——The weekly recommendation has reached fourteen, continue to ask for recommendation votes, Sanjiang tickets are also asked, hehe, you can't fall too far behind.
Also, according to the proposal, in the future, the words of mental activities will not need to be double quotation marks, but will be replaced with [], so as not to confuse it with the conversation and make everyone look uncomfortable.
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Lucian's voice seemed to come out of the abyss, and he replied ethereally: "Pierre, have you seen the three ladies with Ms. Sylvia?"
Looking back now, Lucian found that he couldn't remember the two women clearly, only the smiling gaze of the woman wearing the black gauze hat looking back at the end, and those terrifying and dangerous dark blue pupils, were still deeply imprinted in his mind.
This kind of powerful strength, Lucian has only seen in various fantasy novels on Earth, fortunately, the other party did not think about hurting himself, otherwise he would probably have a broken soul and died now, or his consciousness would have dissipated and become an idiot.
Pierre shook his head, saying that he didn't see it, but he quickly guessed what Lucian might encounter, so he sighed: "Ms. Sylvia is friends with many noble ladies, you may see one of them, and it is the knight who stimulated the power of the bloodline, because you stared at Ms. Sylvia's legs rudely, so she suppressed it a little with her momentum."
"Hey, it's a pity that Ms. Sylvia is only from a commoner's background, otherwise she would have become the wife of a certain nobleman, but she is not something that people like us who haven't even passed the musician assessment can hope for, unless they become a musician as good as her, or a famous musician and a great musician who can be engraved in history!"
Since the appearance of the first knight, over countless hours, people have found that although humans cannot be like powerful creatures such as dragons, after the birth of descendants, as they grow older, their strength will gradually become stronger, and the bloodline power must be trained and worked hard to stimulate it, but if it is two knights, or the knight's descendants are combined, then their children are often more likely to stimulate the bloodline power than ordinary people.
Strength is the guarantee of status, so for hundreds of years, nobles have chosen to marry equally outstanding blood nobles or descendants of knights for the sake of their descendants.
Ignoring Pierre's sighs, Lucian speculated in his heart: "Compared to Sir Wayne, whom I have seen with my own eyes after hearing John describe it, those two ladies are probably more powerful. And that terrifying middle-aged woman is the strong one who protects her?"
Natasha is only one step away from becoming a sixth-level Sky Knight, and what can protect her is at least the strength of the Sky Knight, and it is normal to have this kind of performance.
But after Lucian finished speculating, he became funny again: [What do I want to do with this? It doesn't matter what kind of princess she is, what kind of strong person she is, what does it have to do with me. 】
Pierre, who was on the side, sighed and said to Lucian with a jumping mind: "Lucian, learn the piano well, although you can't surpass me, but remember that only music belongs to you."
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Exhausted, Lucian struggled until noon, refused Pierre's invitation to have lunch with him, and then went to the piano room on the fourth floor to practice his instrument together, preparing to go home to make up for an hour's sleep.
Slowly walking down the stairs, Lucian saw Elena with a very sweet smile on her face, chatting happily with a young man dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothes, tall and tall, with dazzling blond hair and deep and handsome features.
Perhaps seeing Lucian come down, the young nobleman smiled gracefully and said goodbye to Alina, passed by Lucian, and walked upstairs.
Lucian and Elena were already familiar with each other, jokingly: "Elena, is that your sweetheart?"
Elena rubbed her face, looked in the direction of the stairs, and saw that the young nobleman had already gone upstairs, so she whispered: "How could it be my sweetheart, that is the famous playboy McKenzie of the association? Griffith, a student of the Othello director, the second heir to the Griffith family, by the way, Lucian, is the cousin of your classmate Lott, who is good at harpsichord and violin.
"Why do you smirk? Can't you greet him politely?" Lucian was about to leave after joking, but Elena's answer made Lucian very strange.
Elena said with a deep disgust: "Because of his misbehavior, he has a very bad reputation in private, and it is rumored that a civilian girl has rejected him several times, but he ...... How could a civilian girl like us cope with him? Fortunately, he is a proud person, and he feels that his charm and status are irresistible to any girl, as long as he doesn't stimulate him, doesn't treat him coldly, makes him feel special, and wants to conquer, there is no problem, after all, he is very busy, and there are often many blind and vain girls around him, how can he have time to pay special attention to a civilian girl."
The privileges of nobles are particularly powerful in this world.
"But Elena, you are only temporarily avoiding danger, if he suddenly becomes interested one day, won't you be in danger? Everyone's emotions and thoughts, but even you can't grasp them for sure." Lucian said with a little concern.
Elena shook her head helplessly: "It's only one day at a time, but the time he comes to the association is very regular, and most situations can be avoided in advance, Casey, well, he is no longer interested in Casey, but he is very afraid of her entanglement, hehe, how could a person like him who may inherit the title marry a civilian girl?!"
"That's okay." Lucian nodded, "Anyway, at your age, you will get married in two or three years."
From past chats, Lucian knew that Elena was two years older than him, almost twenty years old, and in Alto, and even the civilian class in this world, she was considered a representative of late marriage.
When Elena heard the word marriage, she suddenly sighed, full of sadness and wandering: "Lucian, do you think that after seeing so many personable upper-class people in the association, seeing their luxurious lives, and seeing so many young and promising musicians, I will still think about going back to my old life? Can you still find someone to marry casually?"
Once people's horizons are broadened, they will no longer be willing to live an ordinary life before.
"Then what are your plans?" Barely a good friend, Lucian asked with concern.
Elena burst into laughter, her voice sweetened again: "Maybe I will try to find one of those young musicians and young people who have the potential to become musicians to be my husband, hehe, in fact, if Mackenzie is not so fancy and so ruthless, becoming an aristocratic mistress may also be a good choice."
"Okay, no kidding, I'll tell you secretly, Lucian, I've saved a lot of silver ginnard, and I'm going to be like you, become a musician's student, study music, and become a qualified musician in the future, or even a musician, well, Ms. Sylvia is my goal! She is so beautiful, so talented in music, she can make her own decisions in her own life, and she is unmarried at the age of twenty-four, but in the hearts of most men in the association, they do not think she is strange, but think that she is a goddess who concentrates on music, and I don't know how many people secretly like her, except for Mr. Victor."
Victor's wife has been dead for almost ten years, but he has never remarried and concentrated on music, and everyone who knows his feelings for his wife can see it.
"Hehe, Elena, you have your own ideas, your own ideals, it's a good thing, well, have you thought about which musician or musician to study music with? Ms. Sylvia?" Lucian admires this kind of girl who can take the right path and work hard for herself.
Elena nodded: "It's best to be Ms. Sylvia, but she rarely accepts students, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." As she spoke, she looked at Lucian with her green and clear eyes and joked: "Otherwise, when Lucian, you become an excellent musician and accept me as a student?"
"Sure, if I can become a musician." Lucian also responded jokingly.
Then Elena made a fist gesture: "So, Lucian works hard, I'm optimistic about you!"
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Because of the crow, Lucian did not attend the next few magic apprentice gatherings, but buried the "Arcane" journal he had read and collected somewhere, and asked Smile to pick it up through a secret code.
It can be seen from the marks left by Smile that they were very disappointed, and deliberately added pictures similar to "Looking forward to your participation, Mr. Professor" to the ordinary time and place marks.
However, Lucian did not waver, the magic materials he obtained last time, as long as he did not fight with people, could last for three months, and the gain in the application of apprentice-level magic, as well as the knowledge obtained from the "Arcane" journal, still needed a few weeks of mastery and practice to be completely digested, so he was not in a hurry to attend the party.
Gradually, when Lucian's spiritual power could release nine apprentice-level magic in a row, and he was very close to becoming an official magic apprentice and his soul undergoing minor mutations, Victor's concert in the Hall of Psalms had only the last month of preparation.
As Victor's fourth and final symphony did not find inspiration to compose it, as the concert approached, his spirit became more and more tense and anxious, and even teaching students to divert their attention became ineffective, and he had to let Anne and other students who had not yet officially studied music with him suspend their homework for a month.
Lucian, Lott, Phyllis and others, who were still learning musical instruments, sheet music, and music theory knowledge with him, obviously found that Mr. Victor's temper had become irritable, and he often could not maintain a gentle and elegant demeanor, falling into a state of collapse.
With a bang, the door of the piano room closed in front of Lucian, Phyllis and others, and Victor's venting shout came from inside, as well as the sound of sweeping inkwell and other things on the table to the ground and smashing them.
"If Mr. Victor continues like this, I am afraid he will never find inspiration, and we have to persuade him." After several people glanced at each other, Lot said bitterly.
(End of this chapter)