In the month of life (March), the cold gradually emerged, and the caravans, vehicles, and caravans to Aalto began to increase slowly.

In the last week of March, as if all the surrounding countries had come to Aalto, this large city standing in the western part of the continent became crowded and enthusiastic, because in a few more years, the "Aalto Music Festival", a major music festival on the mainland every three years, will be held, and countless musicians, musicians, bards, and aristocrats and businessmen who like music are rushing to Aalto one after another.

Coupled with the fact that it was originally the last big city for adventurers and mercenaries before entering the Dark Mountains, Aalto burst into unprecedented vitality and vitality during this time.

Even in the afternoon, the city gate of Nolan District was congested on the 1st, and Lilith, a delicate girl with pink hair, helplessly pulled her brother Sara into the city slowly with the group.

"Brother, where are you looking, walk intently!" Lilith whispered to Sara through gritted teeth, but habitually not loudly, as if afraid of attracting attention.

Sixteen-year-old Lilith is lively and beautiful, but she always seems to hide a faint melancholy temperament, which makes her charm many boys in her hometown town, and even the son of a minor nobleman wants to give up his title for her and not marry a nobleman of the same blood.

Sara stretched her neck hard, an excited expression on her face, "Lilith, look, that's the moon elf! What a delicate, beautiful face! Those ears really shake by themselves like the legend, so cute!" he said to his sister, pointing to a few beautiful elf girls who had entered the city not far away.

Lilith sparked curiosity and struggled to look over her feet on tiptoe.

The silver moon-like skin, delicate and beautiful faces, the neck contains several beautiful "divine lines" like deep secrets, and the finger-length, slightly swaying pointed ears all make these moon elves exude a strange charm.

"It's not much prettier than me. Lilith fell to the ground on her heels and muttered slightly, and then she screwed Sara fiercely, "Brother, put away your pervert heart and pay attention to your actions, this is Alto, the city that the 'gods are watching'!"

When the words "God is concerned" were spoken, Lilith subconsciously lowered her voice and watched cautiously and vigilantly at the crowd around her.

Sarah, who had pink hair, looked four or five points similar to his sister, and looked slightly feminine, he regretfully withdrew his gaze, and saw that he had entered the city, and hurriedly pulled his sister to a remote corner: "Lilith, relax, do you think you are so low-key and nervous, or am I so enthusiastic and relaxed, which is more likely to arouse the suspicion of the church?"

"But we can ...... Bi Jing is an apprentice in magic. Lilith looked left and right, the words of the magic apprentice muttering muttered in her mouth.

Sara spread her hands, "So what? We'll ask the scholar a few questions and then leave. ”

"Aren't you going to the Aalto Festival, brother?" said Lilith, looking disappointed.

Sara shook her head at the majesty of her brother, "It depends on the results of the interpretation, if time is short, we must leave immediately." Lilith, we will still be able to participate in the festival in three years, and if we can become official magicians, maybe we will only have this one chance in this life! Don't be willful, we will be mysterious and powerful magicians. ”

The word magician, Sara, is simply expressed in lip shapes.

"I understand that the Aalto Festival takes place every three years. Lilith, who grew up in a depressing, terrifying life where she could be caught and killed by the church at any moment, knew that she had no qualifications or rights to be willful, "We will be noble and mysterious magicians." ”

............ In the Bronze Crown Tavern, adventurers and mercenaries talk and laugh loudly, and from time to time they expletively use foul language, and occasionally two people who have taken a fancy to each other will meet to go to the corner of the back door of the tavern, the guest room on the second floor, etc., to solve physical or financial problems.

Lilith grew up in a small town, and although there were many hooligans in the tavern, how could she be vicious and unscrupulous here, and after struggling to avoid a pair of ill-intentioned hands, she finally squeezed to the front of the bar with her brother Sarah.

"Hey, why don't you two have a drink?" Dwarf Korn was already drunk himself, as usual.

Resisting the urge to use her magic to wipe out all the damn men behind her, Lilith nodded to Cohen, knowing the rules of the Tavern: "Give us two glasses of ale." ”

Korn cheered, "Hiccup, Korn likes a bold little girl like you the most, I'll give you another glass of ale in private." ”

Three glasses of bubbling oatmeal wine were quickly placed in front of Sara and Lilith.

After paying the copper, Sara took a sip of her glass: "Very good ale." ”

"Of course, Dwarf Korn doesn't sell wine that he doesn't like. Cohen's confused eyes flashed with a brief moment of lucidity, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Uncle Dwarf, we are from a small town near Aalto, and some time ago, by chance, we got a document belonging to ancient times, and we wanted to find a scholar to interpret the contents. Lilith vaguely said what her siblings were doing, "Can you introduce us to a few scholars?"

Korn burped, "Ancient texts, are they written in the Magic Empire script or the lingua franca script?" or Elven, Dwarf, Dragon, Abyss, or Hell?"

"The manuscript we have is not the original document, but has been translated into the lingua franca. Sara and her sister looked at each other and nodded slightly, "But since there is no literature in the front and back, we can't read this manuscript at all, so we want to find a scholar to interpret it." ”

Korn laughed: "I'm afraid this document involves a treasure, right?" After being the owner of the Adventurer's Tavern for so many years, he has seen a lot of similar things, some of them became rich and bought manors, and some of them disappeared forever.

"We don't know the Tao because we can't understand it. Lilith hid the key points, trying to squeeze out an honest smile.

Cohen poured himself a sip of ale: "I've survived this day because I never ask for the secret of the guest entry. If you want to find a scholar to interpret the white spoon literature, it can only be a historian, and Aalto's well-known historians include Baker, Alfonso, ......"

"Which one do you think is best?" asked Lilith cautiously, "or which one is the best?"

Cohen exaggeratedly shook his long braided golden beard: "Not one suitable, because they are all nobles! Only nobles and priests are proficient in ancient languages, can read historical documents, and know many secret things." When you bring the manuscript to them, there's a good chance you'll see something wrong. ”

"Is there really no suitable scholar?" Lilith and Sara were disappointed, but admitted that Cohen was right, it was indeed easy to be suspicious of such an ancient document in front of the nobles, and once suspected, in the face of powerful church and aristocratic officials, their brothers and sisters without background would probably be forcibly arrested and interrogated, "Aren't there no historians from non-aristocratic backgrounds?"

Such historians do not have access to many secret documents, and are not very wary of magicians and cultists.

Cohen shook his head again: "It's not a nobleman, it's impossible to become a historian." Wait......" he suddenly remembered something, "I know a scholar from a poor background, and he is also a 'historian'. ”

"Which gentleman?" Lilith asked, expectantly, Sara with the same expression.

Korn triumphantly said, "This scholar is Lucian Evans, a talented musician and a 'historian.'" ”

"Mr. Evans who wrote the piano pieces of 'To Sylvia' and 'Serenade 1st Movement in G Major?'" Lilith's mouth was all open into a circle, and the expression on her face was very complicated, with surprise, fanaticism, surprise, and disbelief, "He's also a historian?"

Sarah's expression was not much better than that of her sister.

Korn drank the glass of wine, "Don't you believe it? Lucien grew up watching me, a very smart and talented young man. Hiccup, anyway, I've heard from the Musicians' Guild that many musicians come to Lucien for historical advice when composing music and operas, and call him a 'historian', as if because in order to create a new work, with the consent of Her Royal Highness the Princess, he read all the non-hidden historical documents in the Latassia Palace, and Her Royal Highness even asked the scholar Mr. Baker to help him translate ancient books and documents. ”

But even so, Mr. Evans had only studied history for five or six months. Sara still didn't believe it.

Cowan was dissatisfied: "Hmph, Her Royal Highness and Mr. Baker both praise Lucien for his excellent organization and induction, his unique ideas about history, and his strong memory, he can become a qualified historian in five or six months." You don't need a reason to die!"

Famous from Lucian, Victor's words became a household name in Aalto.

"If there are no other suitable scholars, we may be able to go to Mr. Evans. Lilith looked at her brother cautiously and expectantly.

Korn saw her expression, "Little girl, you really want to see Lucien?"

"Of course, I love Mr. Evans' music very, very much, especially 'To Sylvia', which shows us pure and beautiful music with its simple melodies. Lilith became excited, "I wanted to go to the Aalto Festival just to meet Mr. Evans and hear him play." ”

"Uncle Dwarf, you have watched Mr. Evans grow up, can you tell me if he is elegant and handsome?" asked Lilith expectantly and shyly.

"Of course, Lucien is a handsome young man. ”

Lilith looked at her brother with a satisfactory answer, and Sarah's heart softened with the expectant look in his eyes, and it was true that he couldn't find any other suitable scholar, so he nodded and said, "We'll go to Mr. Evans later." ”

"You'll have to wait until tomorrow, for Lucien is preparing for the festival by writing and practising in peace at the 'Bruns' manor on the outskirts of him, and it's almost time for the gates to close. Korn reminded them.

"Brons" means quiet in the lingua franca.

Lilith pulled up her brother's sleeve and walked out, "Go now." ”

"What if you can't get into the city at night?" Sara wondered.

"Just by virtue of Mr. Evans' estate. ”

“......”

............... By the time Lilith and Sara arrived at the "Bruns" manor, it had already darkened, and the main house of the manor looked like a monster lurking in the darkness at night and against the backdrop of the Black Forest.

"How can this manor have an eerie feeling......" Lilith shivered subconsciously.

Sara felt the same way, but he forced a smile, "It's always like this at night. ”

After telling the guards guarding the gates of the manor what they were trying to do, Lilith and Sara were soon greeted by their butler, Mr. López.

"The lord told me to take you to the living room. "López was the original steward of the estate, in his fifties, solemn and calm, and Lucien did not change him because he would leave at any time.

It was dim, but it was not yet time for dinner, and the main house had not yet been lit, and it was all the more gloomy.

After sitting on the sofa in the living room and waiting patiently for a few minutes, Lilith and Sara saw a young man in a black coat and white shirt coming down the stairs.

(To be continued)