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Lucien was amused by the strange scene in front of the tavern. He walked to the door in confusion. The morning was the most deserted time in the tavern.
At the door of the tavern, a slim girl was secretly looking inside. Her pale blonde hair swayed slightly as she turned her head from side to side. When she sighed and turned around, she was startled, "Lucien?"
Another one who knows me but I don't know? Lucien was already used to this situation. He smiled and said, "Why are you here so early?"
The girl's wheat-colored skin blushed immediately, "I just heard that there's a new bard in the Copper Crown Tavern. I was curious, so I thought I'd come here before helping my mother. Well, there's not much time left. I have to go now."
Seeing the girl leaving in a hurry, Lucien sighed softly. It seemed that the bard's appearance or voice was extraordinary.
However, it had nothing to do with Lucien. He gently pushed open the half-closed door of the tavern and walked in.
The dark space, the strong smell of alcohol, the squeaky wooden floor, and the messy tables and chairs — this was Lucien's first impression of the Copper Crown Tavern. Walking in from the refreshing and bright morning outside, Lucien felt like he had come to another world.
It took Lucien a while to get used to the surroundings before he could see where the bar was.
There were several hungover men in the tavern. They were woken up by the sound of Lucien's footsteps on the floor. They cursed in a daze and went back to sleep on the table.
There was only one man in his thirties with a hooked nose. He was wearing a tight black long coat and sitting quietly on the chair beside the bar, slowly drinking a glass of amber wine. He gave Lucien a gloomy feeling.
Seeing Lucien's arrival, the gloomy man just glanced at him and continued to drink the wine in his glass.
Lucien looked around and soon saw the dwarf sleeping behind the bar. He was sitting on a high stool with his head leaning against the bar, snoring loudly. His long golden beard was wet from the saliva flowing out of his mouth.
Seeing that the dwarf would not wake up for a long time without any external help, Lucien had to bend his fingers and knock on the bar.
In the muffled curses of the drunkards behind him, the old dwarf slowly raised his head and said with hazy eyes, "Hey, Lucien, you've finally grown up. You finally understand the meaning of good wine in life. Come on, cheers! Cheers for our new guest!"
"Uncle Cohen, it's morning." Lucien.
Cohen rubbed his eyes and looked at the dim light, "I'm not drunk. Don't try to trick me. It's night time. What a beautiful night."
After a meaningless conversation, Cohen finally woke up, "Lucien, there aren't many things suitable for you to do, and you don't have a long-term job right now. There are other things. Gucci's store in the market area needs to transport a batch of goods from its warehouse to the city gate area at nine o 'clock in the morning. It's short of manpower. Three copper Fells. But you know that this kind of thing is controlled by the Aaron Gang, so you'll have to pay them one copper Fell. The rest of the money can only be used to buy the worst black bread."
"There's another thing. The Musicians' Association is doing a big cleaning today. There's a lot of trash that needs to be sent to the Belem River outside the city. Rent a four-wheeled cart and go there at one o 'clock in the afternoon. After deducting the cost of renting the cart, you'll earn eight copper Fells. Not bad. Of course, you'll have to pay the Aaron Gang three copper Fells.
"There's a few other things around one o 'clock in the afternoon. But unless you're a Knight, you won't be able to make it back in time."
Lucien nodded. The Musicians' Association was the best job for him. At the same time, he thought to himself, The seven coins I have should be the copper Fells.
"Uncle Cohen, is there anything else that I can do with a higher pay?" Lucien asked curiously.
Cohen laughed, "Hahaha, of course there is. But none of them are suitable for you. A real man needs to fight with his life and strength. Lucien, you're still a kid who doesn't even dare to drink ale."
Then he pointed at the empty space in the middle of the tavern and became serious, "The Dark Mountain Range is the biggest treasure. Every year, there are three, five, six, seven … Forget it, I don't even know how many mercenaries and adventurers go there. But in the end, only a very small number of them come out alive …" Cohen burped, "Of course, they're all rich."
"Don't underestimate these mercenaries and adventurers. Many of them are real Knights, and some of them are even grand Knights." A soft and magnetic voice came from behind Lucien. The ending of each sentence was strangely raised, showing a strange rhythm, which gave people a feeling of seduction and elegance.
Lucien hurriedly turned his head and saw a silver-haired man walking out from the other side of the tavern that had been turned into an inn. He was wearing a pair of slim pants, a red jacket, and a black high-collared coat. It was a very formal outfit, but on him, it looked very lazy and casual. His facial features were deep and delicate. With silver pupils, a straight nose, thin lips, and silvery soft hair, he was devilishly handsome. Looking at him, it was as if looking at the beauty of the silver moon at night.
The young man was holding a harp that looked like a Chorre. He slowly walked to Lucien.
"Is he the new bard?" Lucien guessed. Then he asked in confusion, "Knights are real nobles. Why do they still go to the Dark Mountain Range to seek wealth?"
Cohen greeted him, "Hey, Rhein. Want a drink?"
"I only drink in the evening." Rhein smiled and sat down next to the bar, "Many countries in the east haven't had any wars for two or three hundred years, so the need for Knights is not that urgent. After all, to make a knight a Knight requires a manor and land. Therefore, even if the civilians awaken their Blessing, they can only become real nobles. Some of them go to other countries and become Knights of other countries. Some of them go to the Duchy of Orvarit, which is the closest place to heretics, heretics, dark creatures, and magic beasts, to earn merits and seek wealth."
"In addition, there are also many poor knights who have gone bankrupt, knights who have escaped from their crimes, noble knights who follow their family rules and patrol the continent, as well as dark knights who have awakened their bloodline power but are not recognized by the church due to their dark nature and are even hunted down."
Cohen murmured. He was a bit unhappy that Rhein did not drink with him, "Lucien, this is the new bard, Rhein. Rhein? Carendia? He has been wandering around and has seen a lot. He just got rid of the enthusiasm of the noble ladies in Tria and came here from Syracuse. "
"Syracuse?" Lucien nodded to Rhein with a smile. The Dark Mountain Range was so dangerous that even real Knights had died in it. Therefore, Lucien temporarily gave up the idea of seeking wealth. No matter what, it was very important to have a clear understanding of one's own strength.
Cohen burst into laughter, his long golden beard shaking violently. The dwarf's wrinkled face said in an ambiguous way that all men understood, "Yes, the passionate, unrestrained, and love-above Syracuse."
A drunkard had already woken up when Rhine appeared. He staggered to the bar counter and burped. Full of yearning and envy, he asked, "Rhine, are the ladies and ladies of Tria as beautiful and passionate as the legends say?"
With a vague smile, Rhein replied in his unique, elegant, and rhythmic tone, "Yes. Their eyes are as bright as the morning stars, their hair is as smooth as silk, their lips are as charming as roses, and their skin is as smooth as milk. They are covered in enchanting perfume. Several ladies of the Count's family even breathed warm, moist fragrance in my ears and invited me to their secret manor as a guest."
The drunkard asked expectantly, "Then, you went there? What did it feel like? "His breathing became rapid.
Lucien was not a stranger to this kind of scene. When a group of men gathered together, they would always talk about women. Lucien listened with great interest, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to ask Cohn about learning to read.
Rhein's expression did not change. He still replied with a faint smile, "I told them that I don't like dirty things that have been used by others. I only love beautiful, pure, and clean lives. No matter if they are male or female, they are the most delicious things in the world."
"Ha, Rhein, you really know how to brag. Do you think the ladies and ladies would accept such an insult?"
"Haha, if you really said that to the ladies of the palace, you would have been thrown into the famous prison in Tria. Burp."
"Many of those ladies are Knights. Rhein, if you dared to say that to them, you would have been torn into pieces."
Rhein did not care about Cohen and the drunkard's laughter. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "So, I escaped from Syracuse to Aalto."
Cohen laughed so hard that he kept hitting the bar counter, waking all the drunkards up. In the midst of the scolding, he shouted loudly, "Thank you, Rhein, for making up such a good story. Let's welcome the new day happily. Cheers!"
The drunkards were very sensitive to "cheers". They immediately stumbled over, laughing and laughing. They took the ale from Cohen's hand and raised it high.
"To Rhein the Braggart, cheers!"
After the banter, Cohen saw that Lucien was still there. He asked in surprise, "Lucien, is there anything else?"
Lucien organized his words carefully and said, "Uncle Cohen, after what happened these days, I have a new idea. I want to learn how to read."
"Oh, learning how to read? Has our little Lucien been infected by Rhein and started bragging? "
"How to read? Oh, that's a great, great dream!"
"Lucien, don't worry about them. If a man doesn't have dreams, burp, he might as well die!"
Cohen also laughed for a while. Then he looked at Lucien and said, "You really want to learn how to read? You don't have any foundation. If you want to learn how to read, it will take you at least two years. Do you have so much money and time? "
"No matter how many thorns there are in front of me, if I don't take this step, I will never be able to move forward. Uncle Cohen, I have already thought about it." Lucien answered seriously. For an adult who had been studying for years, knew how to learn how to read, and most importantly, could speak the language of this world fluently, it would probably only take one or two months for him to learn how to read.
Seeing that Lucien was so serious, Cohen answered seriously, "If you were young, you could go to a monastery to learn how to read and write through the church's selection. But now, you can either become someone's apprentice and sign a ten-year contract, or you can spend your own money to learn from a scholar. Of course, being an apprentice does not mean that you can learn how to read. For example, many blacksmiths in the Blacksmith's Guild don't know how to read, so they have to spend their own money. The standard price in Aalto is five silver Nars a month, and there are more than ten scholars who are willing to teach you."
Lucien subconsciously ruled out the option of becoming someone's apprentice. It was not a matter of the ten-year contract. Once he decided to learn magic, he did not have to follow the contract at all. However, if he became an apprentice, he would have to learn from his master every day. It would be very easy for his secret to be exposed, and it would also be inconvenient for him to learn magic. Therefore, Lucien murmured, "Five silver Nars?"
Cohen nodded, "Yes, five silver Nars. Unless you work from morning to night every day and only eat the worst black bread, it will take you more than half a year to save that much money. But how much can you learn in a month? Do you really want to learn how to read? "
"Yes." Lucien answered firmly. According to the calculation, a hundred copper Fells were only equal to one silver Nar.
It was a very difficult beginning.
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