Holding the money bag in his hand, feeling the weight, Lucian was slightly excited and surging, just like on earth, holding a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, and the house price was also at this level, he suddenly got a huge sum of more than 300,000 yuan, so even if Lucian was able to stay calm after so many things, he also had a lot of mood swings, not to mention that this money also represented Lucian's hope for a rapid improvement in self-protection in a short period of time.
"It seems that I am also half a money fan." Lucian laughed at himself in his heart, said goodbye to Hank, and walked to the music library on the second floor, after all, he had known Pierre for more than two months, and he could barely be considered a friend, so he still had to tell him when he left the library.
Hank looked at Lucian's mood change and forced to remain calm, smiled normally, shook his head, and muttered: "It's good to be young and talented." If Lucian had been dismissive of so many Quintellers, or if he had no expression like a dead man, Hank would have thought he was very eccentric.
And the original one for Lucian should have been thirty-four Kinthales, but according to the usual practice, Lucian didn't ask very clearly, and Hank certainly wouldn't mention it himself.
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In the music library, Pierre sat behind a wooden cabinet in a daze, with two newspapers spread out in front of him.
"Good morning, Pierre." Lucian walked over and said hello.
Pierre seemed to have woken up from a dream, looking at the person in front of him a little confused: "Lucian ......" As soon as he pronounced his name, Pierre's face sank, "Maybe I should call you Mr. Evans."
This attitude was beyond Lucian's expectations, because after more than two months of getting along, Lucian still knew Pierre's character better, and did not think he was a stupid or blindly arrogant person.
"You, why do you play the piano like this? Do you know how to play the harpsichord?!" Pierre said through gritted teeth, his dark brown eyes looking at Lucian with disgust.
Lucian's heart moved, and he lowered his head to look at the two newspapers placed in front of Pierre.
This is exactly what the Music Review and Symphony Herald, which have just been printed and released today, each have a review of Victor's Piano Concerto.
There was no need for Lucian to look carefully, the two newspapers that had been stored in the soul library when he hastily browsed before had already turned to the corresponding articles.
The second half of both articles discuss Victor's fingering skills when playing the piano, one arguing that it brings out the characteristics of this new instrument as a commendable improvement, and the other feels that it goes against the classic fingering that many great musicians and famous musicians in the past have gradually formed after countless performances, and is a betrayal of tradition and music.
Understood the meaning of Pierre's words, but Lucian still didn't understand why his reaction was so intense, isn't this kind of thing a problem for those gentlemen to quarrel?
"Do you understand the art of harpsichord playing?" Pierre asked again.
"Piano, harpsichord......" When Lucian heard this, he suddenly remembered that Pierre knew that after learning the piano, he had introduced a book he had read, "The Art of Harpsichord Playing", so he seriously transferred the book out of the Soul Library and looked at the cover carefully: "Author: Antonio Sandor?"
"Pierre, who is Mr. Antonio Sandor?" Lucian asked a little clearly.
Pierre was stunned, and then said proudly: "He is my father, a great harpsichordian, and I cannot tolerate you destroying his art."
Lucian didn't want to argue with him about these things, so he pressed down with his right hand: "The criterion for evaluating the quality of fingering is the expressiveness of the music, let time prove it. Okay, Pierre, I'll be leaving the library starting today."
But Pierre didn't want to let Lucian go, and said in disgust: "I misjudged you, Lucian, you are a person who thinks he has musical talent and squanders at will, disrespecting tradition, if you can't give up your playing fingering, you will only go further and further down the wrong path and lose your reputation as a genius."
Originally, he wanted to say something, but seeing Pierre's firm and stubborn attitude, Lucian gave up and turned around directly, this kind of thing could not be convinced.
"I thought I would be friends with Pierre." When Lucian left the music library, he sighed in his heart that not every good person he met could become his friend, but more only after a brief intersection, he gradually drifted apart for various reasons.
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Since the concert ended successfully yesterday, Victor announced that his future studies would return to normal Monday to Friday, and after being busy for so long, Victor, Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus all needed to relax and rest, and today was Sunday, so they needed to go to church for worship, so the piano room on the fourth floor was empty, so Lucian, who wanted to talk to Phyllis, couldn't find anyone.
"Maybe I should go to Phyllis's house in the aristocratic quarter to find her in the afternoon......" Lucian put the money bag away and seriously considered coming to Phyllis's door to find her. Take Kintale, or something else?"
Worried about this matter, Lucian returned to the lobby on the first floor and asked Elena if there was a garden villa for rent in Jisu District.
Housing rental is generally inquired and handled at the city hall or adventurer's guild, but Jisu District is mainly inhabited by musicians, performers, and musicians, so the rental of houses in this area is coordinated by the Musicians Association.
Under Elena's hard introduction and analysis, Lucian took a fancy to the two-story garden villa at No. 116 in Jisu District, which belonged to an ordinary musician, and because he received an invitation from a certain viscount of the Syracuse Kingdom to serve as a music consultant, he entrusted the house to rent out to the association.
Lucian, who was about to go to the field to see the villa and set it up, saw that it was almost ten o'clock, so he decided to leave the association and go back to continue dealing with the hidden things in the cabin.
"Goodbye, Mr. Evans." Elena smiled coquettishly, and Casey bent down restrainedly.
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As soon as he returned to the Adjan district, Lucian noticed that there were many neighbors outside Aunt Alyssa's house, just like the last time John was an official knight's attendant, talking in a low voice.
Because of the morning worship, these poor people who were busy from morning to night rarely had a short daytime rest.
At the door of his cabin, he could vaguely hear them saying "Joel", "Invite", and "move away"...... and other words, his heart moved suddenly, and he had an inexplicable and bad premonition, so he turned around and walked outside Aunt Alyssa's house.
"Hi, Roy, what are you talking about?" Lucian asked a neighbor he knew.
He didn't know that Lucian had become the princess's music advisor, so he smiled and said: "Lucian, Joel is finally lucky, before the service, he was invited by a noble lord to his territory as a family musician.
"By the way, Lucian, it is said that it is because you became famous and became a musician that the noble master felt that Joel, who taught you music since childhood, was very talented, so he invited him to be a family musician." Another neighbor, a middle-aged aunt named Liz, looked at Lucian with bright eyes, "Is this true? Have you really become a musician?"
"Something is wrong!" Lucian smelled a strange smell and quickly asked, "Which nobleman invited Uncle Joel?"
Even if there were really nobles who invited Joel because they were famous and became the princess's music advisor, they would not be in such a hurry to leave, even if they didn't have time to inform John who was leaving the city in the morning, they would definitely have to tell themselves.
This definitely didn't look like Joel's style of behavior, nor did it seem like the nobleman's purpose, if he didn't tell himself, what good could he do by inviting Joel?
Aunt Liz and several other neighbors shook their heads at the same time: "How dare we ask the name of the noble master? Looking at the dress he wore and the attendants and servants he carried, he knew that he must be a nobleman."
The more Lucian thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he forcibly suppressed his impatience and worry, and asked calmly: "Aunt Liz, have you seen the appearance of that nobleman clearly? Also, did he or Uncle Joel leave me any words or notes?"
"How dare we look directly at the face of the nobleman, we only know that he is a very personable old gentleman, with white hair, wearing a black dress, holding a crutch, and his attendants are all in their twenties, very powerful and strong men......" Roy mainly described the entourage of the "nobleman", although it is very detailed, if you think about it carefully, you will find that they have no obvious characteristics, and they are no different from the market area, adventurer's guild, tavern and other strong men who can meet dozens or hundreds of them a day.
And Aunt Liz thought about it seriously: "Joel asked me to tell you and John, don't worry about him, he will ask someone to bring you back news when he arrives."
"Nothing else?" Lucian asked anxiously.
"No." All the neighbors shook their heads.
Lucian took a few heavy breaths to calm himself down a little, first looking for clues, and then informing John, this group must have some purpose, and they will definitely leave a message.
The door to Alyssa's house was locked tightly, but Lucian had a spare key to their house at home, so he quickly walked to his cabin with the strange eyes of his neighbors.
Opening the cabin door, Lucian immediately noticed something was wrong, a keen feeling brought about by the strength of his soul and spiritual power.
"It seems that someone has come in, because he did not erase his breath and traces, but just let them disappear naturally and quickly."
If Lucian was not an official magic apprentice, he would definitely not have noticed this anomaly.
Lucian took a closer look and saw a white letter quietly placed on his desk.
(End of this chapter)