Pressing the last key, Lucian raised his hands and quietly listened to the echo of the strings in the piano room, with a faint sense of accomplishment in his heart.
This is not because he copied the Symphony of Destiny by himself, but because in the past three weeks, except for the time to learn magic, he has devoted all his energy to the practice of playing the piano, in the morning in the music library, playing virtually, like Pierre, completely immersed in the world of music, and hurriedly finished eating at noon, without a lunch break, he went directly to Mr. Victor's house and the piano room of the association, and practiced until the evening.
Although many technical parts still cannot be completed, as long as people with deep knowledge of music listen to it, they will definitely be able to discover the valuable value contained in this piece.
[I believe Mr. Victor is no exception.] Lucian put away his pride in improving his piano playing ability and stood up, because Lucian himself knew very well that this was a serious deformity improvement, just relying on a lot of practice, repeated practice and superhuman memory to play this piece of music, and other slightly difficult music, he still couldn't play it.
Turning around, Lucian saw Phyllis' plump lips pressed against the flute, but did not play, ruby-like eyes stared at him with doubts, and there was even a lingering surprise on his bright face.
"The string rhythm you played just now...... Phyllis stopped practicing the flute and was about to leave, when she happened to hear Lucian's smooth last string rhythm, although the playing skills were still immature, the rhythm was still a little slow, but it sounded like it had a good feeling, which made her unable to believe it.
Lucian interrupted the rhythm of the Symphony of Destiny with a garbage string rhythm, so that people could only hear one of the sections each time, and whenever they wanted to rise a pleasant feeling, they were frequently disturbed by the garbage string rhythm, so Phyllis, Lott and others in the same piano room just felt that Lucian's playing skills were improving, and they didn't think how good he was writing the music.
There are still three days left, and there is only one week left before the concert, Lucian is preparing tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so he will find an opportunity to ask Mr. Victor to "taste" his music, so he is not panicked about Phyllis's doubts, but feels that it is just right to make them feel this way, even if Phyllis doesn't notice today, he will find an opportunity tomorrow to make them have a similar surprise.
"Phyllis, what do you think?" Lucian showed a "sincere" and polite smile.
Phyllis put down the flute and opened her mouth: "This ...... You...... Your playing ability has improved a lot."
She still didn't think it was Lucian's own string rhythm, and attributed the reason to Lucian's improvement in piano playing ability, and that piece should be a piano piece she had never heard before, after all, she mainly studied the flute.
Lucian just wanted her to have an impression, and when he saw that she didn't ask, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Phyllis. Night is coming soon, and it looks like there might be a storm tonight, so I have to go back first."
In the "Harvest Month" (September), the weather is still hot, and the dark mountains block the monsoon, and the entire Waorit Park belongs to the basin, so in recent months, there has been a heavy rain every few days, and today, before six o'clock, the sky is already dark as seven or eight o'clock, humid and sultry, and it seems that heavy rain will fall majestically at any time.
"See you tomorrow, Lucian." Phyllis replied rarely normally, and then looked at Lucian's back as he walked out of the piano room, doubts still appeared on his face, even though he had already come to a conclusion.
At this time, Lot and Herodotus had already left for a while, leaving her unable to find anyone to discuss.
Lucian walked downstairs and saw the butler Ace directing the servants to clean the hall, so he stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Ace, where is Mr. Victor? I want to find him for something." Since Phyllis has noticed that Lucian is also preparing to advance the time, this kind of thing is always better sooner than later.
Ace always looked serious and polite: "Mr. Victor has gone to the cemetery and may not come back until late, Mr. Lucian, is the matter urgent?"
"Tomorrow will work." Lucian didn't know how long he would wait, so he pushed it to tomorrow, and he had to go back to conduct magic experiments, which was his real path in the future.
During this time, Lucian basically understood the "Arcane" journal, and at the same time used the literature, materials, books, etc. that could be opened in the library to quickly improve his basic knowledge, which was the stage of rapid progress in magic analysis, construction, and application.
In comparison, Lucian's progress in soul and spiritual power is far behind the fusion of his own knowledge and magic, as well as the speed of understanding of magic, and it is still a little short of being able to make his mental power reach the level of casting ten apprentice-level magic in a row and becoming a formal magic apprentice, which is completely opposite to the situation of ordinary magic apprentices.
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In the increasingly dark evening, when Lucian walked into Aunt Alyssa's house, he casually glanced at the corner of the house next door, and suddenly found that a new mark appeared in the place where the original mark that had been erased was located.
[News of evil creatures...... Lucian walked into Aunt Alyssa's house with an unchanged expression, as if he had accidentally cast his gaze over it.
The meaning of Smile's set of drawings is: "Dear Mr. Professor, there is news that the sage has evil creatures, see you at ten o'clock tonight, at the same place. Owl."
[After not attending the secret meeting several times in a row, did they finally use the news of the evil creature to tempt themselves?] Lucian was eating brown bread with potato stewed beef while thinking about this matter, [Could it be a trap?] If so, is it the owner of the crow, or someone else? 】
After thinking for a long time, Lucian decided to observe secretly when the time came, probably after making sure that there was no ambush, and then meeting with Smile and the Sage.
As long as you get the blood of evil creatures, you can summon the wraiths and collect the dust of the wraith, and then Lucian can make money with peace of mind and try to buy moonlight roses.
[But before that, you need to prepare some items.] 】
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At night, in Lucian's magic laboratory.
On the alchemy array carved on the surface of the stone table, there was a black vessel the size of a cup, blue flames burning its bottom, and a magma-like red liquid was tumbling inside.
Lucian had a solemn face, holding a twenty-centimeter-long stoneware rod in his left hand, stirring carefully in the red liquid, while holding a glass tube in his right hand, slowly tilting it, and dripping the black liquid inside into the vessel drop by drop, mixing it with the red liquid.
Every drop of black liquid fell would stir up a burst of white mist, causing the red liquid to contract and solidify violently, as if it was about to explode, but fortunately, with the cooperation of Lucian's left hand and the precise control of the alchemy array by spiritual power, there was no experimental accident.
When the black liquid was poured, Lucian placed his right hand on the alchemy array, changing its operation, thin red threads appeared, wrapping the black vessel, and at the same time, Lucian recited a stubborn spell from his mouth, and the index finger of his left hand shot out a light emitting white cold air, which fell into the black vessel.
When the extreme heat meets frost, there will be drastic changes immediately, and the white mist will rise, and there will even be a tendency to burst, but it will be wrapped in those thin red threads, and it will gradually stabilize.
The thick white mist dissipated, and a small amount of red viscous liquid appeared in the black vessel, and in the flow, it seemed that there was a flame burning.
Lucian breathed a sigh of relief, poured these red viscous liquids into a glass tube and sealed them, which was exactly the "fiery glue" that the witch was preparing to refine.
After collecting all the experimental materials, Lucian began this alchemy experiment, because according to the witch's description, the power of "flaming glue" is not small, and based on Lucian's experience of being burned to minor injuries in several previous experiments, as well as the power experiment done with a small amount of "flaming glue", it can be seen that it is similar to a gasoline bomb, but the explosion power is not strong enough.
Originally, Lucian wanted to refine some nitroglycerin to add to it, but considering the danger and the fact that he did not have a good protective spell yet, he gave up temporarily.
It was during this period that Lucian's alchemy achievements were two tubes of "fire glue", three tubes of "brown owl" that accelerated the recovery of mental power, the brown liquid inside was bubbling violently, and the other two were "tempests" to heal injuries and overdraw physical strength.
Lucian took out the seven tubes of magic potions, and together with the tube of "fiery glue" he had just refined, he inserted them into a secret pocket near the belt of his black robe, which contained many broken blankets to prevent glass test tubes engraved with magic runes from colliding with each other during strenuous exercise.
After doing all this, Lucian opened his magic notebook on the table and looked at the left and right pages written on the structure and construction process of the two new apprentice-level magic he had created.
This is Lucian's knowledge of vibration and frequency, after hundreds of experiments and attempts, it was transformed on the sound wave magic of "Homanz's Cough", the requirement for spiritual power is equal to a star system magic, and the function is very special, although it is not very useful in actual combat, but on special occasions, it will have amazing effects.
After looking at the two magic spells quietly for a while, Lucian took out a quill and wrote a row of fancy words at the top of each page, which was to give them names:
"The Scream of the Bat";
"The Professor's Resonant Hand".
After writing this, Lucian walked out of the magic laboratory, returned to the cabin, lay on the bed, regained his mental strength, waited until 9:40, pulled down his hood, and went out of the room.
(End of this chapter)