The melody from the study on the second floor is melodious and beautiful, the sound of the piano is delicate and soft, like a birdsong in the early morning, and like a gurgling water, elegant and bright, so that those who hear it can't help but feel a sense of tranquility and immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the tune.

- Very high standards.

That's Ian's assessment. He didn't know music, or rather, he never studied music. Liking to listen to it and being able to do it are completely different things, and he never imagined that Isengard would be so skilled in piano skills.

But now that I think about it, as the youngest son of the Marquis of Ellen, Isengard can't have been learning alchemy all the time, and nothing else - he is also a person who has experienced a full set of aristocratic training, and knowing one or even multiple musical instruments is the norm.

When Ian reached the door of the study, he saw the blonde boy with his shoulders and arms steady, his slender hands outstretched, soothing but quick tapping on the keys, bringing up note after note.

"Ian, did you get the noise?"

Sensing the arrival of his friend, Isengard ended the exercise with a smooth rhythm, he stood up, and said with some embarrassment: "I sense that you have woken up, and I think it should be no problem to practice." ”

"That's good." Ian praised bluntly: "There's no need for me to stop, it's okay to keep playing." ”

"To be honest, I didn't expect your piano level to be so high, it was really unexpected."

At Isengard's level, in his opinion, it was enough for a small recital...... Of course, it may also be the increase in body control brought about by the sublimator, but the level of the opponent is obviously talented.

"It's almost over, just keep it up every day and don't forget it."

Isengard smiled, "It's my hobby...... When my mother said that to be an alchemist, you need to have a dexterous and stable hand that can be controlled freely, and she asked me how to practice, and I preferred the piano. ”

"It's you."

Speaking of this, Isengard also looked at Ian seriously, and he sighed: "I should be surprised-you will really leave Nanling and come to the imperial capital...... Oh my God, how dangerous must it be along the way? How many adventurers and mercenaries would not dare to cross the territory of half an empire so easily. ”

"And, depending on the time, you almost can't wait to get there...... Ian, it may be a bit presumptuous, but I have a sense that you probably really like the feeling of being on a traveling adventure......"

"Is this really that interesting?"

The green eyes of the quiet lake stared at his friend with deep incomprehension.

Isengard's question is actually a question for many people.

Mr. Silverfang also lamented to Ian that it was unimaginable for a teenager to embark on a journey at such a young age.

Even Viscount Grant, who made the request to travel, essentially wanted to protest against the Marquis of Batun, and even suggested that Ian live in Nauman, where he had a mansion for Ian to use and practice alchemy.

None of them thought that Ian himself would want to travel.

None of them could have imagined that Ian was so happy and even joyful to embark on the journey.

This is too far from the exclusion and dissatisfaction they imagined.

Hence the confusion.

"Hmmm......"

Ian pondered for a moment.

If it had been yesterday afternoon, he might have made up a random reason to tell Isengard, but it didn't matter anyway, and he didn't think that answer was a lie.

But after experiencing the fairy meditation and becoming more aware of his heart's deepest desires, the boy did not intend to mislead anyone in this regard.

So he thought for a moment and said seriously: "What do you say, Ethan...... Exploring, traveling, and adventuring are essentially the same thing, and it's not a hobby to choose from. ”

"It's a part of my life."

"No matter how much I try to convince myself that it is safer and better for me to stay in Port Harrison, in the end, there will definitely be something that will make my journey."

"And at that point, I will find that my luggage and packages have already been packed and ready – I have it in my heart, and I will prepare it for it before I know it...... Get ready for coats, shoes, weapons, and hometown sustenance. ”

"It's only the moment I start to take a step that I'm truly alive."

"That's who I am. Elan, Elder Pudd, and even Viscount Grant and others...... So I can stop a little. But they can't keep me forever. ”

Ian laughed as he said this, with a kind of optimistic self-deprecation, and a witty boast: "After all, for someone like me who eats without looking at the bowl and only forks the pot, it's really easy to get moldy if you stay where you are." ”

"And it's wasteful, isn't it? Everyone likes me, both in terms of my personality and my looks...... In that case, then I should walk more and make more people happy. ”

"With my ingenuity, I should always go and see the bigger world, so that more people can see me—otherwise, wouldn't it be a kind of burial of resources?"

When Ian said this, he was essentially joking, waiting for Isengard to complain about his narcissism.

Unexpectedly, this friend of the same age nodded solemnly: "Indeed." Now I kind of get it a little bit...... Indeed, Ian you should travel around the world so that you can better understand the world, help more people, and be helped by more people. ”

Now it's Ian's turn to be uncomfortable: "Just kidding, I'm not that self-centered yet, and I think everyone will be happy when I get to a place - don't take it seriously." ”

"But that's the way it is."

Isengard picked up a stack of papers from the piano: "This is what I'm going to show my mother later...... You see, wherever you go, solve the problem. Ian, you may not think of it yourself, but you did help a lot of people, and that's something I envy and admire. ”

Ian began to think that Isengard's boastful human form was a bit overdone.

That being said, of course, it makes people happy to have someone who recognizes themselves.

"Ian, do you know how to play a musical instrument?"

Isengard stood up from his piano chair, and he was just looking for a topic, not trying to test or guess anything—he was very good at it.

"I can. But that kind of instrument has no soul. ”

Ian looked at the study and saw that there were indeed quite a few instruments, from simple to complex, from street to elegant.

He stepped forward and picked up a lute, the most common instrument he had seen in bars everywhere, and the one he was most familiar with in Terra: "I don't know how to play, to be exact. ”

"I only imitate."