Chapter 8 Aalto
——Well, there is three watches today
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Opening the magic notes, the rows were full of unfamiliar and strange alphabets, which did not belong to one of the two types of words that Lucian knew before the time travel, and the body after the time travel, itself belonged to the poor, and it was normal that he had not learned any words.
Therefore, Lucian at present, tragically became a real illiterate, could only watch the magic notes and could not understand a single word.
Lucian smiled self-deprecatingly: "The feeling of being illiterate is really uncomfortable."
Even before reading the notes, he was worried about the threat of the church and hesitated to learn magic, but now, the huge disappointment still hit Lucian's heart, as an ideal, moral, cultured, and disciplined college student in the new era, the feeling of being illiterate is not good, especially when words are still related to extraordinary and not human power.
Without much hesitation, after just calming down for a while, Lucian made up his mind in his heart: "The most important thing at the moment is to learn the words of this world!"
Even if he does not choose to learn magic in the future, it is still a desirable way to get rid of the living conditions and status of the poor at the bottom, learn words, and acquire knowledge, especially on the premise that Lucian himself does not have strong strength, a strong physique, and does not know swordsmanship.
With his thoughts and decisions, Lucian quickly put aside his disappointment, filled his heart with a little passion for struggle, and continued to look through the magic notes to see if there were other secrets hidden on them, such as treasure maps and the like.
Looking at it, Lucian frowned slightly, because he saw a lot of familiar things on the magic notebook, such as many standard geometric shapes, some strange patterns composed of lines.
"Magic circle, or magic mark?" Lucian guessed based on the "Emblem of Truth", and then quickly flipped to the back of the magic note, and then saw rows of formulas similar to chemical equations, but in these formulas, there were no symbols, but some text: "Magic equations? Magic potion formula?"
These two similarities made Lucian have some guesses, but he couldn't understand the words, so he could only be suspicious first.
After flipping through this magic notebook, Lucian opened another one, on top of which the text was even more distorted, and the letters were similar to patterns.
"Not the same text?" Therefore, Lucian curiously opened the third book, which was painted with some patterns of plants, ores, and monsters, and seemed to be a book like a "picture book", but the text on it was the same as the second magic notebook.
"The language I can speak is likely the one on the first magic notebook." Lucian speculated on the degree of versatility of the words.
After flipping through the three magic notes and books several times, and without gaining more, Lucian lay on the bed and forced himself to sleep.
For Lucian, the desire to change his situation is so strong, starting tomorrow, he has to work hard for life every day, if he is mentally sluggish because of poor sleep, but there is no way to better meet tomorrow and seize the opportunity.
Although Benjamin's healing magic allowed Lucian's wound to heal completely, after a fierce battle, mental and physical exhaustion, still allowed Lucian to fall asleep quickly.
And inside the sewers, the witch's chamber has been completely destroyed.
At this time, a black mouse ran over from nowhere, its eyes blood-red, indifferent, and monstrous.
It circled around the ruins, squeaked twice, and then ran towards the sewer in the other direction, and after a long time, it found a hidden hole, got into it, and disappeared.
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In the early morning, the noisy voices and water sounded in the Adelaide area, breaking through the cold of the night and making Lucian feel alive and energetic.
Lucian, who usually likes to toss and turn in bed for a long time before getting up, forced himself to get out of bed as soon as he woke up, lit the stove, boiled boiling water and baked the last piece of black bread.
While eating the unpalatable bread like sawdust in pain, Lucian planned today's arrangements.
If he didn't have to think about things to be distracted, Lucian would never be able to swallow this piece of black bread when he was not hungry.
"First inquire where you can learn words, and the corresponding conditions, and you have to find a new job to do, otherwise you will have to starve to death at home before you can learn words." Lucian didn't know much about this world, so he could only make a simple plan, "It's best not to be known by people familiar with it, so as not to show your feet."
Simply cleaning his face with the water in the jug, Lucian took out the seven coins in the crate and put them on his body, although it was not much, but at least he had a little sense of security.
Locking the door, Lucian walked directly to the house where Aunt Alyssa's family lived, he had no impression of the topography of this City of Psalms, of course he had to ask someone.
"Hi, Lucian." A dark-haired girl greeted Lucian with a strong curiosity.
Lucian didn't know her at the moment, so he could only pull out a standard smile and nodded perfunctorily: "Hi, I have something to go to Aunt Alyssa's house." Then he hurriedly passed by her.
"Hi Lucian, what are ghosts like?"
"Lucian, what does it feel like to perform magic?"
"I saw a guard who lost his right hand, was it dangerous last night?"
It was only a few dozen steps away from Aunt Alyssa's house, but Lucian encountered inquiries from several neighbors, and overnight, Lucian seemed to have become a famous figure in the Adjean district.
Lucian didn't know anyone, so he could only perfunctory walk to Aunt Alyssa's house.
Before he reached the door, Lucian heard a familiar voice: "Little Evans, you got up really early today."
Lucian secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle Joel, good morning."
Joel was dressed neatly today, holding a very classical harp in his hand: "Little Evans, has you had breakfast? You are in good health, so there is no need to be in such a hurry to find something to do, your Aunt Alyssa has been calling you over for dinner."
Lucian asked Joel about the terrain, and this excuse was prepared, and when he took the initiative to mention it, he was even more relieved: "Thank you Uncle Joel, I have already eaten, and I had Master Benjamin's magical treatment yesterday, I am cured of all my illnesses and don't need to rest anymore."
Joel nodded and beckoned Lucian to walk side by side with him: "I am relieved that there is the priest's magic, wait for you to go to the Copper Crown Tavern to find the boss Cohen, he also owes me a bottle of Les wine, and he will help you introduce you to a good job."
Lucian said thank you and was about to leave, Joel thought for a while, put away his usual smiling face, and said very seriously: "Little Evans, you are seventeen years old, you are not young, you should think about your future life."
"Uncle Joel, what do you mean?" Lucian asked clearly.
Joel sighed: "If you rely on strength to do things, after the age of forty, your body will age quickly, and it will be difficult to find a job again. Uncle Joel has seen many people like this, very few live to be over forty-five, you still take advantage of your youth to learn a craft, although the apprenticeship contract is ten years, but if you learn well, you will definitely be able to live a good life in a small place in the future."
Suddenly, Lucian's eyes lit up, the wide road, the neat streets, the lively shops on both sides, and the people coming and going in colorful and different styles of clothes, long skirts, etc., and even occasionally nobles with luxurious clothes and jewelry, even the air seemed to ripple with beautiful music, and the Adjean district seemed to be two worlds.
"Thank you, Uncle Joel." Lucian could feel Joel's sincere care.
Joel paused, and then showed that kind of laughter: "Moreover, if your master only had one daughter when you were learning your craft, maybe you can go directly from an apprentice to a boss, our little Evans is very good-looking."
Being teased by Joel like this, Lucian could only smile awkwardly.
As he spoke, Joel suddenly stopped, walked to the corner of the street, put a prepared hat on the ground, and sat aside, ready to play the harp.
Is Uncle Joel a street performer? Lucian is no stranger to this method.
Joel pointed to a luxurious and gorgeous building that resembled Lucian's previous Baroque style and said with a smile: "You can see the Psalm Hall directly here, and for me, playing here feels like playing in the Psalm Hall."
Before Lucian could answer, Joel seemed to be attracted to his thoughts, pointing to the Hall of Psalms and nagging: "Since more than 400 years ago, the Church guided the Holy Helz Empire westward, occupied the last core of the ancient Sylvanas magical empire, Alto, and drove dark creatures and monsters to the vicinity and depths of the Dark Mountains, Alto has always been one of the most famous cities on the entire continent."
"And more than 300 years ago, under the crown of Pope Charles I, who was still a cardinal at the time, in Aalto, he sorted out the hymns and songbooks of the church throughout the ages, and set the norms for singing music and singing.
"Due to its proximity to the Dark Mountains, elves, dwarves, kobolds, etc. often change their beliefs and become members of the principality, and the intersection of different music makes Aalto the musical capital of the entire continent. The emergence of polyphony, the formal formation of symphonies, and the invention of instruments such as the jisu violin are all here. Great musicians have left their names in history."
"For every bard, every musician, every musician, playing their own music in the Hall of Psalm of Aalto is the greatest honor."
"Uncle Joel, although I can't enter the Psalm Hall, I'm happy to be able to play nearby."
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Saying goodbye to Joel, Lucian asked for directions while experiencing the style of Alto, there were many bards playing and singing on the streets and corners, and from time to time there would be singing and piano sounds in shops and residential houses, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in music.
As soon as he returned to the Adjang district from the other inner city gate, Lucian saw the tavern with a bronze crown painted on it at a glance.
Outside the tavern, girls and women came over from time to time, sneaking into it, and then left disappointed.
(End of this chapter)