Near noon, the Copper Crown Tavern became a little brighter, and the light penetrated through the darkness. Compared with the early morning when Lucien came last time, there were many more people inside, with the sounds of bards singing, talking, and harangues.
Mixed together, it seems noisy and noisy.
Lucien noticed that there were many strangers here wearing leather armor or exuding a fierce aura, and there were even some gorgeous-looking women who seemed to be mercenaries and adventurers.
After struggling through the crowded crowd, Lucien finally squeezed his way to the front of the bar.
"Hi, guest, would you like a drink?" Cohen greeted without raising his head while drinking ale.
Lucien said funnyly: "Uncle Kouen, it's me."
"Uh, Lucien, why are you like this?" Coen looked a little surprised when he saw Lucien's bruised face and swaying beard, "Wait a minute, Jackson from the Aaron Gang came to inquire about you this morning.
.Little guy, you won’t offend these villains, will you?”
Lucien didn't want to say more: "Well, the matter has been resolved. Uncle Kouen, I want to know which scholars are teaching writing?"
"You, you have collected five silver coins? You didn't rob those villains, did you?" Cohen was even more surprised, looking at Lucien as if he were looking at an unknown creature.
Lucien thought that it was indeed a robbery, but he couldn't call it that, so he briefly explained a few words and mentioned that the Joel family lent him money in the end.
Cohen took a big sip of ale and praised, "Lucien, you and John have finally grown up and are men who know blood and glory!"
"However, you and the Joel family should be careful. Although they will not dare to retaliate directly as long as John is Sir Wayne's knight squire, in private, there are always guys who like to take risks and gamble." Cohen warned Lucy again.
Thank you.
Lucien nodded solemnly: "We will be careful."
Only then did Cohen take out a piece of white paper, with strange patterns drawn on it like a child scribbling: "Haha, I can't read, but I can always draw some marks by myself."
Then he read out the name, residence, and study time of the scholars who were willing to teach writing, and let Lucien choose.
Lucien listened carefully and compared each one, and suddenly heard a familiar name: "Victor? Mr. Musician Victor?"
Cohen looked at Lucien strangely: "Yes, do you know Mr. Victor?"
"I met him last time at the Musicians Association, but won't Mr. Victor have a concert at the Psalm Hall in more than three months? Will he have time to teach Chinese characters?" Lucien wondered if Cohen had made a mistake.
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Cohen laughed: "That's why Mr. Victor teaches writing."
"It is not easy to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall. You need to get an invitation from the Musicians Association Council or His Majesty the Grand Duke, Princess Natasha. And since the Psalm Hall only has one concert a week, unless it is a famous
The other dozen musicians had to wait a long time. Mr. Victor was invited half a year ago. In order to prepare for this concert, he declined all performances, including invitations from the Syracuse court, so his income became very small.
, it is said that it is all supported by savings.”
Lucien finally understood the reason: "But since Mr. Victor attaches so much importance to the concert in the Psalm Hall, why do you still waste time teaching words?" You can definitely borrow money to get through it.
"I don't know. I heard that the closer to the concert, the greater the pressure on Mr. Victor. You also know that musicians are always very sensitive. If you don't find something else to do, maybe Mr. Victor will be distracted by this music."
It'll make you crazy! Gollum." Korn took a sip of ale.
Lucien thought for a moment, and compared to other scholars, he had met Victor after all, and thought he had a good character and demeanor: "Well, then I will learn from Mr. Victor."
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Gisu District, named after Gisu, the great musician who invented the violin, is home to most of Aalto's musicians and musicians. It has beautiful scenery, quietness and cleanliness.
The trees resembling sycamores are tall and dense on both sides of the street. The sunlight shines through the leaves onto the ground, forming patches of bright golden spots, which together with the surrounding shadows form a melody of light and darkness.
Lucien followed the address given by Cohen and walked under the tree. After getting lost several times, he finally found No. 12 Sneva Street, Gisu District.
Inside the green and black wall is a two-story building, covered with green vines, exuding an ancient and quiet atmosphere. If all goes well, in the next two months, every week from Monday to Friday afternoon
From two to four o'clock, Lucien will be here for life-changing learning.
Lucien knocked lightly on the door, and soon a servant came over. Through the iron gate like a fence, he took a look at Lucien's clothes and frowned slightly: "Who are you looking for?"
When Lucien made it clear why he came, he still didn't believe it: "Learning writing costs five silver Naels a month. Pay it first and learn later. Are you ready?"
Lucien no longer cared much about this level of discrimination. Now, there was nothing more important than learning to read, so he took out his wallet and poured out a few silver coins in his hand: "Of course."
The middle-aged servant looked at the silver nard in Lucien's palm in surprise. He couldn't believe his eyes. A guy who was so poorly dressed could actually take out five silver nards like him.
A musician's servant only earns ten silver grains a month. After excluding household expenses, it would be good to be able to save one silver grain a month.
As he opened the door, he looked at Lucien warily: "Mr. Victor is a famous musician in Alto and is very familiar with the officials of the city hall." It seemed that he suspected that Lucien obtained wealth from abnormal channels.
Lucien smiled, did not answer, and followed the fancy-dressed servant across the courtyard to the two-story building. He watched him gently open the brown wooden door and went in to report.
After a few minutes, the servant came out and whispered softly: "Follow me in and give the silver to Butler Ace in the hall later."
The hall is very spacious, covered with low-key dark yellow carpets. There are amber coffee tables, brown sofas, small round tables and other furniture nearby, and in the distance there is a long table, which seems to be a dining table.
Perhaps because there were so many people coming to study, Victor did not choose the study room to teach writing, but just in the hall.
On the sofa and red wooden chairs, there were five men and three women sitting respectively. They all looked young, ranging from thirteen or fourteen to early twenties.
There were quills, papers and other items placed on the coffee table or small round table in front of them. From time to time they were carefully copying something, but more often they were whispering pronunciation, reciting words or humming a tune.
Judging from their clothes, Lucien could clearly find that two of them were men and one woman. Although their clothes were washed clean and they seemed to try their best to dress up, they were still very ordinary in nature, while the other three men and two women were
No matter whether the clothes are old or not, they look valuable.
Lucien guessed that they were ordinary members of aristocratic families who could not inherit titles and most of their property, nor could they inspire the power of their blood. They did not have the extra money to hire specialized tutors, so they could only study with scholars. In Alto,
Becoming an elegant musician is a very good choice.
In this kind of private teaching, it is impossible for everyone to make the same progress, so Victor, who is wearing a red coat, is talking in front of one person for a while, and whispering in the other person's ear for a while.
Lucien glanced around the hall and saw a dignified butler wearing a neat black dress near the door. He had gray hair and many wrinkles on his face. He was not young, but he stood there with his back straight.
Meticulous.
"Hello, are you Mr. Ace?" Lucien walked over gently and asked in a low voice.
The butler nodded: "Yes, I am Ace, may I know your name and your current level of study?"
"It's a great honor. I am Lucien Evans. I have never studied writing." Lucien replied in a low voice while handing five silver Naels to Ace.
Butler Ace took Yinnar away and looked at Lucien a little strangely. He was wearing such poor clothes and had never studied at all. He was obviously from the slums. Young people in such places generally
He was rude and rude, but he didn't expect that although Lucien in front of him didn't know much about etiquette, at least he was very polite and seemed very mature, which was beyond his expectation.
He walked very lightly to the center of the hall and whispered a few words in Victor's ear. Victor turned his head and looked at Lucien, then nodded kindly to him, pointed to an empty single sofa, and signaled the way.
Sean sat there while Ace walked upstairs.
At this time, the five young men and three women who were concentrating on studying in the hall noticed the arrival of new learners. They all raised their heads and looked curiously at Lucien at the door.
He has black hair and eyes, delicate and profound facial features, and he has a good appearance. However, he is wearing a linen jacket, trousers of the same color and ordinary heelless shoes. Although he is clean and tidy, he cannot hide his poverty and inferior living environment.
"This kind of poor guy actually wants to learn writing?"
This was the first thought that came to their minds, and their faces couldn't help showing strange and surprised emotions. They never expected that their new companion would be a poor boy.
Then, the five boys and girls who may be from noble families quickly covered their expressions with indifference, lowered their heads, and continued their studies. The two men and one woman who seemed to be commoners kept looking at Lucien until he sat down.
On the single sofa, there was curiosity and doubt in his eyes.
Among them, the ordinary boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with black hair and black eyes next to Lucien subconsciously moved to the side, as if Lucien's body exuded an invisible stench.
Lucien didn't have a sensitive heart made of glass, but he seemed very mature because of his experience, so he just felt it was funny, shook his head, and placed a stack of white paper and a quill that he bought with copper fels on the small round table in front of him.
Go up and wait quietly for Victor to come.
After about five minutes, Victor took a black hard-cover book from Ace who had returned, walked to Lucien, placed it on the small round table, and whispered: "This is
"Common Language Pronunciation and Elementary Grammar" is just right for a beginner of your level. Okay, turn to the first page of Chapter 1, and I will teach you the pronunciation of the thirty-two letters."