"Thank you, everyone. So many monthly votes. I'm in the lead again. I'm very happy. Even if I can't maintain it in the future, I'm still happy. That is because I saw everyone's passion. Although the Great Alliance is good, to me, the most important thing is everyone's support. Unity is strength. If you don't accumulate, you won't be able to travel a thousand miles.
Well, I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Anyway, thank you. "
…
The Month of Life (March), the weather gradually got rid of the cold. The caravans, vehicles, and travelers in Aalto began to slowly increase.
In the last week of March, it seemed that people from all the countries around the continent had come to Aalto. This big city in the western part of the continent became crowded and lively. In a few days, the mainland's music festival, "Aalto Music Festival", which was held once every three years, would be held. Countless musicians, bards, nobles, and merchants who loved music were rushing to Aalto one after another.
In addition, Aalto was originally the last big city for adventurers and mercenaries before they entered the Dark Mountain Range. Therefore, during this period of time, Aalto exploded with unprecedented vitality and vitality.
Even in the afternoon, the city gate of Norland was still crowded. The beautiful girl with pink hair, Lilith, helplessly pulled her brother, Sala, and slowly followed the crowd into the city.
"Brother, where are you looking? Focus on walking! " Lilith gritted her teeth and growled at Sala. However, she habitually did not speak loudly, as if she was afraid of attracting attention.
The sixteen-year-old Lilith was lively and beautiful, but there seemed to be a faint melancholy hidden in her temperament. This made many boys in her hometown fall in love with her. There was even a son of a small noble who wanted to give up his title for her. He did not want to marry a noble of the same bloodline.
Sala tried hard to stretch his neck with an excited expression on his face, "Lilith, look, that's a moon elf! What a delicate and beautiful face! That pair of ears can move by themselves just like in the legends. They're so cute! "He said to his sister while pointing at a few beautiful elf girls who were entering the city together.
Lilith's curiosity was piqued. She stood on her tiptoes and struggled to look in that direction.
These moon elves had skin that resembled the Silver Moon, exquisite and beautiful appearances, and several mysterious and beautiful "divine runes" on their necks. Their long fingers and slightly swaying pointy ears all made these moon elves exude a mystical charm.
"She's not much prettier than me." Lilith stomped on the ground and muttered softly. Then, she pinched Sala hard. "Brother, keep your perverted heart and watch your behavior. This is Aalto, a city that 'God is watching'!"
When she said the words "God is watching," Lilith subconsciously lowered her voice and cautiously looked at the crowd around her.
Sala, who had pink hair, looked a lot like his sister. He looked slightly feminine. Seeing that they had entered the city, he hurriedly pulled his sister to a remote corner and said, "Lilith, relax. Do you think it's easier to arouse the Church's suspicion if you keep a low profile like this, or if I keep a relaxed and enthusiastic attitude like this?"
"But we're … we're apprentices after all." Lilith looked around and mumbled the word "apprentice".
Sala spread out his hands, "So what? Nobody in Aalto knows. We'll leave after asking a few questions from the scholars. "
"Aren't we going to the Aalto Music Festival, brother?" Lilith looked very disappointed.
Sala shook his head, showing the majesty of a brother, "We have to see the result of the interpretation. If we don't have enough time, we have to leave right away. Lilith, we can still attend the music festival in three years, and whether we can become official sorcerers or not is probably the only chance in our lives! Don't be capricious. We'll be mysterious and powerful sorcerers. "
Sala only mouthed the word "sorcerer".
"I understand. The Aalto Music Festival is held every three years." Lilith, who grew up in the oppressive and terrifying life where she could be caught and killed by the Church at any time, knew that she did not have the right to be capricious. "We'll be noble and mysterious sorcerers."
…
In the Copper Crown Tavern, adventurers and mercenaries were talking and laughing loudly. Occasionally, two of them would fall in love with each other, and they would go to the back door of the tavern or the guest room on the second floor to solve their physical or financial problems.
Lilith grew up in a small town. Although there were many hooligans in the tavern, none of them were as ferocious and unscrupulous as the people here. After struggling to avoid many pairs of malicious hands, she finally squeezed to the front of the bar with her brother Sala.
"Hey, why don't you have a drink?" As usual, the dwarf Cohen was already drunk.
Suppressing the urge to use magic to kill all the damned men behind her, Lilith nodded to Cohn. She probably knew the rules of the tavern. "Give us two mugs of ale."
Cohen cheered, "Hiccup, I, the dwarf Cohen, like you the most. I'll buy you another cup of ale."
Three cups of foaming, fragrant ale were soon placed in front of Sala and Lilith.
After paying the money, Sala took a sip of the wine and said, "It's a good ale."
"Of course, I, the dwarf Cohen, will not sell wine that I don't like." Cohen's eyes suddenly became sober, "How can I help you?"
"Dwarf uncle, we're from a small town near Aalto. Some time ago, we got an ancient document by accident, and we're looking for a scholar to decipher the content." Lilith vaguely explained the purpose of their visit, "Can you introduce a few scholars to us?"
Cohen burped, "Ancient document? Is it written in the language of the Magic Empire or the common language? Or elvish, dwarvish, dragon, abyssal, or hell? "
"The manuscript we got is not the original document. It's been translated into the common language." Sala and her sister looked at each other and nodded, "But we can't understand the manuscript at all because we don't have the first and second part of the document. That's why we're looking for a scholar to decipher it."
Cohen chuckled, "I'm afraid this document is related to a treasure, right?" As the owner of the Adventurer Tavern for so many years, he had seen a lot of similar things. Some people became rich and bought manors, and some disappeared forever.
"We don't know, because we can't understand it at all." Lilith hid the key point and tried to put on an honest smile.
Cohen took a sip of ale and said, "The reason why I'm still alive is that I never ask the secrets of my customers. If you want a scholar to decipher your document, it can only be a historian. In Aalto, there are famous historians like Beck, Alfonsol … "
"Which one do you think is the best?" Lilith asked cautiously, "Or who's the most suitable one?"
Cohen shook his braided golden beard in an exaggerated way, "None of them are suitable, because they're all nobles! Only nobles and priests are proficient in the ancient language, can read historical documents, and know a lot of secrets. If you show your manuscript to them, there's a high chance that they'll find something wrong. "
"Are there really no suitable scholars?" Both Lilith and Sala were disappointed, but they had to admit that Cohen was right. If they showed such an ancient document to the nobles, they would be easily suspected, and once they were suspected, they would be arrested and interrogated by the powerful Church and the nobles. "Are there no historians who are not nobles?"
Such historians could not get in touch with many secret documents, and they were not very vigilant against sorcerers and cultists.
Cohn shook his head again, "If you're not a noble, you can't become a historian. Wait … "He suddenly remembered something," I know a scholar who was born poor, and he's also a 'historian'. "
"Who is it?" Lilith asked expectantly, and so did Sala.
Cohen said proudly, "This scholar is Lucien Evans, a genius musician and a 'historian'."
"The Mr. Evans who wrote the piano sketches of For Sylvia and the first movement of Serenade in G major?" Lilith's mouth was wide open. The expression on her face was very complicated. There was surprise, fanaticism, surprise, and disbelief. "He is also a historian?"
Sala's expression was not much better than her sister's.
Cohen finished the glass of wine, "You don't believe me? I watched Lucien grow up. He's a very smart and talented young man. Anyway, I heard from the Musicians' associations that many musicians would ask Lucien about history when they were writing music or operas, and they called him 'historian'. It seems that in order to create new works, he read all the non-secret historical documents in the Ratacia Palace with the permission of Her Royal Highness. Her Royal Highness even asked Mr. Beck to help him translate ancient books and documents. "
"But even so, Mr. Evans has only been studying history for five or six months." Sala still did not believe it.
Cohen was not satisfied, "Humph, Her Royal Highness and Mr. Beck both praised Lucien for his excellent organizing and summarizing talent, his unique ideas about history, and his good memory. In five or six months, he could become a qualified historian. Geniuses don't need a reason! "
Ever since Lucien became famous, Victor's words were well-known in Aalto.
"If there are no other suitable scholars, maybe we can go to Mr. Evans." Lilith looked at her brother carefully and expectantly.
Cohen saw her expression, "Little girl, you want to meet Lucien very much?"
"Of course, I like Mr. Evans' music very much, especially 'For Sylvia'. He used simple melodies to show us pure and beautiful music." Lilith was excited, "I want to attend the Aalto Music Festival just to meet Mr. Evans and listen to his performance."
"Dwarf uncle, you've watched Mr. Evans grow up. Can you tell me if he's elegant and handsome?" Lilith asked expectantly and shyly.
Cohen laughed, "Of course, Lucien is a handsome young man."
After getting a satisfactory answer, Lilith looked at her brother. Her expectant eyes made Sala's heart soften. Besides, there were no other suitable scholars, so he nodded and said, "Let's go to Mr. Evans later."
"You'll have to wait until tomorrow," Cohn reminded them. "Because Lucien is preparing for the music festival, he's staying in his manor, Brons, on the outskirts of the city. It's almost time for the city gate to close."
"Brons" meant "quiet" in the common language.
Lilith pulled her brother's sleeve and walked out, "Let's go now."
"What if we can't enter the city at night?" Sala was puzzled.
"We can use Mr. Evans' manor."
"…"
…
When Lilith and Sala arrived at Brons' manor, it was already dark. The main house of the manor was like a monster lurking in the darkness.
"Why does this manor feel so gloomy …" Lilith shuddered subconsciously.
Sala felt the same, but he forced a smile, "It's always like this at night."
After telling the guards of the manor why they were here, Lilith and Sala were quickly greeted by the butler, Mr. López.
"Master asked me to bring you to the living room." López was the original butler of the manor. He was in his fifties and was solemn and steady. Lucien was not replaced because he would leave at any time.
The sky was dark, but it was not dinner time. The main house was not lit yet, which made it even gloomier.
After sitting on the sofa in the living room and waiting patiently for a few minutes, Lilith and Sala saw a young man in a black coat and white shirt coming down the stairs. The dark corner of the stairs made him look even more mysterious and quiet with his black hair and black eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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