Holding the purse in his hand and feeling its weight, Lucien was slightly excited. It was just like when he was on Earth, he suddenly received a huge sum of money of more than 300,000 yuan with a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan. Therefore, even though Lucien was able to keep calm after so many things, he was still quite emotional. Not to mention that the money represented the hope for Lucien to quickly improve his ability to protect himself in a short period of time.
"It seems that I'm half a money-grubber." Lucien mocked himself in his heart. After saying goodbye to Hank, he walked to the music library on the second floor. After all, he had known Pieroux for more than two months and could barely be counted as a friend. He still needed to tell him that he was leaving the library.
Hank looked at Lucien's emotional changes and forced calmness and felt that it was normal. He shook his head with a smile and muttered, "It's good to be young and talented." If Lucien did not care about so many Quintal, or if he was as expressionless as a dead person, Hank would feel that he was very strange.
Originally, Lucien should have received 34 Quintal, but as usual, Lucien did not ask, and Hank certainly would not mention it himself.
… …
In the music library, Pieroux was sitting behind a wooden cabinet in a daze, with two newspapers spread out in front of him.
"Good morning, Pieroux." Lucien walked over and greeted him.
Pieroux seemed to be awakened from a dream. He looked at the person in front of him in confusion, "Lucien …" As soon as he said the name, Pieroux's face darkened, "Maybe I should call you Mr. Evans."
His attitude was out of Lucien's expectation. After more than two months together, Lucien knew Pieroux's character well. He did not think that he was stupid or arrogant. Even if he was jealous, he would not show it. "Pieroux?"
"Why, why are you playing the piano like this? Do you know how to play the harpsichord or not? " Pieroux gritted his teeth and looked at Lucien with disgust in his dark brown eyes.
Lucien's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head and looked at the two newspapers in front of Pieroux.
They were the "Music Review" and "Symphony News" that had just been printed and released today. On the spread out pages, there was a review of Victor's piano concerto.
Lucien did not need to read it carefully. He had already found the corresponding articles in the two newspapers that he had saved in the Library of the Soul. read the articles.
The latter half of the two articles discussed Victor's fingering skills when playing the piano. One article thought that it brought out the characteristics of this new instrument and was an improvement worthy of praise. The other article thought that it went against the classic fingering skills that many great musicians and famous musicians had gradually formed after countless performances. It was a betrayal of tradition and music. The so-called improvement was not even understood.
Lucien understood the meaning of Pieroux's words, but he still did not understand why his reaction was so intense. Wasn't this a problem that those gentlemen would argue about?
"Do you understand the art of harpsichord playing?" Pieroux asked again.
"Piano, harpsichord …" When Lucien heard this, he suddenly remembered that Pieroux had introduced him to a book, "The Art of Harpsichord Playing", after learning that he was learning the piano. Lucien carefully took out the book from the Library of the Soul and looked at the cover carefully. "Author: Antonio Sandor?"
"Pieroux, who is Mr. Antonio Sandor?" Lucien asked with some understanding.
Pieroux was stunned, and then said proudly, "He is my father, a great harpsichord player. I will not tolerate you destroying his art."
Lucien did not want to argue with him about these things. He pressed down with his right hand. "The standard of fingering is the performance of the music. Let time prove it. Well, Piero, I'll be leaving the library from today onwards. "
But Pieroux did not want to let Lucien go. He said with disgust, "I misjudged you, Lucien. You are a person who thinks that you have musical talent and squander it casually. You do not respect tradition. If you do not give up your fingering skills, you will only go further and further down the wrong path and lose the reputation of being a genius."
Lucien wanted to say something, but seeing Pieroux's firm and stubborn attitude, he gave up and turned to leave. This kind of thing could not be persuaded.
"I thought I would become Pieroux's friend." When Lucien left the library, he sighed to himself. Not every good person he met could become his friend. Most of them would drift away from him for various reasons after a brief encounter.
… …
Since the concert ended successfully yesterday, Victor announced that the study would resume from Monday to Friday. After being busy for so long, whether it was Victor, Lot, Phyllis, or Herodotus, they all needed a rest. Today was Sunday, and they needed to go to church. Therefore, the piano room on the fourth floor was empty. Lucien, who wanted to talk to Phyllis, could not find her.
"Maybe I should go to Phyllis's house in the noble district in the afternoon …" Lucien put away the money bag and seriously considered going to Phyllis's house. Now that he had an excuse and a reason, it was normal to be anxious. "But how can I persuade her? With a Quintal, or something else? "
Lucien went back to the hall on the first floor and asked Elena if there were any villas for rent in Gesu District.
Usually, the City Hall or the Association of Adventurers would handle the rental of houses. However, Gesu District was mainly inhabited by musicians, performers, and musicians. Therefore, the Musicians' Association was responsible for the rental of houses in this district.
After Elena's careful introduction and analysis, Lucien chose the two-story garden villa in Gesu district, which belonged to an ordinary musician. The villa was located in a remote area, and the rent was one Thale per year. Lucien was very interested in the villa, which belonged to an ordinary musician who was invited by a viscount in the Kingdom of Syracuse to be his music consultant.
Lucien was about to go to the villa to have a look. However, it was almost ten o 'clock, so he decided to leave the association and continue to deal with the things hidden in the cottage. He planned to visit the villa in the afternoon when he went to see Phyllis.
"Mr. Evans, goodbye." Elena smiled, and Kathy bowed.
…
As soon as Lucien returned to Aderon, he noticed that there were many neighbors outside Alisa's house. They were whispering to each other, just like last time when John became a formal Knight.
Because of the morning church, these poor people who worked from morning to night had a short rest during the day.
After Lucien's spiritual power was strengthened, his ears seemed to be sharper. At the door of his cottage, Lucien vaguely heard that they were talking about "Joel", "invitation", "move out", and so on. Lucien suddenly had a bad feeling, so he turned around and walked out of Auntie Alisa's house.
"Hey, Roy, what are you guys talking about?" Lucien asked a neighbor he knew.
Roy was a thirty-year-old man, so he looked very old. He didn't know that Lucien had become the music consultant of the princess. He smiled and said, "Lucien, Chorre is finally lucky. Before the church, he was invited by a noble to be a family musician in his territory. He was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth. He even took Alisa and Elwyn to pack up their luggage and leave.
"By the way, Lucien, it's said that because you became a musician, the noble invited Chorre, who taught you music since you were a kid, to be the family musician." Another neighbor, a middle-aged woman named Liz, looked at Lucien with her bright eyes, "Is it true? You really became a musician? "
"Something's not right!" Lucien smelled something strange and quickly asked, "Which noble invited Uncle Chorre?"
Even if some nobles invited Joel because he was famous and became the princess's music consultant, they wouldn't have left in such a hurry. Even if they didn't have time to inform John who left the city in the morning, they would've at least informed him.
This was definitely not Chorre's style, nor was it the noble's purpose. If he didn't tell Lucien, what good would he get from inviting Chorre?
Liz and the other neighbors shook their heads at the same time, "How dare we ask the noble's name? Judging from his formal attire and the attendants and servants he brought with him, I can tell that he is a noble. "
The more Lucien thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He forced himself to calm down and asked calmly, "Aunt Liz, did you see the noble's face clearly? Also, did he or Uncle Chorre leave any message or note for me? "
"How would we dare to look directly at the noble's face? We only know that he's a very gentlemanly old gentleman. His hair is completely white, and he's wearing a black suit with a walking stick. His attendants are all in their twenties, and they're very strong men …" Roy mainly described the 'noble's' attendants. Although he described them in detail, upon careful thought, one would realize that they didn't have any obvious characteristics. They were no different from the hundreds of strong men one would encounter in the market, the Adventurer's Guild, or the tavern every day.
Liz thought for a while and said, "Chorre asked me to tell you and John not to worry about him. When he arrives, he'll ask someone to bring you the news."
"Is there anything else?" Lucien asked, trying to calm himself down.
"No." All the neighbors shook their heads.
Lucien took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He needed to find some clues first and then inform John. These people must have some purpose, and they must have left a message.
The door of Alisa's house was tightly locked, but Lucien had a spare key in his house. Therefore, he quickly walked to his house in front of the neighbors' strange eyes.
When he opened the door, Lucien immediately sensed that something was wrong. It was a keen feeling brought by his strong soul and spiritual power.
"It seems that someone has been here. He didn't erase his scent and traces. He just let them disappear naturally."
If Lucien was not an official apprentice, he would not have noticed it.
Lucien took a closer look and saw a white letter lying quietly on the table.
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