In March, the weather began to break free from the cold, and the number of caravans, vehicles, and travelers to Aalto began to increase again.
In the last week of March, as if people from all the surrounding countries had come to Aalto, the big city in the western part of the continent became crowded and enthusiastic, because in a few days, the "Aalto Music Festival", a triennial continental music festival, would be held, and countless musicians, musicians, bards, and music-loving aristocrats and businessmen would rush to Aalto one after another.
Coupled with the fact that it was originally the last major city before adventurers and mercenaries entered the Dark Mountains, Aalto burst into unprecedented vitality and vitality during this time.
Even in the afternoon, the city gate of Nolan District was still congested, and Lilith, a delicate girl with pink hair, reluctantly pulled her brother Sara into the city slowly with the crowd.
"Brother, where are you looking, walking," Lilith whispered to Sara through gritted teeth, but she was not so loudly out of her mind, as if she was afraid of attracting attention.
Sixteen-year-old Lilith is lively and beautiful, but she always seems to hide a faint melancholy temperament, which makes her charm many boys in her hometown town, and even the son of a minor nobleman wants to give up his title for her and not marry a nobleman of the same blood.
Sara stretched her neck hard, with an excited expression on her face: "Lilith, look, what a delicate and beautiful appearance that is the moon elf, those ears really shake by themselves like the legend, so cute" He pointed to his sister as he pointed to a few beautiful elf girls who had entered the city not far away.
Lilith sparked curiosity and struggled to look over her feet on tiptoe.
The silver moon-like skin, delicate and beautiful faces, the neck contains several beautiful "divine lines" like deep secrets, and the finger-length, slightly swaying pointed ears all make these moon elves exude a strange charm.
"It's not much prettier than me."
Lilith touched the ground on her heels and muttered slightly, and then she screwed Sara fiercely, "Brother, put away your pervert heart and pay attention to your actions, this is Alto, the city that the gods are concerned about" When the words "God is concerned" were spoken, Lilith subconsciously lowered her voice and watched the crowd around her with caution and vigilance.
Sarah, who has pink hair, is four or five points similar to her sister, and looks slightly feminine, he regretfully retracts his gaze, and when he sees that he has entered the city, he hurriedly pulls his sister to a remote corner: "Lilith, relax, do you think you are so low-key and nervous, or am I so enthusiastic and relaxed, it is easier to arouse the suspicion of the church" "But we're apprentices to magic, after all."
Lilith looked left and right, the words of the magic apprentice muttering muttered in her mouth.
Sara spread her hands: "So what, Aalto, no one knows.
We'll ask the scholar a few questions and then leave. ” "Aren't you going to the Aalto Festival, brother?"
said Lilith, looking disappointed.
Sara shook her head at the majesty of her brother, "It depends on the results of the interpretation, if time is short, we must leave immediately."
Lilith, we will still be able to participate in the festival in three years, and whether we can become official magicians, maybe there is only one chance in this life to not be surnamed, we will be mysterious and powerful magicians. ” The word magician, Sara, is simply expressed in lip shapes.
"I understand that the Aalto Festival happens every three years."
Growing up in a depressing, terrifying life where she could be caught and killed by the church at any moment, Lilith knew that she had no qualifications or rights to be a human name, "We will be noble and mysterious magicians. ” In the Bronze Crown Tavern, adventurers and mercenaries talk and laugh loudly, and from time to time they expletively use foul language, and occasionally two people who have taken a fancy to each other will meet to go to the corner of the back door of the tavern, the guest room on the second floor, etc., to solve physical or financial problems.
Lilith grew up in a small town, and although there were many hooligans in the tavern, how could the people here be vicious and unscrupulous, and after struggling to avoid a pair of ill-intentioned hands, she finally squeezed in front of the bar with her brother Sarah.
"Hey, you two don't have a drink" Dwarf Korn, as usual, was already drunk himself.
Resisting the urge to use her magic to kill all the damned men behind her, Lilith nodded to Cohen, knowing the tavern rules, "Give us two glasses of ale." ” Korn cheered, "Hiccup, the dwarf Korn likes a bold little girl like you the most, and I will personally treat you to another glass of ale." ” Three glasses of bubbling oatmeal wine were quickly placed in front of Sara and Lilith.
After paying the copper, Sara took a sip of her glass: "Very good ale." ” "Of course, Dwarf Korn doesn't sell wine that he doesn't like."
's misty eyes flashed with a brief moment of lucidity, "Is there something wrong with you?"
"Uncle Dwarf, we are from a small town near Aalto, and some time ago, by chance, we got a document belonging to ancient times, and we want to find a scholar to interpret the contents."
Lilith vaguely said what her brother and sister were talking about, "Can you introduce us to a few scholars?"
Korn burped, "Ancient texts, whether they were written in the Magic Empire script or the lingua franca, or Elven, Dwarven, Dragon, Abyssal, or Hell languages" "The manuscript we have is not an original document, it has been translated into the lingua franca."
Sara and her sister looked at each other and nodded slightly, "But since there is no literature before and after, we can't read this manuscript at all, so we want to find a scholar to interpret it." ” Korn laughed: "I'm afraid this document involves a treasure" After being the owner of the Adventurer's Tavern for so many years, he has seen a lot of similar things, some people have become rich and bought manors, and some have disappeared forever.
"We don't know either, because we can't read it."
Lilith hides the key points, trying to squeeze out an honest smile.
Cohen poured himself a sip of ale: "I've survived this day because I never ask for a guest's secret."
If you want to find a scholar to interpret your documents, it can only be a historian, and Aalto's famous historians are Baker and Alfonso."
"Which one do you think is the best," Lilith asked cautiously, "or which one is the best" Korn exaggeratedly shook his long braided golden beard: "Not one suits, because they are all nobles, only nobles and priests are proficient in ancient languages, can read historical documents, and know many secret things."
When your manuscript is brought to them, there is a good chance that something will be noticed. ” "Is there really no suitable scholar" Lilith and Sara were disappointed, but admitted that Cohen was right, holding such an ancient document in front of the nobles, it is indeed easy to be suspicious, and once suspected, in the face of powerful church and aristocratic officials, their brothers and sisters without background are afraid that they will be forcibly arrested and interrogated, "There are no historians from non-aristocratic backgrounds" Such historians do not have access to many secret documents, and are not very wary of magicians and cultists.
Cohen shook his head again: "It's not a nobleman, it's impossible to become a historian."
Wait," he suddenly remembered, "I know a scholar from a poor background, and he is also a historian. ” "Which gentleman?"
asked Lilith expectantly, Sara with the same expression.
Korn triumphantly said, "This scholar is Lucian Evans, a gifted musician and historian. ” "Mr.
Evans who wrote the piano piece dedicated to the first movement of the Serenade in Silvia G major" Lilith's mouth was open in a circle, and the expression on her face was very complicated, with surprise, fanaticism, surprise, and disbelief, "he is also a historian" Sarah's expression was not much better than that of her sister.
Korn drank the glass of wine, "You don't believe that Lucien was a very smart and talented young man who I grew up watching.
Hiccup, anyway, I've heard from the Musicians' Guild that many musicians come to Lucien for historical advice when composing music and operas, and call him a historian, as if because in order to create a new work, with the consent of Her Royal Highness the Princess, he read all the non-hidden historical documents in the Latassia Palace, and Her Royal Highness even asked the scholar Mr.
Baker to help him translate ancient books and documents. ” "But even so, Mr.
Evans has only been studying history for five or six months."
Sara still wasn't convinced.
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Cohen was dissatisfied: "Hmph, Her Royal Highness the Princess and Mr.
Baker both praise Lucien for his excellent talent for organizing and induction, his unique ideas about history, and his strong memory, he can become a qualified historian in five or six months."
Genius doesn't need a reason" Famous from Lucian, Victor's words became a household name in Aalto.
"If there are no other suitable scholars, we may be able to go to Mr.
Evans."
Lilith looked at her brother cautiously and expectantly.
Korn saw her expression: "Little girl, you really want to see Lucien" "Of course, I love Mr.
Evans' music very, very much, especially to Sylvia, which shows us pure and beautiful music with simple melodies."
Lilith became excited, "I wanted to attend the Aalto Festival just to meet Mr.
Evans and hear him play. ” "Uncle Dwarf, you have watched Mr.
Evans grow up, can you tell me if he is elegant and handsome," Lilith asked expectantly and shyly.
Korn laughed, "Of course, Lucien is a handsome young man. ” Lilith looked at her brother with a satisfactory answer, and Sarah's heart softened with the expectant look in his eyes, and it was true that he couldn't find any other suitable scholar, so he nodded and said, "We'll go to Mr.
Evans later." ” "You'll have to wait until tomorrow, because Lucien is preparing for the festival, and he is living in the Bronce Manor on the outskirts of him, and it's almost time for the gates to close."
Korn reminded them.
"Brons" means quiet in the lingua franca.
Lilith pulled up her brother's sleeve and walked out, "Go now." ” "What if you can't get into the city at night," Sara wondered.
"Just in the hands of Mr.
Evans' estate." “” By the time Lilith and Sara arrived at the "Bruns" manor, it was already dark, and the main house of the manor was like a monster lurking in the darkness at night and against the backdrop of the dark forest.
"How can this manor have an eerie feeling," Lilith shivered subconsciously.
Sara felt the same way, but he forced a smile, "It's always like this at night. ” After telling the guards guarding the gates of the manor what they were trying to do, Lilith and Sara were soon greeted by their butler, Mr.
López.
"The master told me to take you to the living room."
López was the original steward of the estate, in his fifties, solemn and calm, and Lucien did not remove him because he would leave at any time.
It was dark, but it was not yet time for dinner, and the main room was not yet lit, making it even more gloomy.
After sitting on the sofa in the living room and waiting patiently for a few minutes, Lilith and Sara saw a young man in a black coat and white shirt walking down the stairs.
To be continued: