There was a huge pile of garbage that was not suitable for being thrown into the sewer. Lucien went back and forth seven or eight times until he was completely dirty before he almost moved all of it to the four-wheeled cart.
In fact, coolies hired by the church collect the garbage in the city every morning and transport it outside the city to prevent the city from becoming dirty and spreading diseases. However, the Musicians Association does not want to wait until the next morning. Such a large pile of garbage is really an obstacle.
Beautiful.
Picking up the last pile of garbage, Lucien carefully entered the hall without making any noise, walked around the edge of the rotunda, and walked toward the door.
"Wolf, damn it, can't you just let me read the score quietly for a while?" A mellow but sharp voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time a figure in a red coat hurriedly walked down the stairs.
As he walked down, he turned around and cursed, and happened to bump into Lucien who was unable to dodge.
With a clang, something fell on the carpet from the rubbish Lucien was holding. Even though the carpet was thick and soft, it still couldn't stop it from making a dull sound.
The figure in the red coat shook a few times before standing still. It was the musician Victor who had gone up before.
Victor took a deep breath, then bent down to pick up the broken oil lamp, and handed it to Lucien, who was still hurriedly stabilizing the other garbage in his hands: "I'm sorry."
A middle-aged man with brown hair wearing a dark blue long coat came down the stairs again. His chin had an obvious forward curve: "Victor, the association is not just for you. I have the right to be who I am."
If you want to do whatever you want, go back to your own home."
He made gestures to strengthen his tone, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face: "It's only been more than three months since your first symphony concert in the Psalm Hall. I understand your nervousness and sensitivity, but you don't
Are you not even ready for the music? I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and even planned to write an article specifically for you in Music Criticism after listening to it."
"Damn it, if you can, hold a concert of your own in the Psalm Hall." Victor cursed in a low voice, turned around and left the hall.
Wolfe's expression became very bad, and while cursing, he returned upstairs: "Without you, more than three months later..."
When Lucien saw that the quarrel had stopped, he continued to walk out the door with the garbage in his arms. Suddenly, he glanced around and saw the oil lamp on the top that had no glass, and saw that the beautiful carved patterns had been worn away.
The lamp holder, my heart moved slightly: "This seems to be metal?"
With this idea in mind, Lucien put the last pile of garbage on the four-wheel cart, stretched out his hand and touched the lamp holder, and found that it was indeed a metal product, it seemed to be copper, but it was bigger than what Lucien had seen in his previous life.
The copper that has been processed is harder and more flexible: "An element similar to copper? Although this lamp holder does not have much metal, it should still be able to sell it for a few copper fils if sold to a blacksmith."
"Money?" As a real pauper, Lucien now thinks of whether whatever he sees is valuable, and his thoughts are opened, "Maybe there are some good things in this garbage? For example, the waste paper he just saw.
Broken quills, etc.”
Lucien felt like he had discovered a "treasure", and his heart was full of surprises. Although it was so insignificant to a rich man, it was the first glimmer of light on Lucien's road to changing his life.
If you can save five silver Naels, you can initially master writing within a month. Regardless of whether you learn magic or not, if you understand writing, you can understand the situation in this world. And you have all kinds of knowledge and experience in another world, and you have a book.
By reading the library's books, you can completely find another, better way to make a fortune.
Excited, hesitant, and longing for a better future, Lucien was full of energy, pushing the four-wheeled cart and walking out of the city. But at the same time, he was also worried. He searched the garbage pile for things that could still be used and sold.
There is no technical content, and the only thing that can stop it is normal people's rejection of dirty items, and their fists.
"As long as the gangs don't get involved here, I can definitely handle the other beggars." After fighting the red-eyed mouse with Gary, Correa and the others in the sewer secret room, Lucien still had some confidence in his own strength, even though he was not as strong.
For adults who have been trained for a long time, when fighting, not panicking, being calm, and being accurate and ruthless are also important factors in winning.
Not far from the Musicians Association, Lucien suddenly saw a silver-haired young man walking leisurely towards the Musicians Association: "Rhine, what is he doing at the Musicians Association?"
After he figured out why bards like Rhine were attracted to the Musicians' Guild, Lucien quickly put the matter behind him.
When he arrived at the city gate area, Andre still had a little impression of Lucien. When he saw a cart of garbage, he immediately understood what mission he had taken. So he smiled at him, did not bother him, and let Lucien pass by.
The guard guard looked at it casually and walked out of the city gate.
"They didn't send anyone to follow me. Could it be that the gang really didn't interfere?" Lucien thought strangely and excitedly.
However, Lucien did not relax because of this. After leaving the city gate and walking towards the lower reaches of the Belem River for more than 20 minutes, he saw that the surroundings had become quieter, so he pushed the four-wheeled vehicle into the grass on the side of the road, and he walked
I was rummaging through the garbage in this car looking for things that I might be able to sell for money.
A broken oil lamp, several rusty metal fragments, eight broken quills, a lot of crumpled waste paper, etc.
Lucien turned to the end and pulled out a square pair of hazy and transparent black gauze. It had a faint fragrance and an obvious hole on it, as if it was hooked somewhere: "It looks like a veil, maybe
Which female musician."
Looking at this piece of veil and stroking its texture, Lucien had no association with beauty at all, and could only judge whether it was worth money: "It should be a very good black veil, but what can it be used for? Well, it can be sold.
Give it to a tailor to cut this black gauze into small decorations, lace, etc. for skirts, coats, etc."
After wrapping the found items in a few pieces of waste paper and hiding them nearby, Lucien continued to push the four-wheeler towards the garbage dump in the lower reaches of the Belem River.
In less than ten minutes, Lucien arrived at the Belem River and saw the piles of garbage. But what surprised Lucien was that there was not as much garbage as he had imagined, and the place where the garbage was piled was as clear as green.
The river water of the gem is still some distance away, so it cannot be washed away by the river water: "Is it possible to concentrate it and use magic to deal with it?"
The surroundings were very quiet. Lucien didn't see anyone, only the stench came from him: "No one else comes here to look for valuable things in the garbage? Is it because they are afraid of the plague, or because they don't have this habit?"
Regardless of the reason, seeing these piles of stinking garbage, Lucien was like seeing piles of money. After disposing of his own garbage, he couldn't help but walk around here, completely ignoring the smell.
Compared to the plague that has not yet left a trace, an empty wallet allows Lucien to take certain risks. Besides, there are magical and magical treatments in this world.
Of course, Lucien was also afraid of contracting some disease, so when rummaging through the garbage, he covered his hands with waste paper and was very careful.
As a high-society organization, the Musicians Guild naturally contains more valuable things in its garbage than others, but Lucien still found a lot of things that could be sold here.
Considering that he still had to pass through the city gate, for fear of arousing others' suspicion, and because it was his first time, Lucien was a little uneasy, so he just took a half-rotten cloth bag and moved the rest of the things to a nearby hidden place for burial.
Get up, then push the four-wheeled cart back along the same route, then put the oil lamps that were first wrapped in paper into cloth bags, stack them on the four-wheeled cart, and try to make them as smooth as possible so that they look like they are spread on the four-wheeled cart.
Avoid four-wheelers getting dirty on the car.
As for the veil and other things that could be hidden on the body, Lucien of course put them in his pocket.
When they passed the city gate, the guarding soldiers still just glanced at him casually and waved to let Lucien in.
Pushing the four-wheeled wheel, he walked up to Andre and Mag. Seeing how they were covering their noses in a hurry, Lucien secretly laughed: "I'm Lucien, and I'm here to get the reward for the Musicians Association incident."
of."
Mag stood aside, cursing and pouring out the copper fern: "Damn it, get out of here after taking your money, and take this dirty, smelly cart with you!"
Andre stood further away, with a accustomed smile on his face: "It seems that this is your first time sending garbage to the Belen River. It took so much time to go back and forth. Hehe, if it is delayed until dark, it is not
It’s a question of whether we can enter the city, where there are water ghosts in and out late at night.”
"The church has not wiped out all the water ghosts?!" Of course, Lucien would not ask such words. With doubts and luck that he did not arouse Andre and Mag's suspicion, he quickly left the city gate area and left the city gate area.
The four-wheeler was returned to its owner.
After this trip, Lucien earned five copper fils, but for Lucien, the things on his body and in the bag were the key to whether he could raise five silver fils as soon as possible.
After returning to his home in Aderjan District, Lucien hid other things and headed to the market district impatiently with his veil on.
Because he didn't know whether the gauze material of this texture could be washed, Lucien simply didn't do any processing. Anyway, he had been very careful not to let it get too dirty.
When he arrived at the door of a tailor shop, Lucien hesitated a little, worried about being scolded by others and worried about being kicked out. Just like when he used to work as a salesperson, his face turned red and he hesitated not knowing what to say, so he concluded that he
Give up because you don’t have the talent for sales.
"Worrying about these things is actually just a fear of being embarrassed. Is there any question of shame in my current situation? Could it be that face can turn black bread into white bread, allow me to eat steak, cod, and drink wine? Can it help me learn
Word?"
After Lucien traveled through time, he experienced a lot, and was even in danger of life and death. At this time, he only hesitated slightly, then made up his mind, took off the face, put it in his pocket, and walked into the tailor without any hesitation.
Small shop.
In the shop was an old man with gray hair wearing glasses. When he saw Lucien coming in, he asked doubtfully: "What's the matter?" Lucien's outfit showed that he could not enter such a relatively high-end tailor shop.
people.
Lucien smiled warmly: "Old sir, do you need black gauze? I have a good one here..."
Before he finished speaking, the gray-haired old man interrupted Lucien: "What good crap do you have, get out quickly, you damn liar."
While cursing, he walked out of the counter and pushed Lucien, not giving Lucien a chance to take out the black gauze: "Even if there is any, it is stolen. Old Huo, I am a serious tailor. All the fabrics are only
Bought from Rauch's."
Being pushed out of the small shop, Lucien looked helplessly for the next one and decided to change his approach.
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