There was a huge pile of garbage that was not suitable for the sewer. Lucien had to go back and forth seven or eight times before he finally managed to move all the garbage onto the four-wheeled cart.
In fact, every morning, the Church hired laborers to collect all the garbage in the city and transport it out of the city to prevent the city from becoming dirty and spreading diseases. But the Musicians' Association did not want to wait until the next morning. Such a huge pile of garbage was really an eyesore.
Carrying the last pile of garbage, Lucien carefully entered the hall without making any noise. He walked around the edge of the circular hall and headed towards the gate.
"Wolf, damn it, can't you just let me read the score quietly for a while?" A mellow but sharp voice suddenly sounded. At the same time, a figure in a red coat rushed down the stairs. As he walked down, he looked back and cursed. He bumped into Lucien, who did not have time to dodge.
Clang! Among the garbage that Lucien was carrying, something fell on the carpet. Even though the carpet was very thick and soft, it still made a dull sound.
The figure in the red coat swayed a few times before he regained his balance. It was Victor.
Victor took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the broken oil lamp. He handed it to Lucien, who was still trying to stabilize the garbage in his arms. "Sorry."
A middle-aged man with brown hair in a dark blue coat came down the stairs. He had an obvious curve on his chin. "Victor, the association is not just for you. I have the right to do what I want. If you want to do whatever you want, go back to your own home."
He made a gesture to emphasize his words, and there was a big smile on his face, "It's only three months before your first symphony in the Psalm Hall. I understand that you're nervous and sensitive, but don't tell me that you haven't even prepared the music yet? I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I've even planned to write an article about you on Music Criticism. "
"Damn it! Why don't you hold your own concert in the Psalm Hall?" Victor cursed in a low voice and left the hall.
Woolf's expression turned ugly. He cursed in a low voice as he returned upstairs. "If it weren't for you, three months later …"
Seeing that the quarrel had stopped, Lucien continued to walk out the door with the trash in his arms. Suddenly, he glanced around and saw the oil lamp at the top that no longer had any glass. He saw that the beautiful engravings on the lamp holder had worn out a lot. His heart skipped a beat. "This looks like metal?"
With this thought in mind, Lucien placed the last pile of trash on the four-wheeled cart. He reached out his hand to touch the lampstand and found that it was indeed made of metal. It looked like copper, but it was harder and more flexible than the copper that Lucien had seen in his previous life. "An element similar to copper? Although there isn't much metal in this lampstand, it should be worth a few Fells if I sell it to a blacksmith. "
"Money?" As a real pauper, Lucien could not help but think about the value of whatever he saw. "Maybe there's something good in this pile of trash? For example, the waste paper and the broken quill I just saw. "
Lucien's heart was full of surprise as if he had found a "treasure". Although it was so insignificant for a rich man, it was the first light of hope that Lucien could change his life. As long as he could save up five Nars, he would be able to learn how to read within a month. Whether he learned magic or not, he would be able to understand the situation in this world as long as he could learn how to read. And with his knowledge, experience, and books from another world, he would be able to find a better way to make a fortune.
Excitement, hesitation, and longing for a better future filled Lucien with energy. Pushing the four-wheeled cart, Lucien walked out of the city. But at the same time, he was also worried. Finding things that could still be used or sold in the garbage dump did not require much skill. The only thing that could stop him was the rejection of dirty things by normal people and his fists.
"As long as the gangs don't get involved, I'll be fine. As for the other beggars, I can handle them." After the fight with Gary and Corella in the sewer, Lucien was quite confident about his own strength. Although he was not as strong as an adult who had been training for a long time, he was still able to stay calm in a fight, and he was also able to strike accurately and fiercely.
Not long after he left the Musicians' Association, Lucien suddenly saw a silver-haired young man walking towards the Musicians' Association leisurely, "What's Rhein doing there?"
After realizing that Rhein, a bard, really wanted to join the Musicians' Association, Lucien quickly forgot about this matter.
When he arrived at the city gate, André still remembered Lucien. Seeing the cart full of trash, he immediately knew what mission Lucien had accepted. André smiled at him and did not bother him. Instead, he let Lucien pass by the guards and walked out of the city gate.
"They didn't send anyone to follow me. So the gangs really didn't get involved?" Lucien was curious but excited at the same time.
But Lucien did not let his guard down. After walking out of the city gate and down the Belem River for more than 20 minutes, the surroundings became quiet. Lucien pushed the four-wheeled cart into the bushes by the roadside and rummaged through the trash in the cart to find something that could be sold for money.
There was a broken oil lamp, several pieces of rusted metal, eight broken quill pens, and a lot of crumpled paper.
Lucien flipped to the end and pulled out a square transparent black veil. It had a faint fragrance and there was an obvious hole on it. It seemed to be hooked somewhere. "Looks like a veil. Maybe it belongs to a female musician."
Looking at the veil and feeling its texture, Lucien did not associate it with any erotic thoughts. He only judged whether it was valuable or not. "It should be a good black veil, but what can I use it for? Well, I can sell it to a tailor and cut it into small decorations such as skirts and coats. "
After wrapping the things he found with a few pieces of paper and hiding them nearby, Lucien continued to push the four-wheeled cart to the garbage dump downstream of the Belem River.
In less than ten minutes, Lucien arrived at the Belem River and saw the piles of garbage. But to Lucien's surprise, there was not as much garbage as he thought. Also, the place where the garbage was piled was still some distance away from the emerald-like river. It could not have been washed away by the river. "Did they gather it up and dispose of it with divine power?"
It was very quiet. Lucien did not see a single person. There was only a foul smell. "No one else came here to rummage through the garbage for valuable things? Is it because they are afraid of the plague? Or is it because they don't have the habit? "
Regardless of the reason, Lucien looked at the piles of stinky garbage as if he saw piles of money. After dealing with his own garbage, he could not help but walk around, completely ignoring the stench. Compared to the plague that had no trace, an empty bag of money was more dangerous for Lucien. Besides, there were divine power and magic in this world to treat the plague.
Of course, Lucien was also afraid of being infected. When he rummaged through the garbage, he wrapped his hands with paper and was very careful.
As an upper-class organization, the Musicians' Association naturally had more valuable things in their garbage than others. But Lucien still found many things that could be sold.
Considering that they still had to pass through the city gate, and that it was his first time, Lucien was a little nervous. So, he only took a half-rotted cloth bag and moved the rest of the things to a hidden place nearby to bury them. Then, he pushed the four-wheeled cart back the way he came. Next, he put the oil lamp wrapped in paper into the cloth bag and piled it on the four-wheeled cart. He tried his best to make it look like it was on the four-wheeled cart to avoid dirtying it.
As for the veil and other things that could be hidden on the body, Lucien naturally put them in his pocket.
When he passed through the city gate, the guard just casually glanced at him and waved his hand to let Lucien in.
Pushing the four-wheeled cart to André and Mago, Lucien saw them covering their noses in a hurry. He secretly smiled and said, "I'm Lucien. I'm here to get the reward for the Musicians' Association."
Mago stepped aside and poured out some copper Fells while cursing, "Damn it! Get the hell out of here with this dirty, stinky cart!"
André stood even further away with a habitual smile on his face. "Looks like it's your first time delivering garbage to the Belem River. It took you so long to go back and forth. Hehe, if it took you until nightfall, it wouldn't be a problem of whether you could enter the city or not. There are water ghosts there at night."
"The church didn't wipe out all the water ghosts?!" Of course, Lucien would not ask such a question out loud. He was glad that he did not arouse the suspicion of André and Mago. He quickly left the city gate and returned the four-wheeled cart to its owner.
After this trip, Lucien earned five copper Fells. However, for Lucien, the most important thing was whether he could get five Nars as soon as possible.
After returning to his house in Aderon, Lucien hid the rest of his stuff and hurriedly went to the market with the veil.
Lucien did not know if the veil could be washed with water, so he did not do anything to it. He was very careful not to make it too dirty.
When he arrived at a tailor shop, Lucien was a bit hesitant. He was worried that he would be scolded or kicked out of the shop. When he was still a salesman, his face turned red and he did not know what to say. Therefore, he decided that he did not have the talent for salesmanship and gave up.
"I'm worried because I don't want to lose face. What's the point of losing face in my current situation? Can my face turn black bread into white bread? Can it let me eat steak, cod, and wine? Can it let me learn how to read? "
Lucien had been through a lot since he came to this world. He had even been on the verge of death. At this moment, he only hesitated for a bit before he made up his mind. He took off his face, put it in his pocket, and walked into the tailor shop without any hesitation.
In the shop was a white-haired old man wearing glasses. Seeing Lucien coming in, the old man asked in confusion, "What's the matter?" Judging from Lucien's clothes, Lucien did not look like someone who could enter such a high-end tailor shop.
Lucien smiled warmly, "Sir, do you need a black veil? I have a nice one here …"
Before Lucien could finish, the old man interrupted him, "What do you have? A black veil? Get out, you liar!"
While cursing, the old man walked out of the counter and pushed Lucien out of the shop. He did not give Lucien a chance to take out the black veil, "Even if you have one, it's stolen. I'm a real tailor, and I only buy my fabrics from Lauch's Trading Firm."
After being pushed out of the shop, Lucien had no choice but to look for the next shop. He decided to change his method.
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