Victor was not an idiot who only focused on music. He could clearly feel Wolf's hostility. He was angry and amused at the same time. It was not like he stole Wolf's opportunity to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall. It was just that he and Wolf had entered the final discussion when the board of directors was selecting musicians. If he had to blame someone, it was probably Wolf himself who was better at writing reviews than composing music, forgetting his own musical pursuits.
"Of course, Wolf. I just finished writing a piano concerto. I'm very satisfied with it. Do you want to listen to it in advance?" Victor smiled and retorted. His piano concerto had already been registered with the Musicians' associations, so he was not worried that Wolf would plagiarize it after listening to it.
Wolf did not expect Victor to be so confident after several weeks of depression. His face immediately turned pale. He groaned and said stiffly, "Victor, I'd better keep a little curiosity. I hope that in three months, in the Psalm Hall, you won't let me down." Victor was so confident that Wolf was afraid that after listening to his piano concerto, not only would he not be able to think of any harsh words to attack him, but he would also not be able to eat or sleep well for the next three months.
Victor spread out his hands and said with a smile, "What a pity. I was hoping that you could give me some advice."
Wolf did not want to continue on this topic. He turned his eyes and saw Lucien next to Victor. Seeing his old, cheap linen clothes, Wolf raised his chin in disdain and said, "Victor, when did you get to know a lowly, uneducated poor?"
Although Wolf's great-grandfather did not have a noble title for several generations, Wolf still had a viscount and several lords among his distant relatives. It did not prevent him from thinking of himself as a member of the nobility. He looked down on Victor, who was a commoner, and always maintained a cold and noble attitude, not to mention poor people like Lucien. In addition, Wolf hated and hated Victor. Seeing Lucien next to him was like seeing a disgusting mouse running to his dinner table.
Lucien was deeply amused by Wolf's almost abusive tone, other than a slight anger. No matter where it was, as long as there was a difference in wealth and status, there would be people who would artificially use it to distinguish between the rich and the poor. Modern society was slightly better, but this strange fusion of the Renaissance and the Dark Middle Ages in another world was completely naked and proud of it. If one wanted to change this discrimination, one could only rely on one's own strength.
Victor was a commoner, and also had an indescribable disgust towards Wolf's attitude. He frowned and said seriously, "Watch your words, Wolf. This is Lucien, who recently learned music from me. Yes, a young man with a lot of musical talent."
Although Victor did not discriminate against the poor, the atmosphere, atmosphere, and education of the whole world had a deep impact on him. Therefore, when introducing Lucien, in order to not let him be discriminated against, Victor could not help but boast. Even now, he was not sure if Lucien was born with a sense of music.
"Hahaha, him, hahahaha, he has musical talent? A lowly commoner who has never been influenced and educated in music has musical talent? Victor, I think your brain has become abnormal in preparation for the concert. " Wolf seemed to have heard a very funny joke. He laughed until he lost his demeanor and leaned forward and back. The sullen mood just now completely disappeared, and he laughed loudly at Victor and Lucien.
Victor did not expect that his boasting out of goodwill would cause such a big reaction from Wolf. While he sighed that he could not understand Wolf, he could only continue stubbornly, "Aalto is the City of Psalms and the Capital of Music. Everyone here is favored by the Lord and influenced by music. Even among the poor, there are many outstanding bards. Moreover, some people's musical talent is a gift from the Lord. They are born with it, and the influence and education that they receive later on can only wipe away the dust that covers the gem's brilliance and let it shine with its original brilliance, right?"
Wolf shook his head with a smile and pointed at Lucien, "There are indeed such musical geniuses, but since they are blessed by the Lord, the Blessing of the Blood should be easily activated. So, Her Highness Princess Natasha is a genius, and so is Mr. Count Verdi. And your 'student', what's his name? Well, Lucien, definitely not. If he can become an outstanding musician, I'll publicly apologize to you and him on 'Music Criticism', and I'll never hold another concert again."
Wolf was so proud of himself that he made a definite speculation. However, he was also cautious and deliberately added the word "outstanding" in front of the word "musician". Anyway, as long as it was not publicly acknowledged, even if Victor came to him with this sentence, he could still deny it.
According to the information that Lucien had learned these days, Princess Natasha was the only descendant of the Grand Dukes of Orvarit. She was the Violet Count, and this title was the first title that every Grand Duke had to inherit before inheriting the throne, because the Orvarit family was the Violet family. She was very talented in music. She was good at violin, flute, and harpsichord. If it were not for her identity, she would have become an outstanding musician. Of course, as a Knight, Natasha was also an outstanding level five Knight. At the age of twenty-five, she was not far from becoming a Sky Knight.
Count Verdi was also a member of the House of Violet, and he was the nephew of the grand duke. He had written quite a few excellent pieces of music. Currently, he was not in his own territory. Instead, he was in Aalto as the highest commander of the city guards, and he had just become a level five grand knight.
After finishing his words, Wolf did not look at Victor, but walked towards the stairs with a smile.
Victor shook his head in disgust and said to Lucien, "Don't mind this narrow-minded, mean, vulgar guy. Just focus on your studies. You can take care of other things in the afternoon, and come to Elena tomorrow morning and ask her to take you to the library. Well, from now on, you can have one day off a week. As for whether it's Saturday or Sunday, it depends on you and your partner who manages the library. Well, I'm going to the concert hall now."
After watching Victor leave, Lucien turned around and handed the contract to Elena, "Tomorrow, I'll have to trouble you, Elena."
"It's my job, Lucien." Elena smiled, "That's my job, Lucien. By the way, don't mind Mr. Wolf. In the association, most people don't like him, except for the directors. Well, the directors with the title of nobility. "
"Haha, Mr. Wolf, who always looks at us with his chin arrogantly, will look at the chins of the directors humbly and respectfully?" Lucien mocked Elena based on the meaning of her words, which made Elena giggle.
After chatting with Elena for a while, Lucien was busy going back to explore the entrance of the sewer, so he said goodbye.
After taking a few steps, Lucien suddenly heard Elena's call. He turned around and looked at her in confusion, "Lucien!"
Elena clenched her right hand into a small fist and waved it, "Lucien, I believe in you. Even if you can't become a musician, you have to become an excellent musician. Let's see what Mr. Wolf's expression will be then!"
Before working in the Musicians' associations, Elena's life was between the poor and the ordinary. Therefore, she was very dissatisfied with Wolf's tone just now.
Lucien waved his fist and said perfunctorily, "Of course!"
… …
It was past nine o 'clock in the evening. Except for a few drunkards, there was no one in Aderon. In the silence of the night, there was only the low barking of wild dogs. For the poor people in this world, they always went to bed early and got up early. There was no colorful nightlife at night, and they also needed to get up early in the morning to make a living.
During dinner, Lucien told Uncle Chorre and Aunt Alisa that he got a very good job with the help of Mr. Victor. After that, Lucien went back to his cottage to meditate and analyze the magic he was going to learn later.
Sneaking out of the cottage, Lucien gently closed the wooden door and walked towards a remote sewer entrance that he had explored in the afternoon. When he finished analyzing the four magic circles, he would be able to use some magic materials to set up some weakened or auxiliary versions of the official spells. For example, Small Petrification to Mud, which meant that he could open a secret passage in his cottage to the sewer and build a magic lab in the sewer. By then, he would not need to go in and out of the sewer, which would raise suspicions.
After making sure that no one was around, Lucien carefully entered the sewer entrance.
This time, although Lucien was still not used to the disgusting smell and the slippery and dirty environment, he was still eager to learn magic. Walking in and out of the sewer, Lucien looked for a remote corner and started to draw a rough map of the sewer in the Library of the Soul.
During the process, Lucien also scraped some moss off the wall and put it in his left pocket. The moss was called Fluorescent Moss, and it was the casting material for an apprentice-level spell called Forbidden Light.
While searching, Lucien felt strange that he still did not see any beggars living in the sewer. The sewer was very quiet, and Lucien's footsteps were very creepy.
Soon, Lucien found a place that was very suitable for his magic experiment. It was a three-way road. The first ten steps were blocked by a huge rock, and the left side led deeper into the sewer. As long as he stood in a good position, he could easily see if there was anyone coming from the left or the back.
Lucien took out a ball of sulfur powder from the right pocket of his linen jacket and sighed. If he could not become a real sorcerer, it would be very troublesome to carry all kinds of magic materials with him. Lucien only had four kinds of materials, and he could put them in four different pockets. For those who had hundreds of kinds of materials, he would have to wear a special magic robe with rows of small pockets in the belt.
Recalling the structure of the spell that he had analyzed and the process that he understood, Lucien reached out his right hand and rubbed the sulfur powder with his fingers. Then, he made some strange and awkward sounds. Under the illumination of the fluorescent light, his face looked very serious and gloomy.
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