The Tavern of the Bronze Crown, which was close to noon, was a little brighter, and the light that penetrated pierced the darkness, and it was much more crowded than the morning when Lucien had last arrived, and the troubadour's singing, talking, and chattering were mixed together, and it seemed noisy and noisy.

Lucien noticed that there were many strangers in leather armor or with a fierce aura, and even women with a flamboyant appearance, who seemed to be mercenaries and adventurers.

Struggling through the crowd, Lucien finally made his way to the bar.

"Hey, guest, would you like a drink?" said Korn, sipping his ale and not raising his head.

Lucien said amusedly, "Uncle Korn, it's me. ”

"Uh, Lucian, how did you get to be like this?" Korn looked a little surprised when he saw Lucian's bruised face and his beard swaying, "Wait, Jackson of Aaron's gang came to inquire about you in the morning." Little one, you're not going to mess with these scoundrels, are you?"

Lucien was reluctant to say more, "Well, the matter has been settled, Uncle Korn, I want to know which scholars in the Dao are teaching words?"

"You, you've got five silver narls, can't you rob those villains?" Korn was even more surprised, looking at Lucien as if he were looking at an unknown creature.

Lucien thought to himself that it was indeed a robbery, but he couldn't say that, so he explained a few words, and mentioned that the Joel family lent him money to make it up.

Cohen took a big sip of ale and praised, "Lucian, you and John are finally adults, and we are men who know how to be passionate and glorious!"

"However, you and the Joel family should be careful, although as long as John is still Sir Vane's knightly squire, they will not dare to retaliate directly, but in private, there are always fellows who like to take risks and gamble. Korn warned Lucien again.

Lucien nodded solemnly: "We'll be careful." ”

Korn then took out a blank piece of paper, on which he drew strange patterns like a child's scribble: "Hehe, I can't read, but I can always draw some marks myself." ”

Then he read out the names, residences, and study times of the scholars who were willing to teach the language, and let Lucien choose for himself.

Lucien listened attentively, comparing them one by one, and suddenly heard a familiar name: "Victor?

Cohen looked at Lucien strangely, "yes, you know Mr. Victor?"

"I saw him last time I went to the Musicians' Guild, but didn't Mr. Victor have a concert in Chant Hall in a little more than three months? he has time to teach words?" Lucien wondered if Cowen could be mistaken.

Korn Ha laughed, "That's why Mr. Victor teaches words. ”

"It's not easy to hold a concert in the Chant Hall, you need to get an invitation from the Council of the Musicians' Guild, or Her Royal Highness the Grand Duke, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha. And since there is only one concert a week in the Psalm Hall, it will be a long wait for all but the dozen or so musicians who are famous. Mr. Victor had been invited half a year earlier, and in order to prepare for the concert he had turned down all performances, including those of the Syracuse court, so that his income became very small, and it is said that he was supported by his savings. ”

Lucien understood the reason: "But since Mr. Victor attaches so much importance to the concerts in the Chant Hall, why should he waste time teaching words?"

"I don't know, but I've heard that the closer you get to the concert, the more stressed Mr. Victor becomes, and you know that musicians are always very sensitive, and if you don't find something else to do, maybe Mr. Victor will go crazy with this concert! Korn took a sip of ale.

Lucien thought for a while, compared to other scholars, he had seen Victor before, and felt that his personality and demeanor were good: "Well, then I will learn from Mr. Victor." ”

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The Gisu district, named after the great musician who invented the violin, is home to most of Aalto's musicians and musicians, and is beautiful, quiet and tidy.

The trees on both sides of the street resemble plane trees, and the sunlight shines through the leaves on the ground, forming patches of bright golden patches, forming a melody of light and darkness with the surrounding shadows.

Lucien walked under the tree according to the address given by Cohen, and after several times of getting lost, he finally found No. 12 Snowva Street in the Gisu district.

Inside the blue-black walls is a small two-story building, covered with cyan vines, with an ancient and quiet atmosphere, and if all goes well, Lucien will be here for the next two months, from 2 to 4 p.m. every Monday through Friday, for the next two months.

Lucien knocked lightly on the door, and soon a servant came, through the iron gate like a fence, he glanced at Lucian's clothes, and frowned slightly: "May I ask who you are looking for?"

When Lucien made his intentions clear, he still didn't believe it: "Learning words is five silver narls a month, pay it in first and then learn, are you ready?"

Lucien didn't pay much attention to this level of discrimination, and now, there was nothing more important than learning words by himself, so he took out his money bag and poured out a few silver narls in his hand: "Of course." ”

The middle-aged servant looked at the silver nar in Lucian's palm in disbelief, and couldn't believe his eyes at all, such a poorly dressed guy could take out five silver nars at will, and a servant of a musician like him only had ten silver nars a month, and it would be good to save one silver nar a month after excluding household expenses.

As he opened the door, he looked at Lucien warily: "Mr. Victor is a well-known musician in Aalto, and he is familiar with the officials of the town hall. "There seems to be a suspicion that Lucien is getting his wealth from abnormal sources.

Lucien smiled, did not answer, and followed the richly dressed servant through the courtyard, to the small building on the second floor, and watched him open the brown wooden door with his hands and feet, and went in to report.

After a few minutes, the servant came out and said softly, "Come with me, and then hand over Yinnar directly to Steward Ace in the hall." ”

The hall is spacious, with a discreet dark yellow carpet, and furniture such as amber coffee tables, brown sofas, and small round tables are placed nearby, and in the distance are long striped tables, which seem to be dining tables.

Perhaps because there were more people who came to study, Victor did not choose a study room, but was in the hall.

On the sofa, on the red wooden chairs, sat five men and three women, all of whom looked young, ranging from thirteen or fourteen to early twenties.

On the coffee table or small round table in front of them were quill pens, papers, and other objects, and from time to time they were carefully copying something, and more often they were whispering pronunciation, reciting words, or humming tunes.

Judging from their clothing, it was evident to Lucien that two of the men and one woman, although their clothes were cleaned and seemed to be dressed with all their might, were still very ordinary in nature, while the other three men and two women, whether old or not, looked very valuable.

Lucien guessed that they were ordinary members of aristocratic families who could not inherit the title and most of their property, nor could they stimulate their blood power, and they had no extra money to hire a special governess, so they could only find scholars to study, and in Aalto, becoming an elegant musician was a very good choice.

In this kind of private teaching, it is impossible for everyone to follow the same pace, so Victor, who is wearing a red coat, speaks in front of this person for a while, and whispers in the ear of this person for a while.

Lucien glanced around the hall, and near the door, he saw a dignified butler in a neat black gown, with gray hair and a wrinkled face, who was not young, but he stood there with his back straight and meticulous.

"Hello, are you Mr. Ace?" Lucien asked in a low voice.

The butler nodded: "Yes, I'm Ace, can I know your name and the current level of study?"

"It's a great honor that I'm Lucien Evans, and I've never studied words. Lucien replied in a whisper as he handed the five silver narls to Ace.

Ace, the butler, took the silver nar and glanced at Lucien a little strangely, wearing such poor clothes, and having never studied at all, obviously from the slums, young people in this kind of place are generally rude and rude, but he can't imagine that although Lucian in front of him doesn't know any etiquette, at least, he is very polite and mature, which is beyond his expectations.

He walked lightly to the center of the hall and whispered a few words in Victor's ear, who turned to look at Lucian, then nodded kindly to him, pointed to an empty single couch, and motioned for Lucian to sit there, while Ace walked upstairs.

At this time, the eight young men and three women in the hall who were concentrating on their studies noticed the arrival of new learners, and they all raised their heads and looked curiously at Lucien by the door.

With black hair and black eyes, delicate and profound facial features, he has a good appearance, but he wears a linen crop top, trousers of the same color and ordinary heelless shoes, although he is clean and tidy, he cannot hide the poverty and poor living environment.

"This kind of poor people even want to learn words?"

This was the first thought that rose in their minds, and their faces could not help but show strange and surprised emotions, not at all expecting that the new companion would be a poor boy.

Then, the five boys and girls, who might have come from aristocratic families, quickly masked their expressions with indifference, buried their heads, and continued their studies, while the two men and a woman, who seemed to be commoners, looked at Lucien until he sat down on the single sofa with curiosity and doubt in his eyes.

Among them, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who was also black-haired and black-eyed next to Lucien subconsciously moved to the side, as if Lucian exuded an invisible stench.

Lucien didn't have the sensitivity of glass, but because of the maturity of his experience, he just thought it was funny, shook his head, and placed a stack of white paper and a quill pen that he had bought for copper fell on the small round table in front of him, and waited quietly for Victor to come.

After maybe five minutes, Victor took a black hard-cover book from Ace, who had gone and returned, walked up to Lucian, placed it on the small round table, and whispered: "This is "Lingua Francano Pronunciation and Elementary Grammar", just right for beginners of your level, okay, turn the first page of the first chapter, and I will teach you the pronunciation of the thirty-two letters first." ”