After returning to Priul's house, the two chatted in the living room for a while and then the day's activities came to an end.
Brutus walked into his bedroom. The room had been cleaned by Jephson, the burning oil lamp was filled with enough oil to light up the night, and the fireplace was filled with enough firewood to burn until the morning.
He took off his coat, changed places with the "Introduction to Swordsmanship" on the bedside table, and then sat on the bed with the book.
However, he had no intention of opening the book in his hand. Instead, he was thinking about the performance in the alley. Although he had a relatively clear understanding of the fact that he was in a fantasy world, this was just a reflection of the performance in the alley.
Awareness of world context rather than understanding of situations.
Brutus felt that he should sort out what he had seen and heard so far - of course it was impossible to record this matter in writing, but it was necessary to go through it in his mind.
"From the perspective of the larger historical environment, this era seems to be similar to the period between the founding of Rome and the Republic." Brutus's understanding of this period of history mostly came from the war and some things he had watched out of interest.
video, so it is naturally impossible to get him to say one, two, three.
"The social system seems to be full of various contradictions. It has many characteristics of a slave society, but also has a tendency of feudalization. The Senate in the royal capital seems to have important power and can elect King Loma, but it seems that it needs to work with the king.
There are some compromises and exchanges of interests that I don't quite understand."
"Both freemen and citizens have certain channels for advancement, but from a institutional perspective, the mobility of this class does not seem to be strong." Thinking of this, Brutus couldn't help but sigh that he really came to this world at a good time.
——Not becoming a slave with a low status made him even more grateful.
"Different from the novels and games we usually see, the professions here seem to be very mixed." Brutus quickly went through the professions he knew. "Flower and bird fortune tellers and astrologers should have the same abilities, but the latter is not."
It’s still in its infancy.”
"The role of the bird hunters in the incident in Tateto seems to be small - strictly speaking, the incident still seems anticlimactic."
"Although there are extraordinary powers in this world, many people point to the fact that individual strength alone can never defeat the group." Brutus felt that this point made him most curious, "I don't know this.
How the rules work."
But when he thought about Puliul's fighting performance, he somewhat understood why others thought so. Although Puliul showed the power of swordsmanship, it seemed more like an empty show.
After thinking for a while, Brutus sighed: "It seems that human beings in this world are still on the road of exploration and discovery, which is very consistent with my current situation."
He shook his head, gave up his thoughts, and prepared to focus on the book. But he realized something, and took out the notes he had made before and compared them with his memory.
But before he could finish it, a knock on the door interrupted his action.
"Prior? What's the matter?" Brutus asked the person outside the door.
"Is it convenient to come in now?" Priul's voice came from outside the door.
"Of course, please come in."
Priul was wearing his coat and frowning, looking like he was worried about something. He walked into the room, pulled out the chair next to the desk and sat across from Brutus.
Brutus thought for a while and decided to take the initiative to ask: "You seem to be worried?"
"You remember what happened in the alley, right?"
"Of course, I'm not that forgetful." Brutus nodded, feeling that Priul was probably going to tell him something about the past that he hadn't told him before.
Although he felt that the relationship between the two was not good enough for them to talk about their concerns, it wasn't a bad thing to hear it - after all, it was what Priul himself was willing to say.
Puliure paused for a few seconds and expressed his thoughts: "I think there is something wrong with this."
"?" Brutus showed a subtle expression, waiting for Priul to continue.
"'Sleepless Night' is a piece of music I heard with the same name a few years ago." Puliure clasped his hands together and kept rubbing each other, "The styles of these two pieces can be said to be the same.
They are completely different, but——"
"I feel a familiar smell."
Although Brutus wanted to complain about how the song could be tasteful, he continued to listen patiently.
Priul's brows kept tightening: "Even if I don't know much about music, I can still hear some particularly familiar melodies after taking elective courses in this area at the Knight Academy. How can I put it...
"
After thinking about his words, he continued: "I don't think I can explain this melody clearly to you at my level, but I can confirm that this composition technique is very similar to the music composed by a particularly promising female composer at that time.
.”
"But a sudden fire burned the composer to death in her residence."
"So what do you mean?" Brutus was a little confused. He didn't understand what Priul wanted to say at all.
"I'm sorry, I think what I said didn't sound important at all." Priul wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. The way he took off his coat made Brutus wonder if there was really such a thing in the room.
hot.
"Prior, although I don't understand music, in my opinion, similar melodies don't mean anything. During the creative process, it is common for creators to borrow something they know, not to mention plagiarism.
something happened.”
"I understand, what I want to say is not actually about the music, but -"
"That female composer?" Brutus became even more curious. He didn't understand what the relationship between the two was.
"The fire at that time happened right in front of me, but I didn't do anything. I just-" The scene at that time seemed to appear in Puliou's eyes, and he wiped his forehead again, "The house
The screams of the woman inside told me I had to do something, but I chose to stay further away to avoid the fire reaching my position."
"Prior, are you sure there really was that fire?" Brutus interrupted Priul's recollection in a calm tone, "Or, even closer, are you sure there really was that composer?"
?"
"You were still staying in Sissoko City at that time, right?" Brutus put the book on the bedside table, got up and opened the window of the room, and a gust of wind came in from outside.
“On the way, I also saw the design of the streets in Sissoko City. Each block seems to have many public pools, and several elevated water canals run through the entire city. The building materials of most houses are not easy to catch fire.
And the highest houses here don’t exceed three floors.”
"If the composer had lost her legs, I would really believe that she would not have been able to escape."
Brutus stood opposite Priul, looking down at the pensive knight in front of him: "Memory can also be fake. I think you'd better recall your memories carefully."