——The happiest thing today is to be on the weekly push list. Although it is the last one, in my mind, the top 15 on the weekly push list on the homepage is almost equivalent to the top 15 on the monthly vote list. Only great people can be on it.
, I am really, really happy to be ranked on the list today. I am very grateful to everyone. Please continue to recommend and vote for support~ Well, there are also No. 1 in the new book list and No. 1 in Sanjiang. Although it is because the book "Dancing Big" is automatically full for a month.
I fell off the list because I haven’t exerted my strength, but I am always satisfied and happy to be ranked first. Please vote for Sanjiang, at least until I get serious about dancing, I must keep the first place~………………
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For Lucien, who wanted to become a musician or a musician to hide his identity as a magician, Pierlu's question had nothing to hide. He answered with a smile: "Currently, I am learning from Mr. Victor the quill keys he modified."
Piano, well, Mr. Victor believes that the harpsichord he modified is a brand new, revolutionary instrument, so he named it piano, and it will be registered with the association soon."
Although after getting in touch with the circle of magic apprentices, many of the items Lucien needs can be obtained from them with "knowledge", but Lucien's own knowledge source is very problematic. In his current capacity, he cannot go on in depth.
Exchanging knowledge for items is either as dangerous as running on the edge of a cliff, or the knowledge that can be learned will soon be emptied out, and even if knowledge is exchanged for money, it will become ordinary clothes, food, and houses.
, horse-drawn carriages, etc., they also need a job with a decent income to cover it up.
Therefore, Lucien has always been very diligent in the study of music. Even if there is enough time, such as finding the location of the headquarters of the Continental Magic Council a few years later, becoming a musician will be much more useful than becoming a bard.
After all, few people would doubt that an outstanding musician who is graceful, talented, and able to compose intoxicatingly beautiful music could be a dark, evil, and ugly magician.
"Harpsichord? Piano?" The expression on Pierre's face became vivid and excited. He stood up suddenly, walked to the bookshelf, and walked around in circles, as if looking for something. Finally, he knocked on his head,
He pulled out a book from a certain bookshelf and brought it to Lucien, "Whether it's harpsichord or piano, you need this book. I learned the harpsichord by reading this book."
Yes, in four months’ time, you will take the association’s musician assessment and become a qualified musician!”
As a guild, the Musicians Association, like other guilds, controls and monopolizes many things within the guild, such as the identification of musicians. The subjective idealism of musicians depends entirely on the nobles.
's reputation.
"The Art of Harpsichord Playing." Lucien took it and looked at it. He politely thanked Pierre. Anyway, he stayed up late last night and was in poor spirits. He couldn't analyze the magic in his mind. Why not read this book?
Books pass the time.
Pierre had no intention of letting Lucien go, and kept talking to Lucien about harpsichord performance, music scores, music theory knowledge, etc. He seemed to know that after Lucien learned the piano, he had a certain
I have found the feeling of "companion", and I can't wait to share all my thoughts about music. It's a bit crazy.
Lucien had studied music for so long and had some basic knowledge. He reluctantly agreed with the discussion, but his eyelids couldn't stop falling and he was full of sleepiness. He tried to stop Pierre from speaking several times, but he ignored them.
Fortunately, at this time, a woman wearing a black gauze hat and a white elegant dress came in from outside the library. Her waist was not tightened by the belt, but she was naturally slender. She walked with charm and grace.
Like a beautiful picture floating slowly from a distance.
At the same time, she seemed to be wearing white stockings that looked like stockings under her long skirt, which made her legs appear straight and slender in the haze.
"There are stockings in this world? Is it a by-product of alchemy?" Lucien has developed conditional emission. As long as he finds anything similar to the earth, he can't help but observe and speculate. But in this lady's case,
And in Pierre's eyes, Lucien's look was a bit rude.
"Cough cough cough." Pierlu woke up from the crazy music state, coughed twice, and bumped Lucien with his elbow to tell him not to be rude. At the same time, he greeted with a smile: "Ms. Sylvia, are you there?
Do you need help with anything?"
Lucien looked away, nodded and saluted: [So she is Sylvia.]
Sylvia was often stared at by similar eyes. She was used to it and did not get angry because of it. After she took off her black gauze hat, she said calmly to Pierre: "Hello, Pierre, I'm here to borrow some books."
Yes, they are..."
She is indeed as beautiful as Pierre described her, with long black hair as calm as silk and eyes as deep as the night sky, with slightly narrowed eyes and a small and straight nose, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling.
Pierlu didn't expect that Sylvia would remember his name, so his face flushed with excitement, he said yes repeatedly, and then walked quickly to the bookshelf, looking for the books that Sylvia needed.
Since Sylvia was standing in front of the wooden cabinet, Lucien smelled a faint, seemingly familiar fragrance: [Could it be that the ‘Black Nightingale’ gauze material I picked up at that time belonged to her? 】
As his soul strengthened, Lucien's memory became better and better. He soon recalled the first pot of gold he got from picking up rags. Then he glanced at the black gauze hat in Sylvia's hand and thought in his heart.
Secretly guessing.
However, after careful analysis, Lucien felt that something was wrong: [The scents are very similar, but there are still differences. It seems that different women are using the same perfume or powder.]
Regarding this matter, Lucien was only a little curious and had no intention of finding the lady. He couldn't say to her at that time: "Hello, I picked up your discarded gauze hat and sold it for money."
Due to nervousness, excitement, and wanting to show off in front of Sylvia, Pierlu became at a loss and completely forgot which bookshelf the books were on. After a few minutes, he couldn't find any of them, and his face was still red.
But it was no longer because of excitement, but because of panic.
At this time, because Pierre failed to return with the book for a long time, Lucien couldn't help but look back and saw that he was blushing and looking at him for help. So he laughed and shook his head, walked to a bookshelf, and casually
With one pull, a book that Sylvia needed was pulled out.
This is not only because Lucien has a good memory, but also because Lucien has included the books and materials in this music library into his own soul library, and the bookshelves formed are arranged according to Lucien's intention.
, this library is completely based on reality, so as long as you think about it in your mind, you can immediately find the bookshelf and location.
When he read the first book, Pierlu didn't pay attention, but was full of gratitude. But when he saw that Lucien did not pause or hesitate, he walked to several bookshelves in succession and took out the books that Sylvia needed.
His mouth couldn't close: "When did he become so familiar with the library?!"
Holding a stack of books in front of Sylvia, Lucien asked politely: "Ms. Sylvia, are you reading here, or should I carry it to your lounge for you?"
If you say that Lucien doesn't have any thoughts about a man for a stunning woman like Sylvia, it must be false. However, Lucien is very clear-headed and rational. He knows his identity as a magician and how to go to the Continental Magic Council in the future.
It is impossible for the headquarters to allow himself to pursue romance and love in Alto. Therefore, there is no expectation, and there is no excitement and tension. He behaves very calmly and calmly in front of Sylvia, forming a strong contrast with Pierre.
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"Please register it and put it on the table. Someone will pick it up for me later." Sylvia's voice was low, slightly hoarse, and had a unique sex appeal.
She was a little strange. The wretched pervert who had been staring at her legs as soon as she came in now acted like a "gentleman" who liked men but not women. However, this strangeness was not enough to make her right.
Sean became curious, but while waiting for Lucien to register, he casually asked: "What is your name? Which gentleman are you a student of?"
Anyone who can do this job must have connections in the association, and Sylvia still has to show basic courtesy.
"Ms. Sylvia, I am Lucien Evans, Mr. Victor's student." Lucien replied simply.
Sylvia smiled slightly, like an elegant lily: "I heard that Mr. Victor has transformed a brand-new musical instrument, the piano. I am looking forward to his concert."
After a few casual conversations, Sylvia stopped talking and maintained a quiet and elegant attitude.
After registering, Sylvia walked a few steps outside the library, smiled and waved, and Lucien discovered that there were three people waiting outside the library. One of them was taller, even taller than Lucien.
He was half a head taller, wearing a black gauze hat similar to Sylvia's, and his slender legs were covered by a black gauze skirt. He stood there quietly, as if he was a straight spear. The other two people, one wearing a
The beautiful girl in the maid uniform is a middle-aged woman in the same black dress. Her beautiful and elegant appearance is taken away by her serious temperament.
After being glanced at by Lucien, the middle-aged woman looked back coldly. When she saw her blue eyes, Lucien couldn't help but tremble and fell into a strange fear.
In this state, the surroundings turned into black and white, as if her eyes contained the turbulent sea, and there would be terrifying waves about to crash down on her.
Lucien's mind went blank. He didn't know when the maid took away the books, or when Sylvia walked out. It wasn't until the back of the middle-aged woman was the only one left that the black and white world around Lucien started to change again.
The color was restored, and then I saw the woman who was a full head taller than Sylvia and wearing a black gauze hat. She seemed to have heard something Sylvia said and looked back at Lucien.
The playful smile in his eyes was clearly transmitted through the veil to Lucien's eyes, as if it had solidified.
"Who are these two people? Such terrifying strength!" Lucien was sweating from behind. This was the strongest person he had ever encountered, especially the middle-aged woman. With all his magic and his mental power,
It seemed that as long as he was glared at by her, it would have no effect and completely dissipate.
Pierre walked to Lucien and sighed: "Ms. Sylvia is the goddess in my mind. When I see her, I can't speak. I am in a hurry and don't know where to put my eyes. Hey,
It seems that Lucien, you are more wretched and thick-skinned than me. You actually don't care about Ms. Sylvia's opinion at all. You just look at her legs without turning your eyes. I really admire you, eh.