———The happiest thing today is to be on the weekly list, although it is the last, but in my heart, the top fifteen of the weekly list on the homepage is almost equivalent to the top fifteen of the monthly ticket list, only the gods can get on it, I can rank up today, I am really, really happy, I am very grateful to everyone, please continue to recommend votes to support~ Well, there is also the first place in the new book list and the first place in Sanjiang, although it is because the dancing book is automatically removed from the list after a month, and because there has been no effort, but I am always satisfied and happy to be able to rank first, Asking for Sanjiang tickets, at least until dancing becomes more serious, you must maintain the first place~............................................................................................................
For Lucian, who wants to become a musician or musician to hide his identity as a magician, Pierre's question has nothing to hide, and he replied with a smile: "At present, I am learning from Mr. Victor his modified harpsichord, well, Mr. Victor thinks that his modified harpsichord is already a new and revolutionary instrument, and he named it a piano, and will register it with the association soon."
Although after coming into contact with the circle of magical apprentices, many of the items Lucian needed could be obtained from them with "knowledge", but Lucian's own knowledge origin is very problematic, with his current identity, he cannot go on to talk about it in depth, always using knowledge in exchange for items, either as dangerous as running on the edge of a cliff all the time, or will soon empty the knowledge that can be spoken, and even if knowledge is exchanged for money, it will become the usual clothes, food, houses, carriages, etc., it also needs a clear A fairly well-paid profession to cover up.
Therefore, Lucian has always worked the study of music, and even if he has enough time, such as finding the location of the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council after a few years, then becoming a musician is much more useful than being a bard, after all, few people would doubt that a good musician who is personable, talented, and can compose beautiful music will be a dark, evil, and ugly magician.
"Harpsichord? Piano?" The expression on Pierre's face became vivid and excited, he stood up suddenly, walked to the bookshelf, and turned in circles, as if looking for something, and finally he knocked on his head, dragged a book from a certain bookshelf, and brought it to Lucian, "Whether it's a harpsichord or a piano, you need this book, I just look at this book to learn the harpsichord, and in four months, I will participate in the assessment of the association's musicians and become a qualified musician!"
As a guild, the Musicians Association, like other guilds, controls and monopolizes many things within the guild, such as the recognition of musicians. The subjective idealism of musicians depends on the reputation of the nobles.
"The Art of Harpsichord Playing". Lucian took it and looked at it, and politely thanked Pierre, anyway, he stayed up late last night and was in poor spirits, so he couldn't analyze the magic in his mind, so he might as well read this book to pass the time.
Pierre didn't mean to let Lucian go, and talked endlessly and endlessly to Lucian about the harpsichord performance, sheet music, music theory knowledge, etc., as if he knew that after Lucian learned the piano, he had a feeling of finding a "companion" and wanted to share all his feelings about music, which was a bit crazy.
Lucian had studied music for so long, and he could barely agree with the discussion, but his eyelids couldn't stop falling, full of sleepiness, and he tried to stop Pierre from speaking several times, but he ignored them.
Fortunately, at this time, a woman wearing a black gauze hat and a white elegant long skirt came in from outside the library.
At the same time, she seemed to be wearing white stockings under her long skirt, which made her legs look straight and slender in a haze.
[Are there stockings in this world?] Could it be a by-product of alchemy? Lucian has developed a conditional launch, as long as he finds anything similar to the earth, he can't help but observe and speculate, but in the eyes of this woman and Pierre, Lucian's gaze is a bit rude.
"Ahem, cough." Pierre woke up from his frenzied musical state, coughed twice, and elbowed Lucian to make him not rude, while greeting with a smile: "Ms. Sylvia, do you need any help?"
Lucian withdrew his gaze and nodded: [So she is Sylvia. ] 】
Sylvia was often stared at by similar gazes, she was used to it, and she didn't get angry because of it, and after taking off her black gauze hat, she said to Pierre flatly: "Hello, Pierre, I'm here to borrow a few books, they are ......."
She is indeed as beautiful as Pierre described, with long black hair that is as quiet as silk satin and eyes as deep as the night sky, with slightly squinted eyes, and a small and straight nose, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling.
Pierre didn't expect Sylvia to remember her name, her face turned red with excitement, she said yes repeatedly, and then walked quickly to the bookshelf to find the books Sylvia needed.
Since Sylvia was standing in front of the wooden cabinet, Lucian smelled a faint, seemingly familiar fragrance: [Could it be that the 'Black Nightingale' yarn I picked up at that time was hers?] 】
As his soul strengthened, Lucian's memory was getting better and better, and he soon remembered the first pot of gold he had picked up the rags, and then glanced at the black gauze hat in Sylvia's hand, secretly speculating in his heart.
However, after Lucian carefully distinguished it, he felt that something was wrong: [The scent is very similar, but there is still a difference, it seems that different women who use the same perfume or fragrance powder are used. 】
Lucian was only a little curious about this matter, and had no intention of finding out the lady, so he couldn't say to her at that time: "Hello, I picked up the gauze hat you lost and sold it for money."
Due to nervousness, excitement, and wanting to behave in front of Sylvia, Pierre became at a loss, completely forgetting which shelf those books were on, and after a few minutes, he didn't find any of them, his face was still red, but no longer because of excitement, but panicked.
At this time, because Pierre had not been able to return with the book for a long time, Lucian couldn't help but look back, and when he saw him blushing, he cast a look at him asking for help, so he laughed and shook his head, walked to a bookshelf, and pulled out a book that Sylvia needed.
This is not only because Lucian has a good memory, but also because Lucian has included the books and materials in this music library into his soul library, and the bookshelves formed are arranged in Lucian's intention, completely according to the real library, so as long as you think about it in your mind, you can immediately find its shelves and location.
When he saw Lucian without pause, without hesitation, he walked to several bookshelves in a row and pulled out the books Sylvia needed, his mouth was a little unclosed: "When did he become so familiar with the library?!"
Holding a stack of books in front of Sylvia, Lucian asked politely: "Ms. Sylvia, are you reading here, or am I helping you carry it to your lounge?"
If Lucian doesn't have a man's mind for a stunning woman like Sylvia, it must be false, but Lucian is very sober and rational, knowing his identity as a magician, and his plans to go to the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council in the future, it is impossible to allow himself to pursue romance and love in Alto, so there is no expectation, no excitement and nervousness, and he behaves very calmly and calmly in front of Sylvia, which is in strong contrast to Pierre.
"You register, put it on the table, and someone will come to get it for me later." Sylvia's voice is low and slightly hoarse, with a unique sex appeal.
She was a little strange, the wretched pervert who stared at her legs as soon as she came in just now acted like a "gentleman" who liked men and didn't like women, but this strangeness was not enough to make her curious about Lucian, just while waiting for Lucian to register, she casually asked: "What is your name, which gentleman's student are you?"
Those who can do this job must have a relationship with the association, and Sylvia still has to show basic politeness.
"Ms. Sylvia, I am Lucian Evans, a student of Mr. Victor." Lucian replied simply.
Sylvia smiled slightly, like an elegant lily: "I heard that Mr. Victor has transformed a new instrument, the piano, and I am looking forward to his concert."
After a casual conversation, Sylvia stopped speaking, maintaining a quiet and elegant attitude.
After registering, Sylvia took a few steps towards the outside of the library, smiling and waving her hand, Lucian realized that there were three people waiting outside the library, one of them was tall, even half a head taller than Lucian, wearing a black gauze hat similar to Sylvia, his slender legs were covered by a black gauze skirt, standing there quietly, it seemed to be like a straight spear, and the other two, one was a beautiful girl in a maid's uniform, and the other was a middle-aged woman in the same black long dress, Her beautiful and elegant appearance was taken away by her serious temperament.
Glanced back by Lucian, the middle-aged woman looked back coldly, and when she saw her dark blue eyes, Lucian's whole body couldn't help but tremble, falling into a strange, fearful state, surrounded by black and white colors, as if her eyes contained a turbulent sea, and a terrifying wave was about to crash down on her.
Lucian's mind was blank, he didn't know when the maid took the book, he didn't know when Sylvia walked out, until the middle-aged woman was left with only one back, and the black and white world around Lucian regained its color, and then he saw the woman who was a head taller than Sylvia and wearing a black gauze hat, as if he heard something Sylvia said, and looked back at Lucian, the joking smile in her eyes was clearly transmitted to Lucian's eyes through the veil, as if it had condensed into essence.
"Who are these two people? What a terrifying strength!" Lucian was sweating profusely behind his back, this was the strongest person he had ever encountered, especially the middle-aged woman, all his magic, his own spiritual power, seemed to have no effect as long as he was stared at by her gaze, it would have no effect and completely dissipate.
Pierre walked up to Lucian and sighed: "Ms. Sylvia is the goddess in my mind, I can't speak when I see her, my hands are in a hurry, and I don't know where to put my eyes, hey, it seems that Lucian, you are more obscene than me, thick-skinned, and you don't care about Ms. Sylvia's opinion at all, just look at her legs without turning your eyes, I really admire you, uh, Lucian, why has your face gotten worse again?"
(End of this chapter)