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Chapter 9 The Hard Beginning

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Lucien looked at the strange scene in front of the tavern in amusement, and walked towards the door with doubts. In the morning, the tavern was the most deserted.

At the door of the tavern, a slender girl was secretly looking inside. Her long pale blond hair swayed slightly as she turned her head left and right. When she sighed and turned her head, she was startled: "Lucien

?”

Another person who knows me but I don't? Lucien has adapted to this situation very well and smiled: "Arrive at the tavern so early?"

The girl's wheat-colored skin immediately turned red: "I just heard that a new bard came to the Copper Crown Tavern. I was curious and wanted to come over and have a look before I help my mother. Well, I don't have much time.

I go first."

Seeing the girl leaving in a hurry, Lucien let out a soft ooh. It seemed that there was something special about the bard's appearance or singing voice.

However, this had nothing to do with Lucien himself, so he gently pushed open the half-open door of the tavern and walked in.

The dark space, the strong smell of alcohol, the squeaky wooden floor, and the tables and chairs placed in a disorderly manner were Lucien's first impression of the Copper Crown Tavern. He walked in from the refreshing and bright morning outside.

, it’s like coming to another world.

Lucien took a while to adapt, and then he saw clearly where the bar was.

There were several hungover men in the tavern who were awakened by the sound of Lucien stepping on the floor. After cursing a few words in a daze, they lay down on the table and continued to sleep soundly.

There was only a man in his thirties with a hooked nose, wearing a long black tight coat, sitting quietly on a chair at the bar, slowly drinking a glass of amber wine, giving Lucien a gloomy look.

Feel.

Regarding Lucien's arrival, the gloomy man only glanced briefly and continued to taste the wine in his glass.

Lucien looked around and soon saw the dwarf sleeping soundly behind the bar. He was sitting on a high one-legged stool with his head leaning against the bar. He was snoring loudly and his saliva tied the golden hair into a bow.

My long beard made me wet a lot.

Seeing that the dwarf wouldn't wake up for a long time without any external force, Lucien had no choice but to raise his fingers and tap on the bar.

Amidst the vague curses of the drunkards behind him, the old dwarf swayed, slowly raised his head, and said with hazy eyes: "Hey, Lucien, you have finally grown up and finally understand the fine wine."

Regarding the meaning of life, come, have a drink, and cheers to our new guests!"

"Uncle Cohen, it's dawn." Lucien considered the title carefully.

Coen rubbed his eyes and looked at the dim light around him: "I'm not drunk, don't try to lie to me. It's obviously night, what a beautiful night."

After a meaningless conversation, Cohen finally woke up completely: "Lucien, there are not many things suitable for you to do, and there is no long-term job for the time being. Other things, one is the market at nine o'clock in the morning.

The Gucci store in the district needs a batch of goods from the warehouse to the city gate area. It lacks manpower and needs three copper fils. But as you know, this kind of thing is controlled by the Aaron gang. In the end, it needs to pay one copper fil.

All they are left with is the worst black bread."

"One more thing, the Musicians Association is doing a big cleanup today. There is a lot of garbage that needs to be sent to the Belem River outside the city. You can rent a four-wheeled cart and go there at one o'clock in the afternoon. After paying for the cart rental,

You can earn eight copper fils for a round trip, which is pretty good. Of course, you need to give Aaron Gang three copper fils.

"At around one o'clock in the afternoon, there were several similar things, but unless you are a knight, you can't rush back from outside the city."

Lucien nodded. The Musicians Association is the best job. At the same time, he speculated in his heart: "The seven coins I have on me should be copper fils."

"Uncle Cohen, are there any other higher-paying jobs?" Lucien asked curiously.

Cohen laughed: "Hahaha, of course, but it's not suitable for you. It requires a real man to fight with his life and strength. Lucien, you are still a child who dare not drink ale."

Then he pointed to the open space in the center of the tavern and became a little serious: "The Dark Mountains are the biggest treasure. There are three, five, six, seven every year. Forget it, I really can't count them. In short, there are many, many mercenaries and adventurers.

They entered the Dark Mountains, but in the end, only a very small part of them came out..." Cohen burped, "Of course, they all got rich."

"Don't underestimate these mercenaries and adventurers. There are many real knights among them, even great knights." A soft and magnetic voice sounded behind Lucien, and the end of each sentence was strange.

It rises, showing a unique rhythmic beauty, giving people a seductive and elegant feeling.

Lucien hurriedly turned around and saw a silver-haired man walking out of the side of the tavern that had been opened as a hotel. He was wearing slim-leg pants, a red jacket, and a high-collared black jacket. The clothes were obviously very formal, but they seemed to

He is very lazy and casual, with deep and delicate facial features, silver pupils, strong nose bridge, thin lips, and silver smooth hair. He is enchanting and handsome. When you see him, you feel as if you have seen the beauty of the silver moon at night.

.

The young man walked over slowly, holding a harp similar to Joel's.

"He is the new bard?" Lucien guessed in his mind, and then asked doubtfully: "The knights are all real nobles, why would they go to the Dark Mountains to take risks in search of wealth?"

Cohen greeted: "Hey, Rhine, don't you want a drink?"

"I only drink at night." Rhine smiled and sat down next to the bar. "In many countries in the east, there has been no war for two to three hundred years. The need for knights is not so urgent. After all, it is necessary to canonize a knight.

Granted manors and land, so even if the civilians there inspired the power of blood, they could only obtain the status of knights, but could not become real nobles. Some of them went to other countries and became knights of other countries, and some went to Waorani

The Principality of Ritter is the closest place to heretics, heretics, dark creatures, monsters, etc. Come to build meritorious deeds and find wealth."

"In addition, there are many bankrupt poor knights, knights who have escaped from crime, noble knights who abide by their family mottos and tour the continent, and those who have inspired the power of blood, but are not recognized by the church due to their dark nature, and are even hunted down.

dark Knight."

Cohen muttered a few words, a little unhappy that Rhine didn't accompany him to drink: "Lucien, this is the new bard Rhine, Rhine Carenldia. He wanders around and is well-informed.

, just got rid of the enthusiasm of the noble ladies of Tria, and came from the Kingdom of Syracuse."

"The Kingdom of Syracuse?" Lucien smiled and nodded to Rhine. The Dark Mountains were so dangerous that even real knights died there. Therefore, Lucien temporarily gave up the idea of ​​taking risks to gain wealth, no matter when.

, it is very important to have a clear understanding of one's own strength.

Cohen burst out laughing, his long golden beard swaying violently, and his wrinkled dwarf face said with an ambiguity that every man could understand: "Yes, that's the passionate, unrestrained, love above all else Syrah

The Old Kingdom.”

When a drunkard appeared in Rhine, he woke up, stumbled to the bar, belched wine, and asked full of yearning and envy: "Rhine, Mrs. Tria, ladies, are you as good as the legend says?"

Beautiful, um, so passionate?”

With a faint smile, Rhine said in his own unique, elegant and rhythmic tone: "Well, they have eyes as bright as morning stars, long hair as smooth as silk, lips as delicate as roses, and as beautiful as milk.

Her skin was tender and smooth, and her body was covered with charming perfume. Some countesses and viscountesses even breathed warm, moist fragrance into my ears and invited me to their secret manors."

The drunkard asked expectantly: "So you went? What was it like?" His breathing became rapid.

Lucien was no stranger to such scenes. When a group of men gathered together, they always discussed women. While listening with interest, they were thinking about how to ask Cohen about learning to write.

Rhine's expression did not change, and 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 life, whether it is a man or a woman, they

It’s the most delicious thing in the world.”

"Pfft, Rhine, you really know how to brag. Ladies and ladies, will you accept such an insult?"

"Haha, if you really said that to the palace ladies, I'm afraid you would have been thrown into the famous prison in Tria, hiccup."

"Those noble ladies, many of them are capable of knights. If you dare to answer like this, Rhine, you will be torn into pieces."

Rhine didn't care about Cohen's drunkard's laughter and lightly shrugged: "So, I fled from the Kingdom of Syracuse to Alto."

Cohen laughed so hard that he kept pounding the bar, waking up all the drunkards. Amidst the curses, he shouted loudly: "Thank you Rhine for the good story, so that we can happily welcome the new day, let's have a drink!"

These three or four drunkards were very sensitive to the "drink". They immediately laughed and stumbled over, took the ale from Cohen's hand, and held it up high:

"A toast to the braggart Rhine!"

After the fuss, Coen saw Lucien still there and asked in surprise: "Lucien, do you have anything else to do?"

Lucien organized his words and said carefully: "Uncle Coen, after what happened these days, I have some new ideas. I want to learn writing."

"Hey, learning to write? Is our little Lucien also infected by Rhine and starting to brag?"

"Writing, Oh, that is a lofty and outstanding ideal!"

"Lucien, don't worry about them. Men don't have dreams. Hiccup, it's better to die!"

Cohen laughed for a while, then looked at Lucien: "Do you really want to learn writing? You don't have any foundation. It is said that it will take at least two years to learn writing initially. Do you have so much money and time?"

"No matter how many thorns are ahead, if you don't take this step, you will never be able to move forward. Uncle Cohen, I have already thought about it." Lucien answered seriously, and for a person who has experienced many years of study and knows how to

The most important thing about learning methods is that adults who can speak the world's languages ​​fluently will probably only need a month or two to learn to write.

Seeing how serious Lucien was, Cohen replied seriously: "If you are young, you can go to the monastery to learn writing and knowledge through the church's selection. Now, you can either become someone else's apprentice and sign a ten-year contract.

, or you can spend your own money to study at a scholar’s ​​house. Of course, becoming someone else’s apprentice does not necessarily mean you will be able to learn writing, for example, many blacksmiths in the blacksmith guild can’t. However, if you spend your own money, the entire Alto has standard prices.

For five silver a month, there are more than a dozen scholars willing to teach."

Lucien subconsciously ruled out the method of becoming someone else's apprentice. This is not a matter of a ten-year contract. Once he decides to learn magic, there is no need to abide by the contract. You can become an apprentice and follow the master every day to learn, eat and live. It is easy.

Exposing his secret would not be convenient for learning magic, so Lucien seemed to be talking to himself and asked: "Five silver nards?"

Kouen nodded: "Well, five silvers. Unless you work from morning to night every day and eat only the worst black bread, it will take more than half a year to save up. How much can you learn in a month? Really?

To learn writing?”

"Yes." Lucien replied firmly. According to this calculation, one hundred copper ferls is equivalent to one silver nard.

This was a really tough start.

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