There was a lot of garbage that was cleaned up and not suitable for throwing into the sewer. Lucien went back and forth seven or eight times, and made him dirty and almost moved them all to the four-wheeled cart.

In fact, every morning, the coolies hired by the church uniformly collect the garbage from the city and transport it outside the city to prevent the city from being dirty and diseased. However, the Musicians Association did not want to wait until the next morning, such a large pile of garbage would really hinder the beauty.

Holding the last pile of garbage, Lucien entered the hall with caution without making any noise, and walked around the edge of the rotunda and towards the gate.

"Wolf, damn it, can't you let me watch the music score quietly for a while?" A mellow but sharp voice suddenly rang out, and a figure in a red coat rushed down the stairs. He turned around and cursed while walking down, just hitting Lucien, who was unable to dodge.

With a clang, something fell on the carpet from the garbage Lucien was holding. 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 standing firm. It was Victor, the musician who had gone up before.

Victor took a deep breath, then bent down and picked up the broken oil lamp, handing it to Lucien, who was still rushing to stabilize the other garbage in his hand: "Sorry."

The stairs came down again with a middle-aged man with a dark blue coat. His chin had a distinct curve of forward tilt: "Victor, the association is not just for you. I have the right to do what I want. If I want to do whatever I want, go back to my home."

He made gestures to strengthen his tone, and a smile on his face was unconcealed: "It's only more than three months since your first symphony in the Hall of Psalms. I understand your tension and sensitivity, but you won't even be ready for the music, right? I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and even planned to write an article for you in "Music Review" after listening."

"Damn it, if you have the ability, you will hold your own concert in the Hall of Psalm." Victor cursed in a low voice and turned away from the hall.

Wolf's face became very bad. While cursing, he returned to the upper floor: "If it weren't for you, more than three months..."

Seeing that the quarrel stopped, Lucien continued to walk out the door with the garbage in his arms. Suddenly, he glanced at the oil lamp on the top without glass, saw the lamp holder with beautiful patterns that had been worn a lot, and his heart moved slightly: "This seems to be metal?"

With this idea, Lucien put the last pile of garbage on the four-wheeled cart, reached out and touched the lamp holder, and found that it was indeed a metal product, which seemed to be copper, but it was harder and more flexible than the copper Lucien had seen in his previous life: "A similar element to copper? Although this lamp holder does not have much metal, if it is sold to a blacksmith, it should still be possible to sell a few coppers."

"Money?" As a real pauper, Lucien now thinks whether it is valuable or not, and his ideas are opened. "Maybe there are some good things in this garbage? For example, the waste paper I just saw, the bad quill pen, etc."

Lucien was like discovering a "treasure", his heart was filled with surprise. Although it was so insignificant for rich people, it was the first ray of dawn that Lucien had on the struggle to change his life. As long as he could save enough five silver nals, he could initially master the text within a month. Regardless of learning magic or not, he could understand the situation of the world by understanding the text. He had various experiences and experiences from another world, and had books from a library, and he could find another and better way to make money.

Excited, hesitant, and yearning for a better future made Lucien full of strength, pushing the four-wheeler and walking out of the city, but at the same time, he was also worried. He found what could be used and sold from the garbage dump, but there was no technical content. All he could do was to stop him from the rejection of dirty items and fists of normal people.

"As long as the gang does not intervene in this, I can handle the other scattered beggars." After fighting against the red-eyed rats with Gary, Correa and others in the sewer secret room, Lucien is still a little confident in his strength. Although his strength is not as strong as that of adults who have been trained for a long time, he is not panicked, calm, and accurate and ruthless when fighting.

Not far from the Musicians Association, Lucien suddenly saw a young man with silver hair walking leisurely towards the Musicians Association: "Rhine, what did he do in the Musicians Association?"

After self-determination of the reason why Rhine like a bard was very much aspiring to the musicians association, Lucien quickly left this matter behind.

When he arrived at the city gate, Andrei had a little impression of Lucien. When he saw a car of garbage, he immediately understood what task he had taken. So he smiled at him and did not come up to entangle. He let Lucien look through the gate guard soldiers casually and leave the city gate.

"No one was sent to follow me, did the gang really not intervene?" Lucien thought strangely and excitedly.

However, Lucien did not relax because of this. He left the city gate and walked towards the lower reaches of the Beren River for more than twenty minutes. Seeing that the surroundings became quiet, he pushed the four-wheeler into the grass on the side of the road, and he was searching for something that could be sold in the cart of garbage.

A broken oil lamp, several rusty metal pieces, eight broken quills, many scrap papers, and so on.

Lucien turned to the end and pulled out a square, hazy and transparent black veil, which had a faint fragrance and had a clear hole on it, as if it was hooked somewhere: "It looks like a veil, maybe it belongs to some female musician."

Looking at the veil and rubbing its texture, Lucien had no erotic association at all, and only judged whether it was worth it: "It should be a good black veil, but what can I do? Well, I can sell it to a tailor and cut the black veil into small decorations for skirts, coats, etc., laces, etc."

After wrapping the found items with a few pieces of waste paper and hiding them nearby, Lucien continued to push the four-wheeler towards the garbage dumping ground in the lower reaches of the Beren River.

In less than ten minutes, Lucien arrived by the Beren River and saw piles of garbage like hills. But what surprised Lucien was that the garbage was not as much as he had imagined, and the place where the garbage was piled was still a distance away from the clear river water like emeralds. It was impossible to be washed away by the river water: "Can we concentrate on using divine art?"

The surroundings were very quiet. Lucien did not see a single figure, only stench came: "No one else came here to search for valuable things in the garbage? Could it be that they were afraid of the plague, or they didn't have this habit?"

No matter what the reason is, when Lucien saw these stenchy garbage, he was like seeing piles of money. After disposing of his own garbage, he couldn't help but walk around here, completely ignoring the odor. Compared to the plague that had no trace, the empty wallet could make Lucien take a certain amount of danger. Besides, there are divine arts and magic to treat this world.

Of course, Lucien was also afraid of some disease. When searching for garbage, he hugged his hands with waste paper and was very careful.

As an organization in the upper class, the Musicians Association naturally has more valuable things in its garbage than others, but Lucien still found a lot of things that can sell some money here.

Considering that he had to pass through the city gate, he was afraid of arousing suspicion from others. In addition, it was the first time, Lucien was a little nervous, so he just took a half-baked cloth bag and transferred the rest of the things to a nearby hidden place to bury it. Then he pushed the four-wheeler back on the same road, then put the oil lamps wrapped in paper in the cloth bag, piled them on the four-wheeler, and tried to make it as smooth as possible to make it look like it was laid on the four-wheeler to avoid the four-wheeler being dirty.

Lucien, of course, put the veil and other veils in his pocket.

When passing the city gate, the guards still took a casual look and waved Lucien to go in.

Pushing four wheels to Andre and Mag, Lucien smirked: "I am Lucien, I'm here to pay for the musicians' association."

Mag stood up to the side, cursing and poured out Copperfield: "Damn it, get out of your money, bring this dirty, smelly cart!"

Andre stood further away with a habitual smile on his face: "It seems that this is the first time you sent garbage to the Beren River. It took 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 did not destroy all the water ghosts?" Lucien certainly would not ask such words. With doubts and the gratitude that did not arouse Andre and Magre's suspicion, he quickly left the city gate area and returned the four-wheeler to its owner.

During this trip, Lucien earned five copper fairs, but for Lucien, the things on his body and in the bag are the key to whether he can raise five silver nils as soon as possible.

After returning to his own home in Adejean, Lucien hid the rest of the things and hurried to the market area with his veil.

Because I didn't know if the yarn of this texture could be washed, Lucien simply did not do anything. He was always very careful and did not let it get too dirty.

When he arrived at the door of a tailor shop, Lucien became a little hesitant, worried about being scolded by others and being kicked out. Just like when he was working for sales, his face turned red and hesitated and didn't know what to say, so he decided that he did not have the talent for sales and gave up.

"Worrying about these things is actually because I am afraid of being embarrassed. What is the question of whether I am embarrassed or not in my current situation? Can face turn black bread into white bread, let me eat steak, cod, and drink wine? Can I learn to write?"

After Lucien traveled over, he experienced a lot and even had the danger of life and death. At this time, he was just a little hesitant and made up his mind to take the face off, put it in his pocket, and walked into the tailor shop without any hesitation.

There was an old man with gray hair wearing glasses in the store. When he saw Lucien coming in, he asked in confusion: "What's the matter?" Lucien's clothes were obviously not someone who could enter such a pretty high-end tailoring shop.

Lucien smiled enthusiastically: "Old sir, do you need black veil? I have a good piece here..."

Before he finished speaking, the gray-haired old man interrupted Lucien: "What good can you have? Get out quickly, a damn liar."

While cursing, he walked out of the counter and pushed Lucien, not giving Lucien a chance to show black veil: "Even if there is, it was stolen. Old Huo, I am a serious tailor, and all the fabrics are only bought from Rhochi Trading."

After being launched into a small shop, Lucien was helpless in searching for the next one and decided to change the way.

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