Victor was not a fool who focused on music and was sluggish. He felt very clear about Wolf's hostility. He was angry and funny. He didn't steal his chance to hold a concert in the Hall of Psalms. However, when the Council screened and compared musicians before, it happened that he and him entered the final discussion. If anyone blamed, he would probably blame Wolf for being better at writing comments than creating music and forgetting his musical pursuit.

"Of course, Wolf, I've written a new piano concerto. I'm very satisfied. Do you want to listen to it in advance?" Victor smiled and fought back. His piano concerto has been registered with the Musicians Association. He is not worried that Wolf will copy it after listening to it.

Wolf didn't expect Victor to sweep away the sluggish and decadent for several weeks, full of confidence, and his face turned pale immediately. He hummed twice and said stiffly: "Victor, I'd better keep a little curious. I hope you don't let me down in three months in the Hall of Psalm." Victor was so confident that Wolf was afraid that after listening to his piano concerto, he would not only not expect the sarcastic words to hit him, but would make him not eat well and sleep well in the past three months.

Victor spread his hands and said with a smile: "What a pity. I originally hoped you would give me some advice."

Wolf didn't want to continue on this topic, and turned his eyes and saw Lucien next to Victor, and saw his old, cheap linen clothing, so he raised his chin with contempt and said, "Victor, when did you know the lowly, uneducated poor?"

Although the family of direct families had never received a title for several generations since Wolf's great-grandfather, no matter what, Wolf's distant relatives still had a viscount and several lords, which did not prevent him from regarding himself as a noble, looking down on Victor and other musicians of civilian origin, and always maintaining a cold and noble attitude, naturally not to mention a poor man like Lucien. With his annoyance and hatred of Victor, when he saw Lucien beside him, Wolf was like seeing a disgusting mouse running to his dining table.

Lucien's almost insulting tone to Wolf was deeply funny except for a slight anger. No matter where, as long as there are property, wealth, poor, and status differences, some people will artificially distinguish "noble and low". Modern society is better. This strange world of Renaissance and the dark medieval era is completely nakedly expressed and proud. If you want to change this discrimination, you can only rely on your own strength.

Victor is a civilian, and he also has an indescribable disgust for Wolf's attitude. He frowned and said seriously: "Please pay attention to your words, Wolf, this is Lucien, a young man with great talent in music recently, who has been studying music with me recently."

Although Victor himself did not discriminate against the poor, the atmosphere, atmosphere and education of the whole world still had a deep impact on him. Therefore, when introducing Lucien, in order not to let him be discriminated against and his disgust towards Wolf, Victor couldn't help but brag. Even so far, he himself didn't know whether Lucien would be born with a lack of music.

"Hahaha, he, hahahaha, he has the talent for music? A lowly poor man who has never been influenced and educated by music has the talent for music? Victor, I think your mind is getting abnormal to prepare for the concert." Wolf seemed to hear something very funny joke, laughing without his demeanor, leaning back and forth, and the aggrievance just now completely disappeared, and he laughed loudly at Victor and Lucien.

Victor did not expect that his kindness bragging caused Wolf to react so much. While lamenting that he could not understand Wolf, he could only continue to hold on: "Aalto is the city of Psalm and the capital of music. Everyone here is favored by the Lord and influenced by music. Even the poor have many outstanding bards. Moreover, some people's musical talent is the gift of the Lord, and they are born with it. Acquired influence and education only wipe out the dust that covers the gems and let it bloom its original brilliance, right?"

Wolf smiled and shook his head, pointing at Lucien: "There is indeed such a musical genius, but since he is given by the Lord, the power of the bloodline's divine grace should be easily inspired. So Princess Natasha is, and the Lord Earl Verdi is, and what is your "student" called? Well, Lucien, definitely not. If he can become an excellent musician, I will publicly apologize to you and him in the Music Review and will never hold a concert again."

With pride, Wolf made a positive guess quickly, but he was cautious and deliberately added the word "Excellent" in front of the musician. Anyway, as long as it is not recognized as Excellent, even if Victor uses this sentence to himself, he can still disagree.

According to the information Lucien knows these days, Princess Natasha is the only bloodline of Grand Duke Vaurit, the Violet Earl, and this title is the first one that every Grand Duke must inherit before he ascends the throne, because the Vaurit family is the Violet family. She has a very good musical talent, good at violin, flute, and harpsichord. If it weren't for her identity, she would have become an excellent musician. Of course, as a knight, Natasha is also an outstanding fifth-level knight. She is only twenty-five years old, not far from the rank of the Sky Knight.

Earl Verdi is also a member of the Violet family and is the nephew of the Grand Duke. He has written several excellent music. He is not currently in his own territory, but is the highest commander of the City Guard in Alto and has just become a fifth-level knight.

After saying that, Wolf did not look at Victor and walked towards the stairs with a smile.

Victor shook his head in disgust and said to Lucien: "Don't pay attention to this narrow, sarcastic, vulgar guy, just do your own study with peace of mind. You can go and handle other things in the afternoon, and come to Elena tomorrow morning and ask her to take you to the library. Well, you will have a day off every week. Whether it is Saturday or Sunday, it depends on how you and your companions who manage the library together. Okay, I'll go to the concert hall."

Watching Victor leave, Lucien turned his head and handed the contract document to Elena: "I'm going to bother you tomorrow, Elena."

Elena smiled, and there was a shallow vortex on the left: "This is my job, Lucien. By the way, don't pay attention to Mr. Wolf. In the association, most people don't like him, except those directors, yes, directors with titles."

"Haha, Mr. Wolf, who always takes his chin proudly, will he look at the chins of several directors humbly and respectfully?" Lucien said humorously based on the meaning of Elena's words, which made Elena giggle.

After talking and talking to Elena for a few words, Lucien was busy going back to explore the sewer entrance, so he offered to say goodbye.

"Lucion!" After walking a few steps, Lucien suddenly heard Elena's scream and turned around and looked at her in confusion.

Elena clenched her right hand into a small fist and waved it: "Lucion, I believe you, even if you can't become a musician, you must become an excellent musician. Then see what Mr. Wolf's expression is!"

Before joining the Musicians Association, Elena's life was between the poor and the civilians, so she empathized with Wolf's tone just now and was very dissatisfied with her.

Lucien imitated her and waved her fist and said perfunctorily: "It's certain!"

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At around nine o'clock in the evening, except for a few drunks, there were no signs of people in the Adejean area. In the silence of the night, there were occasional low barking of wild dogs. For the poor in this world, they always go to bed early and get up early. There is no colorful nightlife at night. They also need to get up early in the morning and be busy with their livelihood.

At dinner, after telling Uncle Joel the good news that he had received help from Mr. Victor and found a very good job, Lucien told Uncle Joel that he had learned to return to his cottage on the excuse of studying, doing meditation and waiting for an analysis of the magic he was preparing to learn.

He quietly flashed out of the cottage and gently closed the wooden door. Lucien walked lightly towards the entrance of a remote sewer that had been explored in the afternoon. When he parsed out the four magic arrays, he could use the magic materials to arrange and use some formal magic to weaken and auxiliary versions, such as "micro-effect fossils into mud", which is to open a secret passage in his room to lead to the sewer and build a magic laboratory in the sewer. Then there is no need to go in and out and make people suspicious.

After patiently observing that there was no one around, Lucien carefully entered the sewer entrance.

This time, the smelly smell, the slippery and dirty environment around it, still made Lucien uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but it could not stop his enthusiasm for learning magic. He shuttled through the sewers, looking for remote corners, and marking the rough sewer map in the Soul Library.

Moreover, during the process, Lucien also scraped a lot of moss that emitted a faint light from the wall and put it in his left pants pocket, because this moss is called "fluorescent moss", and is a casting material for an apprentice-level informal magic "Light Forbidden Technique".

While searching, Lucien felt strange. He had not met the beggar who lived in the sewer as Correa said. There was a quiet surroundings. Except for Lucien's own slight footsteps, it felt very terrifying.

Soon, Lucien found a very suitable site for magic experiments. It was a fork in the road. The place in front was blocked by a huge rock more than ten steps away. The left side led to a deeper place. As long as you stand well, you can easily find whether someone is approaching the left and behind.

A ball of sulfur powder was squeezed out from the pocket on the right side of the linen top. Lucien sighed that if he could not become a formal magician, it would be troublesome to just cast the spell casting materials he carried with him. He only had four kinds of them, and he could also put them in four pockets. Those dozens or hundreds of kinds of them would probably have to use special magic robes with rows of small pockets in his belt.

Recalling the parsed magic structure and the magic structure he understood, Lucien stretched out his right hand, his fingers were pinched, and the thin sulfur powder slowly slid from his hand, making a strange, difficult-to-mouth sound from his mouth, and the expression on his face was serious and gloomy under the fluorescent light.

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Chapter completed!