Holding the money bag in his hand and feeling the weight, Lucien was slightly excited and surging, just like on the earth, with a salary of 1,000 yuan per month, and the house price was also at this level, he suddenly got a huge sum of more than 300,000 yuan, so even if Lucien was able to stay calm after so many things, he also had a lot of mood swings, not to mention that this money also represented Lucien's hope for a rapid improvement in self-protection in a short period of time.
"It seems that I am also half a money fan."
Lucien laughed at himself in his heart, said goodbye to Hank, and walked to the music library on the second floor, after all, he had known Pieru for more than two months, and he was barely a friend, and he still had to tell him when he left the library.
Hank looked at Lucian's mood change and forcibly kept his calm, felt that it was normal, shook his head with a smile, and muttered, "It's good to be young and talented."
"If Lucien doesn't give a damn about so many Quintalers, or doesn't change his expression like a dead man, Hank thinks he's weird.
Originally, it should have been thirty-four Quinthalers for Lucian, but according to the usual practice, Lucien didn't ask very clearly, and of course Hank wouldn't mention it himself.
In the music library, Pieru sits behind a wooden cabinet in a daze, with two newspapers spread out in front of him.
"Good morning, Pieru."
Lucien walked over and said hello.
Pieru seemed to have been awakened from a dream, and looked at the person in front of him a little confused: "Lucien" just pronounced his name, Pieru's face sank, "Maybe I should call you Mr.
Evans." ” Such an attitude was unexpected by Lucian, because after more than two months of getting along, Lucien still knew Pieru's character better, and did not think that he was a stupid or blind and arrogant person, even if there was jealousy in his heart, he would not show it obviously: "Pieru" "You guys, why do you play the piano like this, do you know how to play the harpsichord," said Pieru, gritting his teeth, his dark brown eyes looking at Lucien with disgust.
Lucien's heart moved, and he looked down at the two newspapers placed in front of Pieru.
This is exactly what has just been printed and released today, and the Symphony Herald has a review of Victor's Piano Concerto in each place.
There was no need for Lucien to look closely, the two newspapers that had been stored in the soul library when he hastily browsed them before had already turned to the corresponding articles.
The second half of both articles discuss Victor's fingering skills when playing the piano, one suggesting that the characteristics of this new instrument are commendable improvements, while the other feels that it is a betrayal of tradition and music that has gone against the classical fingering that has been developed by many great musicians and famous musicians in the past after countless performances, and that the so-called improvements are not known for their reasons.
I understood the meaning of Pieru's words, but Lucien didn't understand why he reacted so violently, isn't this kind of thing a matter for gentlemen to quarrel about "Do you understand the art of harpsichord?"
questioned Pieru again.
"Piano, harpsichord" Lucien heard this, and suddenly remembered that Pieru knew that after learning piano, he had introduced a book he had read about the art of harpsichord playing, so he carefully transferred the book out of the library of the soul, and looked carefully at the cover: "Author: Antonio Sandor" "Pieru, Mr.
Antonio Sandor is," Lucien asked with some clarity.
Pieru was stunned for a moment, then said with pride: "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 fingering is the expressiveness of the music, let time tell."
Okay, Pieru, I'm going to leave the library starting today. ” But Pieru didn't want to let Lucian go, and said in disgust: "I misread you, Lucian, you are a person who thinks you have musical talent and squanders it at will, and does not respect tradition, if you can't give up your fingering, you will only go further and further down the wrong path and lose your reputation as a genius." ” I wanted to say something, but seeing Pierru's firm and stubborn attitude, Lucien gave up and turned away directly, this kind of thing could not be convincing.
"I thought I would be friends with Pieru."
When Lucien left the music library, he sighed in his heart that not every good person he met could become his friend, but more of them were just a brief intersection and drifted apart for various reasons.
Due to the successful end of the concert yesterday, Victor announced that his future studies would return to normal Monday to Friday, and after being busy for so long, whether it was Victor, or Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus needed to relax and rest, plus today was a Sunday, and he needed to go to church for worship, so the piano room on the fourth floor was empty, so Lucian, who wanted to talk to Phyllis, could not find anyone.
"Maybe we should go to Phyllis's house in the aristocratic district in the afternoon to find her" Lucien put away the money bag, seriously considering the matter of going to Phyllis to find her, with excuses and reasons, it is normal to be in a hurry, "but how to convince her to take Quintaler, or something else" Worried about this matter, Lucien returned to the hall on the first floor and asked Elena if there were any garden villas for rent in the Gisu district.
Housing rentals are generally inquired about and handled at the city hall or adventurers' guilds, but the Jisu district is mainly inhabited by 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 the Gisu district, which belonged to an ordinary musician, because he was invited by a viscount of the ancient kingdom of Syracuse to serve as a music consultant, and entrusted the house to the association for rent, the location was relatively remote, and the rent was one quintal per year.
Lucien, who was about to go to the site to see and settle the villa, saw that it was almost ten o'clock, and decided to leave the association and go back to deal with the hidden things in the hut, and stop by in the afternoon when he went to look for Phyllis.
"Good-bye, Mr.
Evans."
Elena smiled coquettishly, and Casey bent down stiffly.
As soon as he returned to Adjean, Lucien noticed that Aunt Elisa's house was surrounded by many neighbors, talking in low voices, just as John had done last time when he had been a full-fledged knight's squire.
Because of the morning service, these poor people, who were busy from morning to night, had a rare break during the day.
Lucian's ears seemed to become sharper after his mental strength increased, and at the door of his cabin, he vaguely heard them saying words such as "Joel", "invite", and "move away", and his heart suddenly moved, and an inexplicable and bad premonition arose, so he turned around and walked outside Aunt Elisa's house.
"Hey, Roy, what are you talking about?"
Lucien asked a neighbor he knew.
This neighbor named Roy is obviously old because he has been doing hard work all year round, and he doesn't know that Lucien has become the princess's music advisor, so he smiled and said: "Lucian, Joel, he is finally lucky, before the service, he was invited by a noble lord to his territory to be a family musician, seeing that he smiled from ear to ear, he rushed to take Alisa and Evan to pack up and go, and the reward must be very rich."
"By the way, Lucien, it is said that it was because you became famous and became a musician that the noble lord thought that Joel, who had taught you music since childhood, was very talented, so he invited him to be a family musician."
Another neighbor, a middle-aged aunt named Liz, looked at Lucien with blazing eyes, "Is this true, have you really become a musician?"
"Something is wrong" Lucien smelled a strange smell and quickly asked, "Which nobleman invited Uncle Joel?"
Even if there were really aristocrats who invited Joel because they were famous and became the princess's musical advisor, they wouldn't have been in such a hurry, even if they didn't have time to inform John, who was out of town in the morning, they would definitely have to tell themselves.
It definitely didn't look like Joel's style of doing things, nor like the nobleman's purpose, and what good could he do if he didn't tell himself Aunt Liz and several other neighbors shook their heads at the same time: "How dare we ask the name of the noble lord, and by looking at the dress he wears and the attendants and servants he carries, we know that he must be a nobleman." ” The more Lucien thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, forcibly suppressed his impatience and worry, and asked calmly: "Aunt Liz, have you seen the appearance of that nobleman clearly, and did he or Uncle Joel leave me any words or notes?"
"Where do we dare to look directly at the face of the noble lord, we only know that it is a very personable old gentleman, his hair is all white, he is wearing a black dress, and he is carrying a walking stick, and his attendants are all strong men in their twenties, very powerful" Roy mainly described the entourage 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 no different from the market area, adventurers' guilds, taverns, etc., which can meet dozens or hundreds of strong men 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 back when he arrives." ” "Nothing else," Lucien asked anxiously.
"Nope."
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All the neighbors shook their heads.
Lucien took a few heavy breaths to calm himself down a little, first to find out if there were any clues, and then inform John that this group must have some purpose, and they will definitely leave a message.
The door to Elisa's house was locked, but Lucien had a spare key to their house, so he walked briskly to his cottage under the strange eyes of his neighbors.
Opening the door of the hut, Lucien immediately noticed that something was wrong, a keen feeling brought about by the strength of his soul and mental power.
"It's like someone has come in, because he didn't erase the breath and traces that belonged to him, he just let them disappear naturally and quickly."
If Lucien hadn't been an official magic apprentice, he wouldn't have noticed the anomaly.
Lucien looked closer, and there was a white letter quietly on his desk
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