The titles of the Kingdom of France are not easily divided, and each count is very noble, almost all of them are local magnates or central dignitaries, with a long history and heritage.

The Lysarus family, on the other hand, has a marquis of inheritance.

What's even more special is that the insignia of the Lysarus family is the same one on the three white luxury carriages in his convoy!

This young lady turned out to be a member of the Lysalus family, no wonder she could be treated so ceremoniously by these musicians of the city of Lyon.

Johnny had apparently noticed such a dazzling young lady for the first time, and his whole eyes began to sparkle, apparently shocked by the lady's grace.

It wasn't until long after the group had reached the second floor of the bar that Johnny reacted, and he said excitedly to Sivi, "Great writer, have you noticed? That girl just now! Her skin is as smooth as milk, and her body is perfect to the extreme! She is the most beautiful and perfect woman I have ever seen in my life!"

The Lysalus family is a bloodline warlock inheritance family, although this young lady has not been able to awaken the family bloodline, but she also has amazing beauty and charm.

In fact, in the upper class of the Continent of Orrente, it is difficult to find an ugly person.

Because whether it is a bloodline knight or a bloodline warlock, these families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years have chosen the best spouses to have offspring from generation to generation, and some families do not even intermarry with the outside world, and digest internally to maintain the purity of the bloodline, so it has been passed down to the present, and it has become the norm for men to be handsome and chic, and women to be beautiful and beautiful.

Johnny was often proud of his extraordinary handsomeness, but in the presence of this Miss Lysalus, this appearance did not mean anything at all.

But in the face of Johnny, who was so excited that he had been completely captured by Miss Lusalus's charm, Sivi did not try to admonish anything, and he would not be sober unless he really fell on his heels.

After the arrival of Lincoln, president of the Lyon Music Society, the musical extravaganza held at the Blue Charm Bar began, and the musicians who were active in Lyon took to the stage, and their level was above the standard, especially in front of the beautiful Miss Lusalus, several young musicians played extraordinarily, pushing the atmosphere of the whole party to a climax.

It's just that most people play relatively elegant music such as harpsichord and violin, because in the eyes of the high-level people who have the right to speak within the music association, the kind of blowing instruments and songs sung directly with their voices are vulgar music and not elegant.

The nobles should enjoy the elegant music played on the harpsichord and violin, and leave the wind instruments and singing voices to the inferior!

However, in the midst of this peaceful atmosphere, a bold young man suddenly rushed into the center of the stage, holding a very old brass instrument in his hand, dressed in a very decent but in fact very cheap clothes, and his face was red with excitement: "My name is Johnny, and I am a singer, and I want to dedicate a song to this beautiful young lady!"

The audience was in an uproar, and a dignified middle-aged man shouted, "Who put this impudent inferior person in!"

Soon a red-clothed waiter ran in: "He paid five silver sol tickets to come in!"

A trace of disdain flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Since I have paid the money, it is already the most fortunate thing in my life to be fortunate to listen to the wonderful performances of the musicians." It is wishful thinking that he should still want to play a song for Mademoiselle Lysalus!

The two strong attendants set up Johnny and were about to throw him out.

"Beautiful and kind Miss Lysalus, you are so beautiful, like the bright moon in the sky, you have captured my whole heart, and my eyes are involuntarily turning for you. I hope you'll give me a chance!" Johnny, who had been set up, looked at the woman in white with a sincere expression and recited in an aria-like tone.

Mademoiselle Lysalus smiled like a flower, and the room was filled with spring: "Give him a chance to play, and if it sounds good, let him stay." ”

Miss Lysalus finally spoke, and the two waiters could only put the embarrassed Johnny down.

"In that case, I'll give you a chance!" the middle-aged man looked at Johnny with a somewhat unkind expression.

However, Johnny, who had received the approval of the goddess in his mind, had already left the threat of the middle-aged man behind at this moment, he straightened his clothes, put his brass instrument to his lips, closed his eyes gently, and began to play in front of the goddess.

Johnny was so focused at this moment that he almost pushed his craft to the limit.

He played the same country tune of south-western France, and it was a song about a young man expressing his love to a shepherdess, and it was so popular that almost everyone in the room heard it.

The melody was melodious and melodious, almost to the limit of what Johnny could do, and even in Sivi's opinion, it was a very good performance, not inferior to the performances of everyone before him. Even Mademoiselle Lysalus looked at her with admiration.

However, at this moment, Johnny's blowing voice suddenly became extremely sharp, almost tearing people's eardrums, like a boulder smashing into the already uncalm water, causing a huge wave!

Johnny didn't understand what was going on, how could he make such a low-level mistake when he was so skilled with the music?

But even though he was sweating profusely and his face was red, he couldn't restore his voice to normal at all, it was still so terrifying!

"That's enough!" President Lincoln finally spoke: "Young man, you are so unspeakable!

Johnny stopped playing in a daze, his eyes out of focus, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Throw him out!" the middle-aged man shouted, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

This is the bard?

It was apparently the middle-aged man who was messing with Johnny and ruining Johnny's performance, and he changed the sound that Johnny was playing.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Miss Lysalus's eyes, and she shook her head slightly, but said nothing.

This time Johnny didn't struggle anymore, and let the two red-clothed waiters cross their arms, and the whole person was already off the ground.

His performance was completely messed up, and instead of winning the favor of the goddess, he became a laughing stock.

At this moment, an elegant voice suddenly echoed in the hall: "Wait, he's my friend!"

Everyone's eyes shifted to the corner, this was a handsome young man who was too dazzling and had a bookish air.

The clothes on his body looked simple, but no one could distinguish the specific material, and for a while, he couldn't judge the true identity of this young man, and the audience fell silent for a moment. (To be continued.) )