Throne of Magical Arcana

There was a large pile of garbage that was not suitable for being thrown into the sewer. Lucian went back and forth seven or eight times, making it dirty and almost moved them to a four-wheeled cart.

In fact, every morning, the hard labor employed by the church collects the garbage in the city and transports it outside the city to avoid the city ’s dirty and disease infection, but the musicians association does not want to wait until the next morning. Beautiful.

Holding the last pile of garbage, Lucian entered the hall carefully, without making any noise, and walked towards the gate around the edge of the rotunda.

"Wolf, damn, can't you let me watch the music quietly for a while?" The mellow but sharpened voice suddenly sounded, and a figure in a red jacket hurried down the stairs, he As he walked down, he turned back and cursed, just hitting Lucien who could not dodge.

With a clatter, something was falling on the rug that Lucien was holding. Even if the rug was thick and soft, it still couldn't stop it from making a slightly dull sound.

The figure in the red jacket shook a few times before standing firm. It was the musician Victor who went up before.

Victor took a deep breath, then stooped to pick up the broken oil lamp and handed it to Lucian, who was still hurriedly holding the other garbage in his hand: "Sorry."

The stairs went down again. A middle-aged brown-haired man in a dark blue long coat with a pronounced forward-curved chin: "Victor, the association is not for you alone, I have the right to be me If you want to do something, go back to your home if you want. "

He gestured to strengthen his tone, with a smile on his face that could not be concealed: "It ’s only been more than three months since your first symphony in the hall of chanting. Your tension and sensitivity, I understand, but you do n’t Even the music is not ready yet? I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and even plan to write an article for you in the "Music Review" after listening to it. "

"Damn, you have the ability to hold a concert of your own in the hall of chanting." Victor cursed in a low voice and turned to leave the hall.

Wolfe's face became very poor, and he whispered and returned to the upstairs: "Without you, more than three months later ..."

Seeing that the quarrel stopped, Lucien continued to walk out of the door holding the garbage. Suddenly, she swept her eyes and saw the oil lamp without glass on the top, and saw that the beautiful carved patterns were worn out a lot. The lamp holder moved slightly: "This seems to be metal?"

With this in mind, after Lucien put the last pile of garbage on a four-wheeled cart, he reached out and touched the lamp holder and found that it was indeed a metal product, which seemed to be copper, but it was better than Lucien's life. The used copper is harder and more flexible: "Elements similar to copper? Although there are not many metals in this lamp holder, if you sell it to a blacksmith, you should still be able to sell a few copper fairs."

"Money?" As a real poor egg, Lucien now thinks whether it is valuable or not, and the idea is opened. "Maybe there is some good stuff in this garbage? For example, the waste paper I saw just now, Bad feather pen, etc. "

Lucien is like discovering a "treasure", and her heart is full of surprises. Although it is so insignificant for the rich, it is the first light on Lucien's struggle to change his life. Being able to save enough five silver nars, you can master the text within a month. No matter if you learn magic or not, you can understand the state of this world if you understand the text, and you have all the knowledge and experience of another world. You have a book The books in the library can find another and better way to make money.

Excited, hesitant, and yearning for a better future, Lucien was full of energy, pushing the four-wheeler and walking outside the city, but at the same time there were also worries in my heart, finding out what can be used and sold from the garbage dump, There is no technical content, only normal people can reject the dirty objects and fists.

"As long as the gang doesn't intervene here, I can cope with other scattered beggars." After fighting with Gary and Correa in the sewer chambers, the red-eyed mouse, Lucian is still a little confident in his strength, although not as good Adults who have exercised for a long time, but when fighting, not being panic, calm, accurate and ruthless is also an important factor in winning.

Not far from the Musicians Association, Lucian suddenly saw a young man with silver hair, walking leisurely towards the Musicians Association: "Rhein, what does he do to the Musicians Association?"

After arguing that the bards such as Rhein were longing for the musicians' association, Lucien quickly left the matter behind.

In the city gate area, Andre had a little impression of Lucien. After seeing the garbage of a car, he immediately understood what task he had taken, so he smiled at him without getting entangled, and let Lucien pass by The gatekeeper's carelessness looked out of the gate.

"I didn't send someone to follow me. Didn't the gang really intervene." Lucien thought strangely and excitedly.

However, Lucien did not relax because of this. After going out of the city gate and walking for more than 20 minutes towards the lower reaches of the Belém River, he saw the surroundings became secluded, so he pushed the four-wheeled vehicle into the grass on the roadside. Rummaging through the trash of this car for something that might sell money.

A broken oil lamp, several pieces of rusty metal fragments, eight broken quill pens, a lot of waste paper crumpled into balls, and so on.

Lucien turned to the end, and pulled out a square, hazy, transparent black gauze, which had a faint scent and a clear hole on it, like it was hooked somewhere: "It looks like a veil, maybe it is Which female musician. "

Looking at this veil, rubbing its texture, Lucien had no fancy association at all, only judged that it was worthless: "It should be a good black veil, but what can it be used for? Well, it can be sold For the tailor, cut this black yarn into small ornaments, lace, etc. for skirts, coats, etc. "

Wrapped these things in a few pieces of waste paper and hid them nearby, before Lucien continued to push the four-wheeler towards the dumping ground in the lower Belem River.

In less than ten minutes, Lucian reached the Belem River and saw the piles of hill-like garbage, but Lucien was surprised that the garbage was not as much as he had imagined, and the place where the garbage was stacked was as clear as green There is still a certain distance between the river of gemstones and it cannot be washed away by the river: "Is it concentrated to deal with divine art?"

The surroundings were very quiet. Lucian didn't see half of the figure, only the stink came: "Nobody else is here to find something valuable in the trash? Is it because he is afraid of the plague, or is he not used to it?"

Regardless of the reason, seeing these piles of stinky garbage, Lucien is like seeing a pile of money, after disposing of his garbage, he can't help walking around here, completely ignoring the smell, Compared to the plague that has not yet been traced, the empty wallet can let Lucien take some risks. Besides, this world still has magic and magic to heal.

Of course, Lucien was also afraid of what disease was transmitted. When rummaging through the rubbish, he held his hands with waste paper and was very careful.

As an organization of an upper society, the Musicians Association naturally has more valuable things in its garbage than others, but Lucien still finds a lot of things that can sell some money here.

Taking into account the need to pass through the city gate, fearing to cause suspicion from others, plus for the first time, Lucien was a little upset, so he just took a rotten bag and transferred the rest to a hidden place nearby. Get up, then push the four-wheeler back to the original road, then put the first oil lamp wrapped in paper in a cloth bag, stack it on the four-wheeler, and try to smooth it out so that it looks like it is spread on the four-wheeler Avoid getting dirty on the car.

And the veil can be hidden in the body, of course Lucien put it in his pocket.

While crossing the gate, the guard soldiers still just glanced at random, and waved Lucien in.

Pushing the four wheels to Andrea and Mag, seeing them hurriedly covering their noses, Lucien snickered: "I am Lucien, and I will pay for the Musicians Association. of."

Mag stood out and poured out Tong Feier while cursing: "Damn, take your money and roll quickly, take this dirty, stinky cart!"

Andre stood farther, with a habitual smile on his face: "It seems that this is the first time you have sent garbage to the Belem River, and it took so much time to go back and forth. Hey, if it is dark, it is not The question of whether you can enter the city, where there are water ghosts late at night. "

"The church didn't wipe out all the water ghosts ?!" Of course, Lucian would not ask the exit. With doubts and luck that did not cause Andre and Mag to doubt, he quickly left the gate area and will The four-wheeler was given back to its owner.

On this trip, Lucien earned five copper fairs, but for Lucien, the things in his body and the bag are the key to whether he can raise five silver narrs as soon as possible.

After returning to his home in Adjean district, Lucien hid other things and took the veil to the market district impatiently.

Because I don't know if the yarn of this texture can be washed, Lucien simply doesn't do any treatment. Anyway, I have been very careful not to make it dirty

When he was at the door of a tailor shop, Lucian was a little hesitant, worried about being scolded by others, and worried about being expelled. Give up without marketing talent.

"Worried about this, I'm actually afraid of losing face. What's the problem with my current situation? Isn't face loss turning brown bread into white bread, letting me eat steak, cod, and drink wine? Let me learn Text? "

Lucien experienced a lot after crossing, even at the edge of life and death. At this time, he only hesitated a little and made up his mind to take the face down and put it in his pocket. Then he entered the tailor without any hesitation. Shop.

The shop was an old man with gray hair wearing glasses. When Lucien came in, he asked in doubt: "What's the matter?" Lucien's clothes were not able to enter this kind of fairly high-end tailor shop. People.

Lucian smiled warmly: "Old man, do you need black yarn? I have a good piece here ..."

Before the words were finished, the gray-haired old man interrupted Lucien's words: "What good black yarn can you have, go out quickly, damn liar."

He cursed as he walked out of the counter and pushed Lucien, not giving Lucien the opportunity to bring out the black yarn: "Even if it was, it was stolen. Old Huo, I am a serious tailor. Buy from Lauch. "

After being launched into the shop, Lucian looked helplessly at the next one and decided to change the way.