There was a huge pile of garbage that had been cleaned out and was not suitable for throwing down the drain, and Lucien went back and forth seven or eight times, getting dirty, and almost moved them all to the four-wheeled cart.

In fact, every morning, coolies hired by the church collected the garbage from inside the city and transported it outside the city to avoid the city's filth and disease, but the musicians' association did not want to wait until the next morning, because such a large pile of garbage was really unsightly.

Picking up the pile of rubbish at the back, Lucien cautiously and silently entered the hall, walking around the edge of the rotunda towards the door.

"Wolf, damn it, can't you just let me watch the score quietly for a while?" a mellow but somewhat shrill voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time a figure in a red coat hurried down the stairs, and as he walked down, he turned around and cursed, just bumping into Lucian, who was unable to dodge.

With a bang, something fell on the carpet in the garbage Lucien was holding, and even though the carpet was thick and soft, it still couldn't stop it from making a slightly dull sound.

The figure in the red coat shook a few times before he stood firm, and it was none other than the musician Victor who had gone up earlier.

Victor took a deep breath, then bent down to pick up the broken oil lamp and handed it to Lucien, who was still struggling to stabilize the other trash he was holding, "I'm sorry. ”

Down the stairs came a brown-haired middle-aged man in a long dark blue coat, his chin had a noticeable forward arc: "Victor, the association is not just for you, I have the right to do what I want, and go back to my own home if I want to do whatever I want." ”

He made a gesture to strengthen his tone, and there was a smile on his face that could not be concealed: "It has only been more than three months since your first symphony in the Chant Hall, and I understand your nervousness and sensitivity, but you don't even have a piece of music ready yet, do you? ”

"Damn, you have what it takes to put on a concert of your own in the Chant Hall. Victor cursed under his breath and turned to leave the hall.

Wolf's face became very bad, and he scolded in a low voice as he returned upstairs: "If it weren't for you, I would ...... in more than three months."

Lucien saw that the quarrel stopped, so he continued to walk out of the gate with the garbage, and suddenly, his eyes swept away, and he saw the oil lamp that was placed on the top without glass, and saw the lampholder with a beautiful carved pattern that had been worn out a lot, and his heart moved slightly: "This seems to be metal?"

With this in mind, Lucian put the pile of garbage on the four-wheeled cart, stretched out his hand and touched the lampholder, and found that it was indeed a metal product, it seemed to be copper, but it was harder and more flexible than the copper Lucian had seen in his previous life: "Something similar to copper? Although there is not much metal in this lampholder, if you sell it to a blacksmith, it should still be able to sell a few copper fils." ”

"Money?" As a real poor bastard, no matter what Lucien sees now, he will think about whether it is worth it or not, and his thoughts are opened, "Maybe there are some good things in this garbage, such as the waste paper I saw just now, the broken quill, etc." ”

Lucien is like discovering a "treasure", his heart is full of surprises, although it is so insignificant for the rich, but it is the first ray of light on the road of Lucian's struggle to change his life, as long as he can save enough five silver narr, he can initially master the text within a month, whether he learns magic or not, he can understand the situation of this world when he understands the text, and he has all kinds of sights and experiences in the other world, and there is a library of books, and he can find another one at that time. A better way to get rich.

Excitement, hesitation, and yearning for a better future made Lucien full of strength, pushing the four-wheeled cart, and walking out of the city, but at the same time, he was also worried, finding out what could still be used and sold from the garbage heap, there was no technical content, and only normal people's rejection of dirty things and fists could be stopped.

"As long as the gangsters don't intervene in this, I can handle the rest of the scattered beggars. After fighting the red-eyed rats in the sewer room with Gary and Correa, Lucien is still a little confident in his own strength, although his strength is not as good as that of adults who have been trained for a long time, but when fighting, not flustering, calm, accurate and ruthless are also important factors for victory.

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 in the Musicians' Association?"

After I came up with the reason why bards like Rhine were eager for the Musicians' Guild, Lucien quickly put the matter behind me.

When he arrived at the city gate area, Andre still had a little impression of Lucian, and when he saw a cart of garbage, he immediately understood what task he had received, so he smiled at him, did not come up to entangle, and let Lucien pass the careless look of the soldiers guarding the gate and go out of the city gate.

"They didn't send anyone to follow me, so the gang really didn't intervene. Lucien thought strangely and excitedly.

Lucien, however, did not let this go, and after walking for more than twenty minutes towards the lower reaches of the Belém River, he saw that the surroundings had become secluded, so he pushed the four-wheeled cart into the grass by the side of the road, and he rummaged through the garbage for something that might be sold for money.

A broken oil lamp, several pieces of rusty metal, eight broken quills, crumpled clumps of waste paper, and so on.

Lucien flipped to the bottom and pulled out a square hazy transparent black veil, which had a faint scent, and there was an obvious hole in it, as if it was hooked somewhere: "It looks like a veil, maybe it's a female musician." ”

Looking at this veil and rubbing its texture, Lucien had no fragrant associations at all, only a judgment on whether it was worth it or not: "It should be a very good black yarn, but what can you do with it?" Well, you can sell it to a tailor and cut it into small decorations such as skirts and coats, lace, etc. ”

After wrapping the found items in a few pieces of waste paper and hiding them nearby, Lucien continued to push the four-wheeled cart towards the garbage dump in the lower Belém River.

In less than ten minutes, Lucien arrived at the Belém River and saw the piles of mountain-like garbage, but to Lucian's surprise, there was not as much garbage as he imagined, and the place where the garbage was piled up was still some distance away from the clear emerald water, and it was impossible to be washed away by the river: "Could it be that it is concentrated and treated with divine magic?"

The surroundings were very quiet, and Lucien didn't see half a figure, only a foul smell came from it: "No one else came here to rummage through the valuable things in the garbage?

Regardless of the reason, seeing this pile of foul-smelling garbage, Lucien was like seeing piles of money, and after disposing of his garbage, he couldn't help but walk around here, completely ignoring the stench, compared to the plague that has not yet been traced, the empty money bag allows Lucian to take a certain amount of danger, besides, there are magic and magic to treat this world.

Of course, Lucien was also afraid of contracting some disease, and when he rummaged through the garbage, he held his hand with waste paper and was very careful.

The Musicians' Guild is an upper-class organization, and it naturally has more valuable things in its garbage than others, but Lucien still finds a lot of things here that can be sold for some money.

Considering that he had to pass through the city gate, for fear of arousing the suspicion of others, and that it was the first time, Lucien was a little apprehensive, so he just took a half-rotten cloth bag, and moved the rest of the things to a nearby hiding place to bury them, and then pushed the four-wheeled cart back the same way, and then put the oil lamps wrapped in paper first in the cloth bag, stacked them on the four-wheeled cart, and smoothed it out as much as possible so that it looked like it was spread on the four-wheeled cart to avoid the four-wheeled bike getting dirty.

And the veil and other things that can be hidden on the body, Lucien of course put it in his pocket.

When passing through the city gate, the guards still only glanced at it casually, and waved Lucien in.

Pushing four wheels to Andre and Mag, seeing them hurriedly covering their noses, Lucien secretly laughed: "I'm Lucian, I'm here to get paid for that incident in the Musicians Guild." ”

Mag stepped aside, cursing as he poured out copperfell: "Damn it, get your money and get out of here, with this dirty, smelly cart!"

And Andrei stood farther away, with a habitual smile on his face: "It seems that it is the first time that you have sent garbage to the Belém River, and it has taken so much time to go back and forth, hehe, if it is delayed until dark, it is not a question of whether you can enter the city, there are water ghosts there late at night." ”

"The church didn't destroy all the water ghosts?!" Lucien certainly didn't ask, and with doubts and luck that didn't arouse the suspicion of André and Mag, he quickly left the city gate area and returned the four-wheeled cart to its owner.

After this trip, Lucien earned five copper fairs, but for Lucian, what was on his body and in the cloth bag was the key to whether he could raise five silver fils as soon as possible.

After returning to his home in Adjean, Lucien hid everything else and went impatiently to the market district with his veil.

Because he didn't know if the yarn of this texture could be washed, Lucien simply didn't do any treatment, anyway, he was careful not to let it get too dirty.

When he arrived at the door of a tailor's shop, Lucien hesitated a little, worried about being scolded by others, worried about being kicked out, just like when he used to work as a salesman, his face was flushed, and he didn't know what to say, so he concluded that he had no talent for sales and gave up.

"Worrying about these is actually the fear of losing face, what is the problem of disgrace or not in my current situation? Can face make black bread turn into white bread, can I eat steak, cod, and drink wine? Can I learn to write?"

After Lucien crossed over, he experienced a lot, and even was in danger of life and death, at this time, he only hesitated slightly, and then made up his mind, took off his face, put it in his pocket, and walked into the tailor's shop without any hesitation.

In the shop, a gray-haired old man with glasses saw Lucien come in, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?" Lucian's dress didn't look like someone who could enter such a high-end tailor's shop.

Lucien smiled enthusiastically: "Old gentleman, do you need black yarn, I have a good ...... here"

Before he could finish speaking, the gray-haired old man interrupted Lucian's words: "What good black veil can you have, get out of here, damn liar." ”

He cursed as he walked out of the counter and pushed Lucien, not giving Lucian a chance to take out the black yarn at all: "Even if there is, it is stolen, old Juo, I am a serious tailor, and all the fabrics are only bought from the Rauch firm." ”

Pushed out of the shop, Lucien reluctantly looks for the next one and decides to change his ways.