Chapter 9 Difficult Beginning (Second Update)
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Lucian looked at this strange scene in front of the tavern with amusement, and walked to the door with doubts, the morning was the most deserted time in the tavern.
At the door of the tavern, a slender girl was secretly looking inside, her long pale golden hair swaying slightly as her head turned from side to side, and when she turned her head with a sigh, she was startled: "Lucian?"
Another person who knows me but I don't? Lucian was already very accustomed to this situation, and said with a smile: "Arriving at the tavern so early?"
The girl's wheat-colored skin turned red all of a sudden: "I just heard that a new bard has come to the Coppercrown Tavern, and I was curious, thinking of coming over to take a look before helping my mother do things.
Seeing the girl leave in a hurry, Lucian let out a soft ahh, it seemed that the bard's appearance or singing voice was extraordinary.
However, this had nothing to do with Lucian himself, so he gently pushed open the half-closed tavern door and walked in.
The dimly lit space, the strong smell of alcohol, the crackling wooden floor, and the cluttered tables and chairs, this is Lucian's first impression of the Coppercrown Tavern.
Lucian got used to it for a while before he could see where the bar was.
There were several hangover men here in the tavern, who were woken up by the sound of Lucian stepping on the floor, and after cursing a few words in a daze, they lay down on the table and continued to sleep.
There was only a man in his thirties with a hooked nose, wearing a black tight long coat, sitting quietly on a chair by the bar, slowly drinking a glass of amber wine, giving Lucian a gloomy feeling.
Regarding Lucian's arrival, the gloomy man only glanced at it and continued to taste the wine in his glass.
Lucian looked around and soon saw a sleeping dwarf behind the bar, he was sitting on a high one-legged stool, his head leaning against the bar, his purr was loud, and the saliva that flowed out wet a lot of his long golden beard tied into a bow.
Seeing that there was no external force, the dwarf didn't seem to wake up for a long time, so Lucian had to bend his fingers and bang on the bar.
Amid the vague scolding of the drunken men behind him, the old dwarf swayed, slowly raised his head, and said with hazy eyes: "Hi, Lucian, you have finally grown up and finally understand the meaning of wine in life, come, have a drink, toast to our new guest!"
"Uncle Koen, it's dawn." Lucian considered the title.
Coen rubbed his eyes and looked at the dim light around him: "I'm not drunk, don't try to lie to me, it's obviously night, what a beautiful night."
After a meaningless conversation, Coen finally woke up completely: "Lucian, there are not many things that are suitable for you, and there is no long-term job for the time being, other things, one is at nine o'clock in the morning, the Gucci shop in the market area needs to go from a warehouse-like batch of goods to the city gate area, there is a lack of manpower, three copper fells, but you also know that this kind of thing is controlled by the Aaron gang, and in the end you need to pay them a copper fell, and the rest can only buy the worst black bread."
"One more thing, the Musicians Association is doing a big cleaning today, there is a lot of garbage that needs to be sent to the Belen River outside the city, you rent a four-wheeled cart, after one o'clock in the afternoon, get rid of the money to rent the cart, you can earn eight copper fairs back and forth, very good, of course, you need to give Aaron the gang three copper fairs.
"After one o'clock in the afternoon, there are a few similar things, but unless you are a knight, you can't rush back from outside the city."
Lucian nodded, the Musicians Association was the best job, and at the same time speculated in his heart: "These seven coins on me should be copper fells."
"Uncle Cohen, is there anything else that pays more?" Lucian asked curiously.
Coen laughed: "Hahaha, of course there is, but none of them are suitable for you, it requires a real man to fight with his life and strength, Lucian, you are still a child who doesn't dare to drink ale."
Then he pointed to the open space in the center of the tavern and became a little serious: "The Dark Mountains are the biggest treasures, three, five, six, seven a year, forget it, I really can't count, in short, many, many mercenaries and adventurers have entered the Dark Mountains, but in the end, only a very small part of them can come out......" Cohen burped, "Of course, they all got rich."
"Don't underestimate these mercenaries and adventurers, there are many real knights among them, even great knights." A soft and magnetic voice sounded behind Lucian, and the end of each sentence was strangely raised, presenting a peculiar rhythmic beauty, giving people a sense of seduction and elegance.
Lucian hurriedly turned his head and saw a silver-haired man walking out of the tavern, skinny pants, a red jacket, a high-collared black jacket, obviously a very formal outfit, worn on him, but it seemed to be very lazy and casual, his facial features were deep and delicate, silver pupils, a firm nose bridge, thin lips, and a silver soft hair, strange and handsome.
The young man walked over slowly, holding a harp similar to Joel's in his hand.
"He's the new bard?" Lucian guessed in his heart, and then asked suspiciously: "The knights are all real nobles, why do they still venture to the Dark Mountains to find wealth?"
Cohen greeted: "Hi, Rhine, why don't you have a drink?"
"I only drink at night." Rhine smiled and sat down next to the bar, "In many countries in the east, there has been no war in two or three hundred years, and the need for knights is not so urgent, after all, canonizing a knight needs to be given manors and land, so there, even if the blood power is stimulated, the commoners will at most get knighthood, but they cannot become real nobles, some of them go to other countries and become knights of other countries, and some go to the Duchy of Waorit, which is closest to heretics, heretics, dark creatures, monsters, etc., to establish meritorious deeds, to find wealth."
"In addition, there are many poor knights who have gone bankrupt, knights who have escaped from crime, noble knights who follow family mottos and patrol the mainland, and dark knights who have inspired the power of the bloodline, but because of their dark nature, they are not recognized by the church and even hunted down."
Cohen muttered a few words, a little unhappy that Rhein did not drink with him: "Lucian, this is the new bard Rhein, Rhein? Karun Erdia, who wandered and was well-informed, had just escaped the enthusiasm of the Trian noblewomen and came from the kingdom of Syracuse."
"Syracuse Kingdom?" Lucian smiled and nodded to Rhine, the Dark Mountains are so dangerous, even many real knights have died in them, so Lucian temporarily gave up the idea of taking risks to seek wealth, no matter when, a clear understanding of one's own strength is very important.
Cohen laughed, his long golden beard swayed violently, and his wrinkled dwarf face said in an ambiguous way that all men understood: "Yes, it is the passionate, unrestrained, and love kingdom of Syracuse."
When a drunk appeared in Rhine, he woke up, stumbled to the bar, burped, and asked with yearning and envy: "Rhine, are the ladies and ladies of Tria as beautiful as the legend, yes, so enthusiastic?"
With a faint smile, Rhein said in his own unique, elegant, and rhythmic tone: "Well, they have eyes as bright as the morning star, long hair as smooth as silk, lips as delicate as roses, skin as tender as milk, and their bodies are sprinkled with perfume full of charm.
The drunkard asked expectantly: "Then you went? What does it taste like?" His breathing became rapid.
Lucian is no stranger to such scenes, a bunch of men gather together, always discussing women, listening with interest, while thinking about how to ask Cohen about learning words.
Rhein's expression did not change, and he still replied with a faint smile: "I told them, I don't like dirty things that have been used, I only love beautiful, pure, clean life, whether male or female, they are the most delicious things in the world."
"Pfft, Rhine, you really know how to brag, will the ladies and ladies accept such an insult?"
"Haha, if you really say that to the ladies of the court, I'm afraid you've already been thrown into the famous prison of Tria, hiccup."
"Those noble ladies, many of them have knightly strength, if you dare to answer like this, you will be directly torn to pieces."
Rhine didn't care about Cohen and the drunken man's laughter, and shrugged his shoulders slightly: "So, I fled from the Syracuse Kingdom to Aalto."
Cohen laughed and banged on the bar, waking up all the drunks, and shouted loudly in the midst of the scolding: "Thank you Rhein for the good story, so that we can welcome the new day happily, cheers!"
These three or four drunks were very sensitive to "cheers", and immediately giggled and stumbled over, took the ale from Cohen's hand, and held it high:
"Cheers to the braggart Rhine!"
After the fuss, Coen saw that Lucian was still there, and asked in surprise: "Lucian, do you have anything else?"
Lucian organized the language and said carefully: "Uncle Cohen, after the past few days, I have a little new idea, I want to learn words."
"Yo, learn words? Is our little Lucian also infected by the Rhine and starting to brag?"
"Words, oh, that is a lofty and extraordinary ideal!"
"Lucian, leave them alone, men have no dreams, hiccups, it's better to die!"
Cohen laughed for a while, then looked at Lucian: "Do you really want to learn words? You don't have any foundation, if you want to learn the text initially, it is said that it will take at least two years, do you have so much money and time?"
"No matter how many thorns are in front of you, if you don't take this step, you will never be able to move forward, Uncle Coen, I have already thought about it." Lucian replied seriously, and for an adult who has studied for many years, knows how to learn, and most importantly, can speak this world language fluently, it will probably only take a month or two to learn to write.
Cohen saw that Lucian was so serious, so he replied seriously: "If you are young, you can also go to the monastery to learn writing and knowledge through the selection of the church, and now, you can either become someone else's apprentice and sign a ten-year contract, or spend your own money to study at a scholar's house.
Once Lucian decides to learn magic, then the contract does not need to be followed at all, but to become an apprentice, studying with the master every day, eating and lodging, it is easy to expose one's secrets, and it is not convenient to learn magic, so Lucian seemed to ask himself: "Five silver nars?"
Cohen nodded: "Well, five silver nars, unless you are busy from morning to night every day, only eating the worst black bread, you can save enough for more than half a year, and how much can you learn in a month? Do you really want to learn words?"
"Yes." Lucian replied firmly, according to this calculation, one hundred copper fels is equivalent to one silver gnar.
This is a really difficult start.
(End of this chapter)