Compared to the early morning when Lucian came last time, there were many more people inside, and the bard's singing, talking, and talking were mixed together, making it look noisy and noisy.
Lucian noticed that there were many strangers wearing leather armor or exuding a fierce aura, and even many women with beautiful appearances, who seemed to be mercenaries and adventurers.
Struggling to get through the crowd, Lucian finally squeezed in front of the bar.
"Hi, guest, would you like a drink?" Coen drank the ale and greeted him without raising his head.
Lucian said funny: "Uncle Cohen, it's me."
"Uh, Lucian, how did you end up like this?" Coen saw Lucian's bruised face, his beard swayed, and he looked a little surprised, "Wait, Jackson from Aaron Gangster came to inquire about you in the morning. Little guy, you won't mess with these villains, will you?"
Lucian was reluctant to say more: "Well, the matter has been resolved, Uncle Cohen, I want to know which scholars are teaching writing?"
"You, have you saved up enough five silver nars? Wouldn't it be robbing those villains?" Coen was even more surprised, looking at Lucian's gaze as if he were looking at an unknown creature.
Lucian thought to himself that it was indeed a robbery, but he couldn't say that, so he explained a few words and mentioned that it was the Joel family who lent him money in the end.
Cohen took a sip of the ale and praised: "Lucian, you and John are finally adults, and you are men who understand blood and glory!"
"However, you and Joel's family should be careful, although as long as John is still Sir Wayne's knightly attendant, they don't dare to retaliate directly, but in private, there are always guys who like to take risks and gamble." Cohen warned Lucian again.
Lucian nodded solemnly: "We will be careful."
Cohen then took out a piece of white paper with strange patterns drawn on it like a child scribbling indiscriminately: "Hehe, I can't read, but I can always draw some marks by 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 for himself.
Lucian listened carefully, comparing them one by one, and suddenly heard a familiar name: "Victor? Mr. Victor the Musician?"
Cohen looked at Lucian strangely: "Yes, do you know Mr. Victor?"
"I met you last time at the Musicians' Association, but didn't Mr. Victor have a concert in the Psalm Hall in more than three months? Does he have time to teach words?" Lucian wondered if Cohen had made a mistake.
Coen laughed: "That's why Mr. Victor teaches words."
"It is not so easy to hold a concert in the Hall of Psalms, you need to get an invitation from the Council of the Musicians Association, or Her Majesty the Grand Duke, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha. And since there is only one concert a week in the Psalm Hall, unless it is the famous dozen or so musicians, everyone else has to wait for a long time. Mr. Victor had been invited half a year ago, and in preparation for this concert, he turned down all performances, including invitations from the Syracuse court, so his income became very small, and it is said that he was supported by his savings."
Lucian seemed to understand the reason: "But since Mr. Victor attaches so much importance to the concert in the Psalm Hall, why waste time teaching words?" It is completely possible to borrow money to get by.
"I don't know, I heard that the closer you get to the concert, the more stressed Mr. Victor is, and you know that musicians are always very sensitive, if you don't find something else to do, maybe Mr. Victor will go crazy with this concert! Grunt." Cohen took a sip of ale.
Lucian thought for a while, compared to other scholars, he had seen Victor anyway, and felt that he had a good personality and demeanor: "Well, then I will learn from Mr. Victor."
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Gisu District, named after the great musician Gisu who invented the violin, is home to most of the musicians and musicians of Aalto, with beautiful scenery, quiet and tidy.
The streets are lined with tall and dense trees resembling sycamore trees, and the sunlight shines through the leaves to the ground, forming bright golden spots, forming a melody of light and darkness with the surrounding shadows.
Lucian walked under the tree according to the address given by Cohen, and after getting lost several times, he finally found No. 12 Sneva Street in Jisu District.
Inside the blue-black wall was a two-story building, covered with cyan vines, exuding an ancient and quiet atmosphere, if all went well, for the next two months, every Monday to Friday from two o'clock in the afternoon to four o'clock, Lucian would be here for life-changing learning.
Lucian knocked on the door gently, and soon a servant came over, glanced at Lucian's clothes through the fence-like iron door, and frowned slightly: "Who are you looking for?"
When Lucian made it clear what he meant, he still didn't believe it: "Learning words costs five silver nars a month, pay first and then learn, are you ready?"
Lucian didn't take this level of discrimination to heart anymore, and now, there was nothing more important than learning words by himself, so he took out his money bag and poured out a few silver nars in his hand: "Of course."
The middle-aged servant looked at the silver nar in Lucian's palm in amazement, completely unable to believe his eyes, such a poorly dressed guy could take out five silver nars at will, a servant of a musician like him, only ten silver nars a month, excluding family expenses, it would be good to save one silver nar a month.
He opened the door and looked at Lucian warily: "Mr. Victor is a famous musician in Alto and is familiar with the officials at the city hall." It seems to suspect that Lucian is getting his wealth from abnormal channels.
Lucian smiled, did not answer, followed the fancyly dressed servant, walked through the courtyard, to the front of the two-story building, watched him gently open the brown wooden door with his hands and feet, and went in to report.
After a few minutes, the servant came out and said softly: "Follow me in, and then hand over Yinnar directly to Ace Butler in the hall."
The hall is very spacious, with a low-key dark yellow carpet, with amber coffee tables, brown sofas, small round tables and other furniture nearby, and long tables in the distance, which seem to be dining tables.
Perhaps because there are more people who come to study, Victor did not choose the study, but in the hall.
On the sofa and on the red wooden chairs, there were five men and three women, all of whom looked young, ranging from thirteen or fourteen years old to their early twenties.
On the coffee table or small round table in front of them were quills, paper, and other items, and from time to time they carefully copied something, and more often they were whispering pronunciations, memorizing words, or humming tones.
Judging from their clothing, Lucian could clearly find that two of them, a man and a woman, although their clothes were all cleaned and seemed to be dressed up with all their might, they were still very ordinary in nature, while the other three men and two women, regardless of whether their clothes were old or not, looked very valuable.
Lucian guessed that they were ordinary members of aristocratic families who could not inherit titles and most of their property, and could not stimulate the power of their bloodline.
This kind of private teaching cannot be the same for everyone, so Victor, who was wearing a red coat, spoke in front of this person for a while, and whispered in that person's ear for a while.
Lucian glanced around the hall and saw a solemn housekeeper in a neat black dress near the door, his hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, he was not young, but he stood there, but his back was straight and meticulous.
"Hello, are you Mr. Ace?" Lucian walked over gently and asked in a low voice.
The housekeeper nodded: "Yes, I am Ace, can I know your name and the level of study you are currently studying?"
"It's a great honor, I'm Lucian? Evans, I have never studied words." Lucian replied in a low voice as he handed the five silver ginns to Ace.
The housekeeper Ace took Yinnar and glanced at Lucian slightly strangely, wearing such poor clothes, and had never studied at all, obviously from the slums, young people in this kind of place are generally rude and rude, but I didn't expect that although Lucian in front of him didn't understand any etiquette, at least, he was very polite and looked very mature, which was beyond his expectations.
He walked lightly to the center of the hall and whispered a few words in Victor's ear, Victor turned his head to look at Lucian, then nodded kindly to him, pointed to an empty single sofa, and motioned for Lucian to sit there, while Ace walked upstairs.
At this time, the five men, three women, and eight young people in the hall who were concentrating on their studies noticed the arrival of a new learner, and they all raised their heads and looked curiously at Lucian by the gate.
Black hair and black eyes, delicate and deep facial features, he has a good appearance, but he is wearing a linen short top, trousers of the same color and ordinary heelless shoes.
"This kind of poor person actually wants to learn words?"
This was the first thought that arose in their hearts, and they couldn't help but show strange and surprised emotions on their faces, completely unaware that the new companion would be a poor teenager.
Then, the five boys and girls who might have come from aristocratic families quickly covered their expressions with coldness, buried their heads, and continued their studies, while the two men and one woman, who seemed to be commoners, kept looking at Lucian until he sat on the single sofa, with curiosity and doubt in his eyes.
Among them, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old ordinary boy with black hair and black eyes next to Lucian subconsciously moved to the side, as if Lucian's body exuded an invisible stench.
Lucian didn't have the sensitivity made of glass, but because the experience seemed very mature, he just thought it was funny, shook his head, and placed a stack of white paper and a quill specially bought for copper fair on the small round table in front of him, quietly waiting for Victor to come.
After about five minutes, Victor took a black hard-shell book from Ace, walked to Lucian, placed it on the small round table, and whispered: "This is "Lingua Franca Pronunciation and Beginner Grammar", just for beginners of your level, okay, turn to the first page of Chapter 1, I will teach you the pronunciation of thirty-two letters first."
(End of this chapter)