the Aderjan area, Lucien noticed that there were many neighbors surrounded by Aunt Alisa's house, talking in a low voice just like the last time John became an official knight squire.
Because of worship in the morning, these poor people who are busy from morning to night rarely have a short daytime rest.
After Lucien's mental strength increased, his ears seemed to become more sensitive. At the door of his cabin, he vaguely heard them saying "Joel", "invite", "move away"... and other words, and his heart suddenly moved , I had an inexplicable and bad premonition, so I turned and walked outside Aunt Alisa's house.
"Hey, Roy, what are you talking about?" Lucien asked a neighbor he knew.
The neighbor named Roy, who was 30 years old because of his hard work all year round, was obviously old. He didn't know that Lucien became the princess's music consultant, so he smiled and said: "Lucien, Joel, he finally I was lucky, before the church, I was invited by a nobleman to be a house musician in his territory. Seeing him grinning from ear to ear, rushing to take Alisa and Aiwen to pack up and salute, the reward must be very generous .”
"By the way, Lucien, it is said that because you became famous and became a musician, that noble lord thought that Joel, who taught you music since childhood, was very talented, so he invited him to be a family musician." Another The neighbor, a middle-aged aunt named Liz, looked at Lucien with piercing eyes, "Is this true? Have you really become a musician?"
"Something's wrong!" Lucien smelled a strange smell, and asked quickly, "Which nobleman invited Uncle Joel?"
Even if some nobles invited Joel because they were famous and became the princess's music consultant, they would not leave in such a hurry. Even if they didn't have time to inform John who was out of town in the morning, they must tell themselves.
This is definitely not like Joel's behavior style, nor is it like the nobleman's purpose. If he doesn't tell himself, what good will it do for him to invite Joel
Aunt Liz and several other neighbors shook their heads at the same time: "How dare we ask the nobleman's name? Looking at the dress he wears and the attendants and servants he brings, we can tell that he must be a nobleman."
The more Lucien thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He suppressed his impatience and worry, and asked calmly, "Aunt Liz, have you seen the appearance of that nobleman clearly? Also, did he or Uncle Joel leave me any information?" What words or notes to write?"
"Where do we dare to look at the face of the noble lord directly? We only know that he is a very handsome old gentleman with all white hair, wearing a black suit and holding a walking stick. His attendants are all in their twenties. , very mighty and strong man..." Roy mainly described the entourage of the "nobility". It's no different if you can meet dozens or hundreds of strong men in pubs, taverns, etc. a day.
And Aunt Liz thought about it seriously: "Joel asked me to tell you and John, don't worry about him, he will ask someone to bring you news when he arrives."
"Is there anything else to say?" Lucien asked anxiously.
"No." All the neighbors shook their heads.
Lucien took a few heavy breaths to calm himself down a bit. He looked for clues first, and then notified John. This group of people must have some purpose and will definitely leave a message.
The door of Alisa's house was tightly locked, but Lucien's house had a spare key for their house, so he walked quickly to his hut under the strange eyes of the neighbors.
Opening the door of the hut, Lucien immediately noticed something was wrong. This was a keen sense brought about by a strong soul and mental power.
"It seems that someone has come in, because he didn't erase the breath and traces that belonged to him, but just let them disappear naturally and quickly."
If Lucien wasn't an official magic apprentice, he definitely wouldn't have noticed this anomaly.
Lucien took a closer look, and there was a white letter lying quietly on his desk.