Victor is not a dull fool who only focuses on music, he feels Wolfe's hostility very clearly, his heart is angry and funny, and he didn't steal the opportunity to hold a concert in Chant Hall, but when the council selected and compared musicians before, it happened to be himself and him entering the final discussion, if anyone to blame, I'm afraid Wolf himself is better at writing reviews than composing music, forgetting his own musical pursuits.
"Of course, Wolf, I have written a new piano concerto, I am very satisfied, do you want to listen to it beforehand" Victor laughed back, his piano concerto has been registered with the musicians' association, and he is not worried about Wolfe plagiarizing after listening to it.
Wolf didn't expect Victor to sweep away the slump and decadence of several weeks, full of confidence, his face immediately turned pale, he snorted twice, and said stiffly: "Victor, I'd better keep a little curious, I hope that in three months, in the chant hall, you won't let me down."
Victor was so confident that Wolf was afraid that after listening to his piano concerto, not only would he not be able to think of harsh words to hit him, but he would not be able to eat well and sleep well for three months.
Victor spread his hands and said with a smile: "It's a pity, I would have liked you to give me some advice." ” Wolf did not want to continue on this topic, and when he looked at Lucien next to Victor and saw his old, cheap linen clothes, he raised his chin with disdain and said, "Victor, when did you meet the lowly, uneducated pauper" Although starting from Wolfe's great-grandfather, their direct family has not received a knighthood for several generations, but no matter what, Wolfe's distant relatives still have a viscount, several lords, which does not prevent him from claiming to be a member of the aristocracy, looking down on Victor as a musician from a civilian background, and always maintaining a cold and noble attitude, not to mention a poor person like Lucian, plus the hatred and hatred of Victor, seeing Lucian beside him, It was as if Wolf had seen a disgusting rat run to his dining table.
Lucien's tone of almost invective to Wolfe, except for a little anger, is all deeply funny, no matter where, as long as there is a difference between rich and poor, high and low status, some people will artificially rely on them to distinguish between "high and low", modern society is better, this strange fusion of the Renaissance and the dark Middle Ages of the different world, is completely naked and proud, want to change this discrimination, can only rely on their own strength.
Victor was from a civilian background, and he also had an indescribable disgust for Wolfe's attitude, frowning, and said very seriously: "Pay attention to your words, Wolf, this is Lucian, a young man with a lot of musical talent, who has only recently studied music with me. ” Although Victor himself does not discriminate against the poor, the atmosphere, atmosphere and education of the whole world still have a very deep influence on him, so when introducing Lucian, in order not to let him be discriminated against, coupled with his own disgust with Wolfe, Victor couldn't help but brag about it, even now, he himself does not know whether Lucian will be born with a lack of musicality.
"Hahaha, he, hahahaha, he has a talent for music, a lowly poor man who has never been trained and educated in music, he will have a talent for musicViktor, I see that your brain has become abnormal in order to prepare for the concert."
Wolfe seemed to have heard some very funny joke, laughed so badly that he leaned forward and leaned back, and the aggrieved feeling he had just now completely disappeared, laughing loudly at Victor and Lucian.
Victor didn't expect his kind bragging to cause such a big reaction from Wolfe, while lamenting that he could not understand Wolfe, he could only continue to hold on: "Aalto is the city of chants, the capital of music, everyone here is favored by the Lord and influenced by music, even if it is poor, there are many excellent bards, and some people's musical talent is a gift from the Lord, born with it, and the acquired edification and education are only to wipe away the dust that obscures the light of the gems, Let it bloom in its original glory, won't it?"
Wolf shook his head with a smile and pointed at Lucian: "Such a musical genius does exist, but since he has received the gift of the Lord, the power of the bloodline divine grace should be easily stimulated, so Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha is, His Excellency the Count Verdi is, and your student, what is your name, well, Lucian, definitely not, if he can become an excellent musician, I will publicly apologize to you and him in the music review, and never hold concerts again." ” Smug, Wolf quickly made a sure guess, but he was also cautious, and deliberately added the word excellent in front of the musician, anyway, when the time comes, as long as it is not recognized as excellent, even if Victor uses this sentence to find himself, he can deny it.
According to the information that Lucien knows these days, Princess Natasha is the only bloodline of the Grand Duke of Vaorit, and she is the Countess of Violet, and this title is a title that every Grand Duke must inherit before succeeding to the throne, because the Vaorit family is the Violet family.
Her musical talent is very good, she is good at violin, flute, harpsichord, if it weren't for her identity, I'm afraid she would have become an excellent musician, of course, as a knight, Natasha is also an outstanding fifth-level knight, only twenty-five years old, not far from the rank of heavenly knight.
Count Verdi is also a member of the Violet family, the nephew of the Grand Duke, who has written several excellent pieces of music, and is currently not in his own domain, but in Aalto as the highest commander of the city guard, and has just become a fifth-rank Grand Knight.
After saying that, Wolf didn't look at Victor and smiled and walked towards the staircase.
Victor shook his head in disgust, and said to Lucien: "Don't pay attention to this narrow-minded, snarky, vulgar guy, just do your own studies with peace of mind, you go to deal with other things in the afternoon, and officially come to Elena tomorrow morning and ask her to take you to the library, well, take a day off every week in the future, whether it is Saturday or Sunday, it depends on how you discuss it with your companion who manages the library together, okay, I'll go to the concert hall." ” Seeing Victor leave, Lucien turned his head and handed the contract to Elena: "I'm going to trouble you tomorrow, Elena." ” Elena smiled, and there was a shallow vortex on her left, "This is my job, Lucien."
By the way, don't pay attention to Mr.
Wolff, in the association, most people don't like him, except for the directors, well, the directors with knighthoods. ” "Hehe, Mr.
Wolf, who always looks at us with his chin down haughtily, would look humbly and respectfully at the chins of several directors," Lucien humorously sarcastically remarked, according to Elena's words, causing Elena to chuckle.
After a few words of laughter with Elena, Lucien was busy going back to explore the sewer entrance, so he took his leave.
Lucien took a few steps, and Lucien suddenly heard Elena's shout, and looked back at her suspiciously.
Elena clenched her right hand into a small fist and waved: "Lucian, I believe in you, even if you can't become a musician, you have to become an excellent musician, and then see what Mr.
Wolfe's expression is" Before joining the Musicians' Guild, Elena's life was between a poor and a commoner, so she was very dissatisfied with Wolfe's tone just now.
Lucien waved his fist at her, and said perfunctorily: "Definitely" At nine o'clock in the evening, except for a few drunkards, there are no human figures in the Adjan district, and the occasional low barking of wild dogs sounded in the silence of the night, for the poor people of this world, they have always gone to bed early and got up early, and there is no colorful nightlife at night, and they also need to get up early in the morning to be busy for the day's livelihood.
At dinner, after telling Uncle Joel and Aunt Alyssa the good news that he had been helped by Mr.
Victor to find a very good job, Lucien went back to his hut under the pretext of studying, meditating and waiting for the interpretation of the magic that he was going to learn.
Quietly flashed out of the hut, closed the wooden door gently, Lucien walked very lightly towards the entrance of a remote sewer that had been explored in the afternoon, and when he analyzed the four magic arrays, he could use magic materials to arrange and use some weakened and auxiliary versions of formal magic, such as "micro-effect fossils into mud", which is to open a secret passage in his own house to the sewer, and build a magic laboratory in the sewer with useful magic, and then there is no need to go in and out to arouse suspicion.
After patiently observing that no one was around, Lucien cautiously entered the sewer entrance.
This time, the foul smell and the slippery, dirty environment around him, although still uncomfortable and uncomfortable for Lucien, could not stop his enthusiasm for learning magic, weaving through the sewers, looking for remote corners, and marking rough sewer maps in the soul library.
And in the process, Lucien also scraped off a lot of the moss that glowed faintly on the wall and put it in his left pants pocket, because this moss is called "fluorescent moss", which is an apprentice-level informal magic "forbidden light" casting material.
While searching, Lucien felt strange that he still hadn't met the beggar who lived in the sewers that Correa had said, and there was silence all around, except for Lucian's own slight footsteps, which felt very creepy.
Soon, Lucien found a suitable place for magic experiments, it was a three-way road, the front was a dozen steps away from the boulder, and the left led to a deeper place, as long as the position was good, it was easy to see if there was anyone approaching on the left and behind.
Pinching out a ball of sulfur powder from the right pocket of his linen tunic, Lucien sighed a little, if he can't become a full-fledged magician, it's very troublesome just to carry the spell casting materials with him, he only has four kinds of them, and he can also put them in four pockets, and those dozens or hundreds of kinds of them may have to use special magic robes with rows of small pockets in the belt.
Recalling the analytic spell structure and the magic construction process he understood, Lucien stretched out his right hand, and with a pinch of his fingers, the fine sulfur powder slowly slipped from his hand, and his mouth made a strange, awkward sound, and the expression on his face was serious and gloomy under the fluorescent reflection
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