Throne of Magical Arcana

The copper crown tavern near noon was slightly brighter, and the light that penetrated would be dimly pierced. Compared with the early morning when Lucien came last time, there were more people inside. The bard ’s singing, speaking, and talking Mixed together, it seems noisy and noisy.

Lucien noticed that there were a lot of strangers wearing leather armor or fierce breath, and even a lot of beautiful women, who seemed to be mercenaries and adventurers.

Passing through the crowd of people hard, Lucien finally squeezed into the front of the bar.

"Hi, guest, would you like a drink?" Cohen sipped the ale and greeted him without lifting his head.

Lucian said in amusement: "Uncle Korn, it's me."

"Uh, Lucien, how did you look like this?" Cohen saw Lucien's bruised face and his beard shaking, looking a little surprised. "Wait, Jackson in the Aaron gang came to ask you in the morning. . Little fellow, you will not provoke these villains? "

Lucian didn't want to say more: "Well, things have been solved, Uncle Cohen, I want to know which scholars are teaching words?"

"You, you have enough five silver nells? Wouldn't it have robbed those villains?" Cohen was even more surprised, looking at Lucien's eyes as if looking at unknown creatures.

Lucien thought that it was indeed a robbery, but he couldn't say that, so he briefly explained a few words, and mentioned that the Joels had borrowed their own money in the end.

Cohen took a sip of the ale and praised, "Lucien, you and John are finally grown-ups. You are a man who knows blood and glory!"

"However, you and the Joel family need to be careful. Although as long as John is a knight attendant of Sir Wien, they will not dare to retaliate directly, but in private, there are always guys who like to take risks and gamble." Cohen warned Lucy again Yeah.

Lucien nodded solemnly: "We will be careful."

Cohen then took out a blank piece of paper with a strange pattern drawn like a child's scribble: "Oh, I don't know how to read, but I can always draw some marks myself."

Then he read out the names, residence, and time of learning of the scholars who were willing to teach the characters, and let Lucien choose for himself.

Lucien listened carefully, comparing one by one, and suddenly heard a familiar name: "Victor? Musician Mr. Victor?"

Cohen looked at Lucian strangely: "Yeah, do you know Mr. Victor?"

"I met last time at the Musicians Association, but didn't Mr. Victor have a concert in the hall of chanting more than three months later? Does he have time to teach writing?" Lucien wondered if Cohen was wrong. .

Cohen laughed: "It is because of this that Mr. Victor teaches writing."

"Want to hold a concert in the hall of chanting is not so easy, you need to get an invitation from the Council of Musicians Association, or His Majesty the Grand Duke and Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha. And because the hall of chanting only has one concert per week, unless it is famous Among the dozen or so musicians, the others have to wait a long time. Mr. Victor was invited six months ago. In order to prepare for this concert, he pushed off all performances, including the invitation of the Syracuse palace, so his income became very small. , It is said to be entirely supported by savings. "

Lucien understands the reason: "But since Mr. Victor attaches so much importance to the concerts in the hall of chanting, why waste time teaching the writing?" It is possible to borrow money to spend it.

"I also do n’t know. The closer I heard to the concert, the more pressure Mr. Victor had. You also know that musicians are always very sensitive. If you do n’t find something else to do, maybe Mr. Victor might be hit by this music. Go crazy! Gollum. "Cohen took a sip of ale.

Lucien thought about it. Compared to other scholars, he had seen Victor anyway, and felt that he had a good personality and demeanor: "Well, then I will study with Mr. Victor."

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The district of Gisu, named after the great musician who invented the violin, Ji Su, lives most of Aalto's musicians and musicians. It is beautiful, quiet and clean.

The trees on both sides of the street are tall and dense, and the sunlight shines through the leaves on the ground, forming bright gold spots, and the surrounding shadows form a melody of light and darkness.

Lucien walked under the tree according to the address given by Cohen. After several lapses, he finally found 12 Sineva Street, Jisu District.

Inside the turquoise wall is a small two-story building, covered with vines and vines, revealing an ancient and quiet atmosphere. If everything goes well, within the next two months, every Monday to Friday afternoon From two o'clock to four o'clock, Lucien will conduct life-changing learning here.

Lucien lightly knocked on the door, and soon a servant came and looked at Lucien's dress through the iron gate like a fence, frowning slightly: "Which one are you looking for?"

After Lucien made it clear, he still didn't believe it: "A month to learn writing is five silver narrs. Pay first and learn later. Are you ready?"

Lucien is not too concerned about this level of discrimination. Now, there is nothing more important than learning words by himself. So he took out his money bag and poured out a few silver narratives in his hands: "Of course."

This middle-aged servant looked at the silver nell in Lucien ’s palm in amazement. He could n’t believe his eyes at all. The guy in such a poor attire was able to take out five silver nards at random, like him. The servant of a musician has only ten silver nursals a month. It is good to save one silver narlus every month after removing household expenses.

He opened the door and watched Lucien alertly: "Mr. Victor is a well-known musician from Aalto, and he is very familiar with the officials of the City Hall." It seems to suspect that Lucien obtained wealth from abnormal channels.

Lucian smiled, did not answer, followed the fancy servant, walked across the courtyard, to the second floor, watched him open the brown wooden door lightly with his hands and feet, and went in to inform.

After a few minutes, the servant came out and said softly, "Follow me and come in and wait to give Yinal directly to the butler in the hall."

The hall is very wide, with low-key dark yellow carpets, amber coffee tables, brown sofas, small round tables and other furniture in the vicinity, and a long bar table in the distance, which seems to be a dining table.

Perhaps because there are many people coming to study, Victor teaches the text instead of choosing a study, but in the hall.

On the sofa, on the red wooden chairs, five men and three women were seated. They looked young, ranging from 13 to 20 years old.

On the coffee table or small round table in front of them, quill pens, papers and other items are placed, copying carefully from time to time, and more often whispering pronunciation, memorizing words or humming tunes.

Judging from their dressing, Lucien can clearly find that two of the men and a woman, although the clothes are cleaned and seem to do their best to dress up, are still ordinary in nature, while the other three men and two women, Whether the clothes are old or not, they seem to be of great value.

Lucien guessed that they were ordinary members of the noble family who could not inherit the title and most of the property, and could not stimulate the blood power. They had no extra money to hire a dedicated tutor, and they could only find scholars to learn. In Aalto, To be an elegant musician is a very good choice.

This kind of private teaching is impossible for everyone to make the same progress, so Victor in a red jacket speaks in front of this one for a while, and then whispers to the ear.

Lucian glanced around the hall and saw a neatly dressed butler in a neatly dressed black dress near the door. He had gray hair, a lot of wrinkles on his face, and he was not young, but he stood there, but his back was straight. Meticulous.

"Hello, are you Mr. Ace?" Lucian asked softly as he walked over.

The steward nodded: "Yes, I am Ace. Can I know your name and the degree of your current study?"

"It's a great honour. I'm Lucien Evans. I have never studied writing." Lucien replied in a whisper while handing five silver nells to Ace.

The butler Ace took Yinal and took a strange look at Lucien, who wore such a poor dress, and had never studied at all, obviously from a slum area, where young people generally Rude and impolite, although Lucien didn't understand any etiquette in front of him, at least, he was very polite and seemed very mature, which was contrary to his expectations.

He walked very lightly to the center of the hall, whispering something in Victor's ear, Victor turned his head to look at Lucien, then nodded at him kindly, pointing at an empty single sofa, signifying the way Sean sat there while Ace went upstairs.

At this time, the five men, three women, and eight young people who concentrated on the study in the hall only noticed the arrival of new learners. They looked up and looked curiously at Lucien beside the gate.

Black hair and black eyes, beautiful facial features, and profound appearance, it is considered to have a good appearance, but you can wear a short linen jacket, same-color trousers and ordinary heelless shoes, although clean and tidy, but can not hide the poor and poor living environment.

"This kind of poor people even want to learn writing?"

This is the first thought that rises in their hearts, their faces can't help but show strange and surprised emotions, and they never thought that the new companion would be a poor boy.

Then, the five boys and girls who may be from the noble family quickly covered their expressions with indifference, buried their heads, and continued their own studies, while the two men and one woman who seemed to be civilians kept looking at Lucien until he sat On the single sofa, there was curiosity and doubt in his eyes.

Among them, the 17- to 18-year-old ordinary boy with the same dark hair and black eyes next to Lucien moved subconsciously as if Lucien exuded an invisible odor.

Lucian did not have the sensitive heart made of glass, but because the experience seemed very mature, so she just laughed, shook her head, and put a stack of white paper and a quill pen bought exclusively by Tong Fei on the small round table in front of him. Go, quietly waiting for Victor to come over.

Five minutes later, Victor took a black hard-shell book from Ais, who was returning, walked to Lucien, put it on the small round table, and whispered, "This is "Universal Language Pronunciation and Elementary Grammar" is just right for beginners of your level. Well, turning over the first page of Chapter 1, I will teach you the pronunciation of thirty-two letters first. "