MTL - Throne of Magical Arcana-Chapter 18 familiar person

The copper crown tavern near noon was a little brighter, and the penetrating light would pierce dimly. Compared to the early morning when Lucien arrived, there were a lot more people inside. The bard's singing, talking, and talking Mixed together, it seemed noisy.

Balussian noticed that there were many strangers wearing leather armor or fierce atmosphere, and even some gorgeous women who seemed to be mercenaries and adventurers.

I walked through the crowd with difficulty, Lucian finally squeezed in front of the bar.

"Hi, guest, can you have a drink?" Cohn drank ale and greeted his head without raising his head.

"I am Uncle Cohn," said Balussian funnyly.

"Uh, Lucien, how did you get this way?" Cohen was a bit surprised to see Lucien's swollen face and his beard shaking, "Wait a minute, Jackson of the Aaron Gangster has come to ask you . Little guy, wouldn't you mess with these villains? "

Balusian was reluctant to say more: "Well, things have been resolved, Uncle Cohn, I want to know which scholars are teaching text?"

"You, you have enough five silver narres? Wouldn't it be robbing those villains?" Cohen was even more surprised, looking at Lucian's eyes as if he were looking at unknown creatures.

Balussian thought that it was indeed a robbery, but he couldn't say so, so he explained a few words and mentioned that it was the Joel family who lent their money to get it together.

Coon took a sip of ale and praised, "Lucien, you and John are finally grown up, men who know blood and glory!"

"However, you and the Joel family should be careful. Although they dare not retaliate directly as long as John is the Knight's attendant of Sir Wayne, privately, there are always people who like risky gambling." Cohen warned Lucy again Yeah.

Kushiro nodded solemnly: "We will be careful."

Cohn took out a blank piece of paper with a strange pattern painted like a child's scribble: "Oh, I can't read, but I can always draw some marks myself."

Then he read out the names, residences, and study times of the scholars who were willing to teach the text, and let Lucian choose.

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

Coon looked at Lucian strangely: "Yes, do you know Mr. Victor?"

"I met at the Musicians Association last time, but wasn't Mr. Victor a concert in the Chancellor Hall more than three months later? He had time to teach the text?" Lucian wondered if Cohen was mistaken. .

Cohen Haha laughed: "That's why Mr. Victor taught the text."

"It is not so easy to hold a concert in the Chancellor Hall. It requires the invitation of the Council of Musicians Association, or Her Majesty the Crown Prince, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha. And because the Chancellor Hall has only one concert a week, unless it is famous Of the dozen or so musicians waiting for a long time, Mr. Victor was invited six months ago. In preparation for the concert, he pushed out all performances, including the invitation of the ancient court of Syracuse, so his income became very small. , It is said that it is all supported by savings. "

Balussian can understand the reason: "But since Mr. Victor attaches so much importance to the concert in the Chancellor Hall, why still waste time teaching the text?" It is entirely possible to borrow money to spend it.

"I'm not sure. I heard that the closer to the concert, the more pressure Mr. Victor has, and you also know that musicians are always very sensitive. If you don't find something else to do, maybe Mr. Victor will be affected by this It's going to be crazy! Grunt. "Cohn took a sip of ale.

After thinking about it, Lucien, compared to other scholars, has met Victor himself, and thinks that he has a good personality and good manners: "Well, then I will learn from Mr. Victor."

Uh ...

Jijisu District, named after the great musician Jisu who invented the violin, lives most of Aalto's musicians and musicians, with beautiful scenery, quiet and clean.

The trees on the two sides of the street are tall and dense, and the sun shines on the ground through the leaves, forming bright golden spots, forming a melody of light and darkness with the surrounding shadows.

Kushiro walked under the tree at the address given by Cohen, and after getting lost several times, finally found No. 12 Sneva Street, Jisu District.

Inside the turquoise wall is a two-storey small building covered with blue vines, showing an old and quiet atmosphere. If all goes well, within the next two months, every Monday to Friday afternoon From two to four o'clock, Lucian will be here to learn about life-changing.

Kushiro knocked gently on the door, and soon a servant came over and looked at Lucian's dress through the iron gate like a fence, and frowned slightly: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

I waited for Lucien to make it clear, but he still didn't believe it: "Learning Chinese is five silver narres a month, pay first and then learn, are you ready?"

Balussian is not too concerned about this level of discrimination. Now, there is nothing more important than studying words by himself, so he takes out the money bag and pours a few silver narres in his hand: "Of course."

The middle-aged servant looked at the silver narr in Lucian's palm with suspicion. He couldn't believe his eyes. A guy dressed so poorly could take out five silver narres, like him. The musician's servant only has ten silver narres a month. After removing the household expenses, it is good to be able to save one silver narr per month.

打开 As he opened the door, he watched Lucien cautiously: "Mr. Victor is a well-known musician in Aalto and is familiar with officials of the City Hall." It seems suspected that Lucien obtained wealth from abnormal channels.

Balusian smiled and didn't answer, followed the fancy-dressed servant, walked through the courtyard to the second floor of the building, watched him open the brown wooden door lightly, and went in to inform.

After a few minutes of stunning, the servant came out and whispered softly, "Come in with me, and wait to give Yinal directly to the butler in the hall."

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

Maybe it's because there are so many people who come to study. The text of Victorian teaching is not in the study, but in the hall.

五 On the sofa, on the red wooden chair, there are five men and three women, looking young and young, ranging from thirteen or fourteen to early twenties.

的 The coffee table or small round table in front of them is filled with quill pens, papers and other items, from time to time, what is copied, and more often they are whispering pronunciations, recitation words or humming the tone.

From the perspective of their dress, Lucien can clearly find that although two men and one woman, the clothes are very clean, and they seem to do their best to dress up, but they are still very ordinary in nature, while the other three men and two women, Whether or not the clothes are old, they look very valuable.

Lucien guessed that they were ordinary members in the aristocratic family who could not inherit the title and most of the property, nor could they stimulate the bloodline power. They had no extra money to invite specialized tutors, and they could only find scholars to study, but in Aalto, It is a very good choice to become an elegant musician.

This kind of private teaching cannot make everyone's progress the same, so Victor, wearing a red coat, spoke in front of this person for a while, and whispered to that ear again.

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

"Hello, are you Mr. Ace?" Lucian walked softly and asked in a low voice.

Butler nodded: "Yes, I am Ace. May I know your name and the level of your current study?"

"It's a great honor. I'm Lucian Evans. I've never studied writing." Lucian whispered as he handed over five silver nars to Ace.

Steward Ace took down Yinal and gave a strange look at Lucien, wearing such poor clothes. He had never studied at all, apparently from a slum area. Young people in such places are generally Rude and rude, it is unexpected that although Lucien in front of him does not understand any etiquette, at least, he is very polite and mature, which is beyond his expectation.

He walked very lightly to the middle of the hall, and whispered in Victor's ear, Victor turned to look at Lucian, then nodded at him and pointed at an empty single sofa ~ www. novelbuddy.com ~ Signaled Lucian to sit there, while Ace went upstairs.

At this time, the five men, three women and eight young people who were concentrating on studying in the hall noticed the arrival of new learners, raised their heads, and looked curiously at Lucien beside the gate.

With dark hair and dark eyes, his facial features are beautiful and profound, and he can be considered to have a good appearance. However, he can wear linen short tops, same-colored trousers, and ordinary heeled shoes. Although clean and tidy, he cannot hide the poverty and poor living environment.

"Should such poor people also want to learn Chinese?"

This is the first thought that rises in their hearts. They can't help showing strange and surprised emotions on their faces. They never expected that their new companion would be a poor boy.

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

Among them, a 17-year-old or eighteen-year-old teenager with the same black hair and black eyes next to Lucien, subconsciously moved to the side, as if Lucien had an invisible smell.

Lucien did not have the sensitivity of glass, but because the experience seemed very mature, he just felt funny, shook his head, and put a stack of white paper and a quill specially bought by Copper Fair on the small round table in front of him. Up, quietly waiting for Victor to come over.

Five minutes later, Victor picked up a black hard-shell book from the returning Ace, walked to Lucian, placed it on the little round table, and whispered, "This is "Universal Pronunciation and Elementary Grammar" is just right for beginners of this level. Okay, turn to the first page of Chapter 1, I will teach you the pronunciation of thirty-two letters first. "