The Defeated Dragon

Piano, as an instrument that requires super craftsmanship, is not known when it was invented.

Many believe that the piano originated from the Moon Empire, an empire that has disappeared for thousands of years, and that the historical truth is long gone, and that whatever it is, it can be set on the head of the Moon Empire.

Music is inseparable from the self-styled nobility.

And the most important thing about music is the piano, and a lot of nobles have learned to play the piano since they were kids, like Lester, the predecessor, who played the piano a lot.

His sister, Lee Vera, plays well on the piano, and cousin Meoper is a piano fever.

Even some small aristocrats save money by buying a piano as a pastime. Many of the noble second sons, without the hope of inheriting the title and without daring to go to war, turn to the piano to attack, practice piano playing skills and become a pianist.

When you become a pianist, you can continue to move into and out of the upper echelons of society.

It is not new that many pianists rely on charm to attract the favor of noble ladies of honor.

Famous piano performers, even in court, are valued. And none of the pianists who can create piano songs, not called masters, go anywhere noble to grab reception, and celebrities secretly send Autumn Wave.

Lister enjoyed this treatment on Elise, a song from Fort Long Yam.

The madness of the aristocracy towards the piano directly breeds a group of iron knights specializing in piano making - iron knights are courageous practitioners who build magic weapons, gemstone weapons and other equipment. They do not go to war, they do not fight, they focus on weapons, they belong to advanced blacksmiths.

And the iron knight who makes the piano, is called the piano knight.

At least it takes the Marquis family to be financially equipped to produce a piano knight capable of producing a qualified piano - every piano is equivalent to a magic weapon.

The cheapest piano costs at least ten gold coins.

So many pianists start with second-hand old pianos.

Tulip Chateau has several pianos, but the Count didn't give any of them to Lester, so much so that he crossed over, that he didn't find the "King of the Piano Lester” deep in his heart.

“Probably a free-flowing piano song at Fort Long Yam that has released the king of the piano at the bottom of my heart, so it triggers this kind of smoke mission? ”

He has adjusted his mood, and now that he has come to rest, he will neither be pleased nor grieved.

Finding a way to accomplish the task is of the utmost importance.

“How do I write to Dunico? As a friend or as a lover? Or why don't you just write it up and deal with the smoke mission? ”

Think for a moment.

He went back to the study, unfolded a thick paper, picked up the goose pen and started dipping the ink: “Dear Dunico...”

“I wonder if you've been practicing Alice lately? When I returned by boat, I sorted out the spectrum in the waves of the sea, the turbulent cabins and the noise of the waves, always undermining my grasp of the melody, and perhaps the divorced and disturbing factors included. ”

“Back in Flower Town, far from the hustle and bustle, breathing cold air in the snow, my brain finally calmed down. Though the spectrum has been sent to Fort Long Yam with the Lanelli butler and transferred to you. I'm still trying to re-play those melodies. ”

Written here, he couldn't help but pull a thick piece of paper from his desk full of notes.

He rewrote this on his return to Tulip Chamberlain, and after several plays, he finally dug the details of Elise out of his memory.

And the music that he promised to send to Meoppo and Dunico was written in a hurry during the turbulence at sea.

Not perfect.

When he left Tulip Chamberlain, he did not choose to send out a more perfect "To Alice", presumably feeling unnecessary, after all, he did not need to rely on being a pianist to add his nobility.

So this score was put on the desk and dusted.

Looking at the powerful characters on it, he seemed to recall the night's wildness. Dunnie Cosson is much more colorful than the beauty of Sea Monster Archer, but the flair of the scenery is something that naive and pure Archer doesn't have. One makes you feel blasphemy is a crime, the other makes you want to just commit a crime.

Dang dang.

The knocking sounded, the housekeeper Carter: "Sir, would you mind? ”

Returning his thoughts, Lester responded: "Come in. ”

Carter walked in with a cup of milk tea: "This is the milk tea Mrs Morson has just brewed, with a little extraordinary honey, and if you like, I'll tell Mrs Morson to continue brewing it like this. ”

“I'll try it first.” Lister picks up the cup and tastes it, which is definitely better than the previous fresh milk with honey.

These exquisite honey are scratched from the poisonous honeycomb of Black Horse Island and are 20 pounds long, non-toxic and very sweet.

Fill it with a few large irrigations and label it “Exclusive to the Master”.

And the chrysanthemums, after Mrs. Abby let the oil salt seasoning burst, were mostly eliminated by Lester —— half eaten, half loaded into the gemstone space, a few chrysanthemums chewed and beautified when she had time.

At this moment milk tea underneath the belly.

Deliciously stimulating, Lester had to sip all that was left: "Delicious, just right sweetness, Mr. Carter, help me tell Mrs Morson to spoon the cup today. ”

“Yes, sir.” Carter left with the cup.

Lister continued to bury herself at the desk, writing letters and goose pens.

“… Now that I've completed the details of Alice, I think it should appear on Miss Dunico's piano stand, which knows the most about music, accompanied by your long ten fingers as a wonderful note. ”

“I think I've heard your moving violin, haunting your ears, white as a moonlight. ”

“Regards! ”

“Yours sincerely, Lester. ”

The foil pen rested, and he picked up the thick paper and shook it, allowing the ink on it to set faster. Then I checked twice and found the wording to be acceptable, neither deliberately neglected nor enthusiastic with thick face. Only the reason for the letter was given, but no farewell was given.

When a man is impulsive, anything can be done.

But when reason existed, he knew better how to make trade-offs. He couldn't have left the flower town thing behind. He ran a thousand miles to Red Crab Island to find Dunico to shoot.

If it wasn't for the absurd content of the smoke mission, he might never contact Dunico again.

Passion is not love.

As an aristocrat, you have to let it go if you can afford it.

“I don't know what Dunico will think when he receives the letter...” Lister folds the thick leather paper and takes out an envelope to tuck it in.

On the envelope, he wrote "Dunico Fengxinzi himself” and “Leicester Tulip".

Then light the candle with a fire folder, remove the round spoon from the box where the fragrance is stored at the table, scoop a few cloves and bake on the candle fire.

Soften to liquid, pour evenly over the seal of the envelope. Nearly condensed, he took out his own personal seal, a long strip bearing the name "LIS” semi-cutter serpent. Press hard on the pine incense and leave an exclusive mark.

To do all this, he shouted from Knight Phillip: "Send it to Tulip Chamberlain in the morning, give it to Sir Livius, and let him mail it to me. ”

“as you wish, sir. ”