After putting the paper ball on the table, Lucien took out the letter from the box and unfolded it. Indeed, there were a few lines of black words on it.
"It seems that you have received our gift, Mr. Evans. Those three fingers are a warning to you not to do anything stupid. Everything you do is under our control and observation. Our power is beyond your imagination. It's more legendary than the stories you heard from the bards in the taverns. Alright, crush the 'Sphere of Scene.' You will see what you want to see. "
When Lucien received the dark black sphere, he had already felt its magnetism. He determined that it was a recording of scenes, so he crushed it without hesitation.
Black smoke spread out and gathered in front of Lucien, gradually showing a dynamic black-and-white three-dimensional image.
The people inside were Chorre, Alisa, and Elwyn. They were sitting around a brown wooden table in a narrow wooden house.
Elwyn's eyes were half-closed, and he nodded repeatedly. He looked sleepy, while Chorre and Alisa looked worried. Their hands were tied with white cloth strips. Through the small window of the wooden house, they could see the thick darkness outside and a few twinkling stars in the sky. The Silver Moon was completely obscured by the darkness.
This dynamic scene lasted for a total of one minute.
The original lines of words on the letter disappeared, and new words appeared. "Mr. Evans, you have seen that they are still alive. In the future, whenever there are different weather and scenery at night, we will record a scene for you. You can tell that each scene belongs to a different day through the rain, wind, lightning, the degree of incompleteness of the Silver Moon, and the number of stars. You see, our reputation has always been good. "
"This makes me feel a lot more at ease. By the way, if John comes back, what should I tell him? "
Lucien nodded. In his mind, the small part of the starry sky that he saw through the small window was already in his mind. Then, he compared it with the large number of astrological diagrams drawn in different seasons and places in the witch's notes so that he could tell which stars they were. He also recorded the brightness of the stars with the magnitude of the stars. In addition, he also recorded and calculated the angle when he looked through the wooden window, the initial position of the stars in the sky, and the changes in the position of the stars in the sky during the one minute long scene.
The school of Astrology was the school of magic that Lucien had studied the most deeply.
Lucien's knowledge of Astrology had almost been completely mastered by the apprentices, not to mention his astronomical knowledge, which was even more advanced than ancient magic.
"I'm very satisfied that you can take the initiative to ask me how to deal with it. Mr. Evans, it seems that you have gradually accepted your fate. If John comes back, you can tell him directly. I believe that he won't risk his father, mother, and brother's lives. By the way, Mr. Evans, please be careful when you go to the Ratacia Palace tomorrow. "
Lucien would go to the Ratacia Palace every Tuesday and Thursday at eleven o 'clock in the morning to discuss music with Princess Natasha. If the princess needed, she could summon Lucien at any time. Of course, the payment would be calculated separately.
The words appeared and disappeared one after another. Finally, the letter stopped changing. Lucien folded the letter and wrapped the three broken fingers again, putting them back into the box.
…
Lucien, whose mind was full of astrological diagrams, slowly walked on the way to the Musicians' associations.
"I mentioned it yesterday, and I received the images and fingers today. So I can make a basic judgment. Uncle Chorre and his family are in a village, a town, or a forest near Aalto, or even a secret place in the city of Aalto."
With this judgment, Lucien could leave out many of the astrological diagrams in the witch's notes. Soon, by comparing a large number of astrological diagrams drawn in Aalto, as well as the preliminary calculation of the trajectory and speed of the stars, he was able to determine the identity of the stars. Then, by looking up the star's star catalog, he found all kinds of data about one of the known stars. Then, according to the relative position of the star last night and the angle of observation, Lucien had a preliminary result:
"The wooden house is located in the west of Aalto, about twenty kilometers away, which means it's deep in the Metzer Black Forest." On a simple map of Aalto that he found in the music library, Lucien marked the location of the wooden house with a small error. "It's within two hundred meters."
"I hope that when I see the images in the future, it's still in that wooden house, so I can correct the data with the Silver Moon and other natural sceneries." The star catalog on Earth was useless here. What Lucien relied on was the star catalog and astrological diagrams used by the ancient sorcerers of the school of Astrology, so there must be some errors. In order to be completely accurate, he had to use other methods to correct it.
However, it was relatively easy for him to find the wooden house within two hundred meters. Therefore, Lucien was slightly excited. The only problem was that he was not powerful enough. The enemies who were watching him were much more powerful than him. Since Argent Horn dared to carry out several operations in Aalto, which was controlled by the Church, they were definitely not weak. Even if the powerful figures of the cult had other important things to do, and they were not responsible for guarding Chorre's family, Lucien estimated that the enemies were at least as powerful as the official priests.
"Every step is so difficult." Lucien held back his impatience and sighed softly in his heart.
Although Lucien had been doing his best since he found out the problem, and he had found out a lot of things, including the location of Chorre's family, it was still far from enough to deal with such a powerful enemy!
…
Lucien arrived at the association. Today, there were two other girls guarding the hall. One of them stood up and bowed slightly, "Good morning, Mr. Evans. Mr. Hank said that if you come, please go to his office. He has already arranged a private lounge for you. "
Originally, Lucien wanted to find a quiet piano room, but it would be better if he had his own lounge. Therefore, he directly climbed up to the third floor and found Hank. Under Hank's guidance, Lucien found his own lounge on the third floor.
"Evans, this place belongs to you from now on, unless you die or join a music association in other countries." Hank opened the door of the lounge and pointed at the luxuriously decorated room.
The building of the Concert Association was very large, and the atrium even included a garden. On the third floor, there were seventy to eighty lounges, and nearly half of the second floor were lounges. In addition, musicians in Aalto were very popular on the mainland, and many people accepted the invitation to leave after they became famous. Therefore, almost half of the lounges were empty.
A thick dark yellow carpet, a red wooden desk, a wardrobe, a coffee table, a set of sofas wrapped in a beautiful dark blue cloth jacket, exquisite statues, decorations, and oil lamps, a small room with a half-open door with a bed, and a milky white piano. This was the lounge that only musicians could have. The Aalto Music Association had already treated Lucien as a musician.
Lucien smiled politely, "Thank you, Mr. Hank. I am very satisfied."
"This is what I should do, Evans. You can just call me Hank." Hank smiled and turned to leave.
Walking into the lounge, Lucien closed the door tightly, deliberately releasing the emotions that he had suppressed before, the grief and resentment after seeing the three broken fingers.
After anxiously walking around the lounge a few times, Lucien suddenly sat in front of the milky white piano, pressed his hands heavily, and played the Symphony of Fate, the only piece of music that he could play proficiently.
The passionate melody began to reverberate in the hall. Lucien started to curse in a low voice when the loud voice suppressed all the other sounds.
"This group of bastards, they actually kidnapped Uncle Chorre and his family, and let me get close to Her Royal Highness."
…
Such words kept coming out of Lucien's mouth under the cover of the music. Venting was not Lucien's purpose, but to test the ability of the other party to monitor him.
After finishing playing, Lucien stood up and let out a long breath. Even if the other party really did monitor him, he could explain that he was venting his emotions, so as not to cause any problems in front of the princess tomorrow.
At noon, when he returned to his home in Aderon, Lucien was relieved to find that the letter only said one sentence, "It's a good choice to vent your emotions with music, Mr. Evans."
Perhaps the other party wanted to use this kind of reminder to show that they could monitor everything about Lucien, so that Lucien would not dare to have any other thoughts.
But for Lucien, it was an important test!
…
At two o 'clock in the afternoon, Lucien arrived at Victor's home on time.
Although the butler Ace did not say anything, his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Lucien. Having accompanied Victor for most of his life, he was very happy that Victor could hold a concert successfully.
When Renee, Colin, and David saw Lucien coming in, they all stood up and greeted him, "Good afternoon, Mr. Evans."
Although Lucien's story had not yet spread from the musicians to the civilians, the three of them had already known about Lucien from the conversation between Phyllis and Annie. Their shock and disbelief made them subconsciously treat Lucien the same way they treated Victor when they saw Lucien, whose status had greatly changed. "It's only been a month, and the world has become so strange?"
Lot stood up with a smile and hugged Lucien, "Until now, I still can't believe that all of this is true."
Phyllis also walked over and whispered in Lucien's ear, "Everything went well. I should be able to give you the Moonlight Rose by this time tomorrow."
"Thank you, Phyllis." Lucien thanked her sincerely in a low voice.
Such a scene made Lott mutter in his heart, "When did they become so close? Are women born better than men when it comes to interacting with men? "
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