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Opening the magic notes, Lucien saw rows upon rows of strange letters and words. They were not one of the two languages that he knew before his transmigration. After his transmigration, he was a poor person, so it was normal that he had not learned any language. Being able to understand and speak the language of this world instinctively without affecting communication was already the luckiest thing that Lucien had encountered so far.
Therefore, the current Lucien was tragically illiterate. He could only look at the magic notes without understanding a single word.
Lucien laughed self-deprecatingly. "Being illiterate really doesn't feel good."
Although Lucien had experienced a lot since his transmigration, he was much more mature and calm than before. Even before reading the notes, he was still worried about the threat of the Church and was hesitant to learn magic. But now, the huge disappointment still hit Lucien's heart. As a modern university student with ideals, morals, culture, and discipline, being illiterate did not feel good, especially when words were related to extraordinary and inhuman power.
Without much hesitation, Lucien calmed down for a moment and made up his mind. "The most important thing now is to learn the language of this world!"
Even if he did not choose to learn magic in the future, learning to read and gain knowledge was still a good way to get rid of his poor status and living condition. Especially under the premise that Lucien did not have great strength, a strong body, and did not know swordsmanship, it was very unlikely that he could get rid of his current status by relying on military exploits, adventures, and other means.
With this thought and decision, Lucien quickly got rid of his disappointment. His heart was filled with a little bit of passion. He continued to read the magic notes to see if there were other secrets hidden in them, such as treasure maps.
While reading, Lucien frowned slightly because he saw a lot of familiar things in the magic notes, such as many standard geometric figures and some strange patterns formed by lines.
"Magic circle or magic mark?" Lucien speculated based on the Saint Badge of Truth. Then, he quickly flipped to the back of the notes and saw rows of formulas that were similar to chemical equations, except that there were no symbols in those formulas but some words. "Magic equations? Potion formula? "
These two similarities made Lucien have some guesses, but since he couldn't read, he could only harbor some doubts.
After flipping through this magic notebook, Lucien opened another one. The words in this one were even more distorted, and the letters were similar to patterns.
"Not the same language?" Therefore, Lucien opened the third book out of curiosity. This book had drawings of plants, ores, and monsters. It seemed to be an illustrated handbook, but the text on it was the same as the text on the second magic notebook.
"The language I know is very likely to be the one in the first magic notebook." Lucien deduced how common the language was based on the difficulty of the language.
After reading the three magic notes and books over and over again, he found nothing useful. Lying on the bed, Lucien forced himself to fall asleep.
For Lucien, the desire to change his situation was so strong that he had to work hard every day from tomorrow onwards. If he was tired because of a lack of sleep, he would not be able to seize the opportunity to meet the next day.
Although the wounds on Lucien's body were completely healed by Benjamin's divine healing, Lucien still fell asleep soon after the fierce battle. He was both mentally and physically exhausted.
In the sewer, the witch's secret room had been completely destroyed.
At this time, a black rat came out of nowhere. Its eyes were blood-red, cold, and creepy.
It circled around the ruins and squeaked twice. Then, it ran towards the sewer in another direction. After a long time, it found a small hidden hole and crawled into it, disappearing.
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Early in the morning, the sound of people and water splashing could be heard in Aderon district, breaking the chill of the night. Immediately, Lucien felt alive and energetic.
Usually, Lucien would toss and turn in bed for a long time before getting up. However, as soon as he woke up, he forced himself to get out of bed, lit the stove, boiled water, and baked the last piece of black bread.
While eating the bread, which tasted like sawdust, Lucien planned his plan for the day.
If he did not have to think about other things to distract himself, Lucien would never be able to swallow this piece of black bread if he was not starving.
"First, I need to find out where I can learn how to read and write, and then I need to find a new job. Otherwise, I'll starve to death at home before I can learn how to read." Lucien did not know much about this world, so he could only make a simple plan. "It's better not to let anyone I know know, in case I give myself away."
After cleaning his face with the water in the can, he took out the seven coins from the crate and put them on himself. Although it was not much, at least he felt a bit safer.
After locking the door, Lucien walked directly to the house where Auntie Alisa lived. He had no idea about the layout of the City of Psalm, so he had to ask someone.
"Hi, Lucien." A black-haired girl greeted Lucien curiously.
Lucien did not know who she was, so he could only put on a standard smile and nodded, "Hi, I'm going to Auntie Alisa's house." Then he hurriedly walked past her.
"Hi, Lucien, what's a ghost like?"
"Lucien, how does it feel to cast magic?"
"I saw a guard lose his right hand. Was it dangerous last night?"
It was only a few steps away from Auntie Alisa's house, but Lucien had already been asked questions by several neighbors. Overnight, Lucien seemed to have become a famous person in Aderon.
Lucien did not know any of them, so he could only walk to Auntie Alisa's house perfunctorily.
Before he reached the door, Lucien heard a familiar voice, "Little Evans, you're up early today."
Lucien was secretly relieved, "Uncle Chorre, good morning."
Chorre was neatly dressed today, and he was holding a classical harp in his hand, "Little Evans, have you had breakfast yet? You've just recovered, so there's no need to rush to find something to do. Your Auntie Alisa has been asking you to come over for breakfast. "
Lucien had prepared this excuse when he asked Chorre about the terrain. Now that Chorre took the initiative to mention it, he was even more relieved, "Thank you, Uncle Chorre. I've already eaten, and with the help of Lord Chorre yesterday, I'm cured. I don't need to rest anymore."
Chorre nodded and asked Lucien to walk side by side with him, "With the priest's help, I'm relieved. Later, you can go to the Copper Crown Tavern and find the owner, Cohen. He still owes me a bottle of Rice wine. He'll introduce you to a good job."
Lucien thanked him and was about to leave when Chorre thought for a while and said seriously, "Little Evans, you're already seventeen. You're not young anymore. It's time to think about your future."
"Uncle Chorre, what do you mean?" Lucien asked.
Chorre sighed, "If you rely on your strength to do things, your body will age quickly after you're forty, and it'll be difficult for you to find another job. If you don't have any savings, you won't have a good son or daughter, and you'll be taken away by poverty and disease in a few years. Uncle Chorre has seen a lot of people like this, but few of them live past forty-five. You'd better learn a trade while you're still young. Although the apprenticeship contract is ten years, if you learn well, you'll be able to live a good life when you go to a small place in the future. "
As they spoke, the two walked along a road and passed through a gate guarded by guards. Suddenly, Lucien's eyes lit up. The wide road was clean and tidy, and there were lively shops on both sides. People wearing colorful clothes and long skirts came and went. Occasionally, there were even nobles in luxurious clothes and jewelry. Even the air seemed to be rippling with waves of beautiful music. It was like a different world from Aderon.
"Thank you, Uncle Chorre." Lucien could feel Chorre's sincere concern.
Chorre paused and smiled again, "Also, if your master only had a daughter, you might be able to become a boss directly from an apprentice. Our little Evans is quite good-looking."
Being teased by Chorre, Lucien could only smile awkwardly.
As he spoke, Qiao Er suddenly stopped and walked to the corner of the street. He placed a hat he had prepared on the ground and sat at the side, preparing to play the harp.
Was Uncle Chorre a street performer? Lucien was no stranger to this kind of thing.
Chorre pointed at a luxurious building in the distance, which was similar to the Baroque style building in Lucien's previous life. He smiled and said, "You can see the Psalm Hall from here. For me, playing here is like playing in the Psalm Hall."
Before Lucien could answer, Chorre pointed at the Psalm Hall and said, "Four hundred years ago, the Church led the Holy Helvetic Empire to the west and occupied Aalto, the last core city of the ancient Sylvanas Magic Empire. The dark creatures and monsters were driven to the depths of the Dark Mountain Range. Since then, Aalto has always been one of the most famous cities on the continent."
"Three hundred years ago, Pope Charles the First, who was still a cardinal, organized the hymns and songs of the Church in Aalto and set the standards of hymns and singing. When he became the Pope, he officially promoted Charles' hymns and choirs to every church. Since then, Aalto has been called the City of Psalm."
"Because of its close proximity to the Dark Mountain Range, many elves, dwarves, and kobolds changed their faith and became members of the Duchy. The convergence of different kinds of music made Aalto the capital of music on the continent. The appearance of polyphony, the formal formation of symphony, and the invention of musical instruments such as the Gisu violin were all made here. Great musicians have left their names in history. "
"For every bard, every musician, and every musician, playing their own music in Aalto's Psalm Hall is the greatest honor."
"Uncle Chorre, although I can't enter the Psalm Hall, I'm very happy to be able to play here."
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After saying goodbye to Chorre, Lucien asked for directions while experiencing the beauty of Aalto. There were a lot of bards playing music on the streets and corners. From time to time, he could hear the sound of music coming from the shops and houses of the residents. The whole city seemed to be shrouded in music.
When Lucien returned to Aderon from another inner city gate, he saw the tavern with the bronze crown painted on it.
Outside the tavern, girls and women would come and peek inside from time to time, and then leave in disappointment.
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