After a nap.
Liszt shook the bell and asked the servant to bring a cup of milk tea.
Liszt sat in front of the upright piano. His mood had calmed down, and the explosive inspiration had all dissipated, leaving only peace.
The piano score of "To Alice" was placed on the shelf.
He was ready to play a song to feel the sound quality of the new piano, and also to cultivate his personal sentiment for a moment. When his fingers touched the keys, the familiar rhythm was immediately awakened, as if there was a driving force in his body. His hands began to play by themselves, and the notes bloomed.
A simple and beautiful melody echoed in the study. The thick walls had a good soundproof effect, so that he could immerse himself in his own world and indulge.
At the end of the song, there was still an intoxicated expression on his face.
A moment later.
Waking up from the intoxication, he began to recall the previous feeling: "Compared with the grand piano of Longtaro Castle, the sound quality is much worse, and it is also incomparable to the grand piano of Tulip Castle. But the upright piano also has its advantages. While reducing the sound quality, it also covers up many technical defects. "
The grand piano can hit about 14 times in a second, but the upright piano can only hit 7 times in a second.
The feeling is not as smooth as the grand piano, and the sound is not as rich as the grand piano. The performance between extreme strength and extreme weakness is not obvious enough.
Of course, if you are not a professional, you probably won't be able to hear the difference between the upright piano and the grand piano.
Liszt's predecessor was a semi-professional, and he himself seemed to have the talent of a pianist, so he could keenly feel the gap.
It was a pity that the Count did not give him a grand piano.
"Greedy. The cheapest grand piano costs hundreds of gold coins. With this money, I can buy a lot of potions. Although the Count has a big business, he is not the kind of person who spends money indiscriminately." Liszt was soon relieved. Having his own piano made him happy.
After taking a sip of milk tea, he changed the music score.
It was "To Accompany You," which he had "composed" on the ship. This score was similar to "Für Elise," which was a very simple type. With the performance skills he had inherited from his predecessor and the influence of a good piano tutor, he could at least reach the level of an amateur level ten, which was enough for him to play a simple song.
"With my name as the Piano King Liszt, playing amateur level 4 or 5 songs is easy!"
Dang!
His fingertips pressed down hard on the piano keys, and the performance began, carrying with it a faint melancholy melody.
In an instant, Liszt seemed to have returned to the time when he was admiring the blue sky and white clouds on the voyage. The poignant melody contained longing, striving, yearning, and perseverance.
Even though he knew that it was a tragedy, he still marched forward without hesitation.
Dang dang dang dang.
When the last key fell, Liszt felt like he was about to cry from the beautiful performance. Music could move people's hearts, and the piano, as the king of musical instruments, was particularly charming. At this moment, he finally believed that he had the talent to be a pianist. The king of the piano lived in his heart.
Dang!
He played it again, and again.
He didn't stop until he had played "With You" and "To Alice" flawlessly. He felt that after the baptism of music, his dusty soul had regained its clarity.
He glanced out the window.
The setting sun was exceptionally bright.
"It's time to take the pill."
The thick bast paper was spread on the desk, the quill pen was inserted in the ink box, and Liszt took out two thorns potions and a flame potion from the gem space.
The crystal hourglass on the table was turned upside down.
When the sand began to flow down, he immediately took the first thorns potion. The warm magic of chaos brewed and diffused in his body, giving him a feeling of swelling. He opened his eyes, while maintaining the transformation of magic into qi and circulating it in his meridians, he quietly looked at the hourglass.
When the hourglass flowed down for five minutes, he suddenly opened a flame potion and drank it.
The surging fire magic burst in an instant, wrapped in chaos magic, as if some kind of chemical reaction had occurred, creating a larger, more surging magic, crashing into every cell in his limbs. His face was red, his forehead was sweating, and his body had a vague tearing pain.
After a full ten minutes, the pain subsided slightly. He glanced at the hourglass, silently opened the second thorns potion, and drank the potion.
The magic of chaos emerged again, covering the damaged body that had been impacted by the flame potion, and solidifying the effects of the previous potion.
When the body recovered to its best state, the hourglass had also finished half an hour of sand.
The sun was about to set.
"Phew, comfortable." Feeling the total amount of qi that was rising every day, Liszt's mouth was full of smiles, and he began to write today's potion experience in ink and record the data.
"The time needs to be fine-tuned, the dosage of the flame potion needs to be redistributed, and the total amount of each potion needs to be reduced, so as to achieve the minimum loss and maximum gain."
The recording was completed.
He took out another piece of thick bast paper, established a coordinate system with all the data according to the X and Y axes, drew a curve, and accurately calculated the direction of subsequent fine-tuning.
It was more brain-intensive.
Just the number of coordinate systems drawn for various comparisons had reached 11. However, the final result obtained by referring to these 11 variables had a very high accuracy rate. He was now close to figuring out the best potion plan that his body could bear.
Compared to when he had just become an Elite Earth Knight, the total amount of qi had now doubled. He felt that he could fight against two Elite Earth Knights, which was the strength of a potion-addicted Earth Knight.
The Combat Skill School relied entirely on honing one's skills.
As for the Combat Skill School, they only needed to keep on honing their skills.
Even if you honed your skills for ten days, it was not as good as me taking a potion once. "This is probably the so-called 'one man can defeat ten men', a person with great strength can defeat ten people who know martial arts. An Elite Earth Knight who takes potions every day can defeat ten Elite Earth Knights who only know fighting skills. "
What's more, Liszt did not only know how to take potions, he was also honing his fighting skills.
He was completely proficient in [Fire Surge] and [Fire Dragon Drill], and [Multiple Arrows] had also reached great success. Even Markus could not successfully practice the ultimate meaning of multiple phantom arrows, he could also fully master it.
Cultivation talent, potion wealth, hard work and perseverance, he did not lack any.
He stood up, put away the thick bast paper, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the distant burning clouds: "How far away am I from becoming a Sky Knight?"
He did not know.
He only knew that he should continue to take potions!
Walking out of the study, he saw the maid Little Lily bending over to clean the aisle, her plump buttocks sticking out, as if inviting him to pick more.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Little Lily hurriedly stood up and bowed to Liszt: "Master."
The girl became more and more slender and elegant.
Liszt was in a good mood, with a gentle smile on his face: "You have worked hard."
"Ah, Master, Little Lily is very happy working in the castle, it's not hard at all." She hurriedly said, with a sincere smile on her face.
Life in the castle, this time last year, she did not dare to imagine.
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