Chapter Forty-six Sylvia

  Today's happiest thing is that I made it onto the weekly recommended list, although I'm in last place, but in my heart, being on the front page of the weekly recommended list top 15 is almost equivalent to being on the monthly ticket list top 15, only great authors can achieve this. Today, I was able to make it on, and I'm really, really happy and grateful to everyone. Please continue to recommend and support me with your votes... Also, I'm first on the new book list and third on the Jiang list, although it's because DaDa's book has been full for a month and automatically dropped off the charts, and also because I haven't been exerting myself, but being able to be in first place is always satisfying and exciting. Please vote for Sanjiang, at least until DaDa gets serious...

  For Lucien, who wanted to become a musician to cover up his identity as a magician, Pierrot's question was not something that needed to be hidden, and he smiled in response: "Currently I am studying with Mr. Victoire the modified harpsichord he has transformed, ah, Mr. Victoire believes that his modified harpsichord is already a brand new, revolutionary instrument, which he has named the piano, it will soon be registered at the association."

  Although Lucien can obtain many of the items he needs from the circle of magic apprentices using "knowledge", Lucien's own knowledge background is very problematic, and with his current identity, it is impossible to delve deeper into it. He always uses knowledge to exchange for goods, either running on the edge of a cliff or quickly emptying out the knowledge that can be spoken, and even if he uses knowledge to obtain money, he needs a profession with a decent income to cover up everyday expenses such as clothes, food, housing, and carriages.

  So, for the study of music, Lucien has always been diligent, and even if there is enough time, such as finding the location of the Continental Magic Council headquarters a few years later, becoming a musician would be more useful than becoming a bard. After all, it's rare for people to suspect that a talented, elegant, and excellent musician who can compose beautiful music that makes people drunk, will be a dark, evil, and ugly magician.

  "Harpsichord? Piano?" Pierrot's face became animated and excited, he suddenly stood up, walked to the bookshelf, turned around in circles as if searching for something, finally he knocked on his own head, pulled out a book from a certain shelf, handed it to Lucien, "Whether it's harpsichord or piano, you need this book, I learned harpsichord by looking at this book, and in four months, I'll be taking the association musician exam to become a qualified musician!"

  As a guild, the musicians' association, like other guilds, controlled and monopolized many things within the guild, such as the recognition of musicians. And for musicians who were subjective and idealistic, everything depended on the nobles' opinions.

  "The Art of Harpsichord Playing." Lucien took it and glanced at it, thanking Pierrot politely. Anyway, he had stayed up all night and was in poor spirits, unable to analyze the magic in his mind, so he might as well read this book to pass the time.

  Pierre, however, did not let go of Lucien's intention, and poured out a torrent of words about the performance of the pianoforte, scores, music theory, etc., as if he knew that after Lucien started learning piano, he had found a "companion" and couldn't wait to share all his thoughts about music, with a hint of madness.

  Lucien, who had been studying music for so long, also had some foundation, and reluctantly followed the discussion, but his eyelids couldn't help drooping down, filled with drowsiness. Several times he tried to interrupt Pierre's words, but was ignored by him.

  Fortunately, at this time, a woman wearing a black veil and a white elegant long dress came in from outside the library. Her waist was not tightly tied by her belt, but she was naturally slender, walking with a full sense of rhythm, dignified and elegant, like a beautiful painting slowly floating over from afar.

  At the same time, under her long skirt, she seemed to be wearing white stockings that resembled silk stockings, which made her legs appear straight and slender in a blurry way.

  "Is there stockings in this world? Is it a byproduct of alchemy?" Lucien had developed a conditioned response, whenever he found anything similar to things on Earth, he couldn't help but observe and speculate. However, in the eyes of the lady and Pierrot, Lucien's gaze was somewhat impolite.

  "Ahem, ahem." Pierrot came to from his ecstatic musical state, coughed twice and nudged Lucien with his elbow to remind him of his manners, while smiling warmly and saying: "Madame Sylvie, is there anything I can help you with?"

  Lucien withdrew his gaze and nodded in greeting: 【So she was Sylvia.】

  Sylvia was often gazed at with similar eyes, got used to it and didn't get angry because of that. She took off her black veil and said calmly to Pierrot: "Hello Pierrot, I'm here to borrow a few books, they are..."

  She was indeed as beautiful as Pierrot described, with a head of black hair as quiet as silk and eyes as deep as the night sky, paired with slightly narrowed eyes, a small and straight nose, giving people a warm and elegant feeling.

  Pierre didn't think Sylvia would remember his name, and he was excitedly flushed in the face, repeatedly saying good, then quickly stepped towards the bookshelf to find the books Sylvia needed.

  As Sylvia stood in front of the wooden cabinet, Lucien caught a whiff of a faint, seemingly familiar scent: [Could it be that the 'Black Nightingale' fabric I picked up back then was hers?]

  As his soul strengthened, Lucien's memories became clearer and he soon recalled the first bucket of gold he had picked up as a scavenger. He then glanced at the black silk hat in Sylvia's hand, making some mental deductions.

  However, after Lucien carefully distinguished it, he felt that it was not right: [The fragrance is similar, but there is still a difference. It seems to be the same perfume or powder used by different women.]

  As for this matter, Lucien was only a little curious and had no intention of finding the lady, he couldn't say to her at that time: "Hello, I picked up your lost hat and sold it for money."

  Due to nervousness, due to excitement, and wanting to make a good impression in front of Silvia, Piero became flustered and completely forgot which shelf the books were on. After several minutes, he still hadn't found any, his face still red, but no longer from excitement, but from panic.

  At this time, because Pierrot had not returned with the book for a long time, Lucien couldn't help but turn his head to look back, seeing him throw a pleading glance at himself with a red face and ears, so he lost his smile and shook his head, walked to a bookshelf, casually pulled out a book, and took out the one Silvia needed.

  This is not only because Lucien has a good memory, but also because Lucien has already incorporated the books and materials in this music library into his own soul library, and the shelves formed are arranged under Lucien's intention, completely according to the real library. Therefore, as long as he thinks about it in his mind, he can immediately find its location on the shelf.

  At first, Pierrot was not paying attention, just filled with gratitude. But seeing Lucien didn't stop or hesitate, walking continuously to several bookshelves and pulling out the books Sylvia needed, his mouth dropped open: "When did he become so familiar with the library?!"

  Lucien politely asked, holding a stack of books in front of Sylvia: "Ms. Sylvia, are you going to read here or shall I help you carry them to your resting room?"

  If it's said that Lucien didn't have any manly thoughts towards Sylvia, the stunning beauty, then that would definitely be a lie. However, Lucien was very clear-headed and rational, knowing his identity as a magician and his future plans to go to the mainland's Magical Council headquarters wouldn't allow him to pursue romance and love in Alto. Therefore, without expectation, there wasn't any excitement or tension, and he appeared extremely calm and composed in front of Sylvia, forming a strong contrast with Piero.

  "Sign here, put it on the desk, and someone will come to help me with it later." Sylvia's voice was low and husky, with a unique sensuality.

  She was a bit strange, just now she came in and stared at her own legs with a lewd gaze, but now she's acting like a gentleman who likes men but not women. However, this strangeness wasn't enough to make her curious about Lucien, so while waiting for Lucien to register, she casually asked: "What's your name, whose student are you?"

  Those who can do this job must have a relationship with the association. Sylvia still needs to show basic courtesy.

  "Mrs. Silvia, I am Lucien Evans, a student of Mr. Viktor." Lucien replied simply.

  Sylvia smiled faintly, like a delicate lily: "I heard that Mr. Viktor has created a brand new musical instrument, the piano, and I'm looking forward to his concert."

  After exchanging a couple of casual sentences, Silvia fell silent, maintaining an elegant and quiet demeanor.

  After finishing the registration, Silvia walked a few steps towards the library and waved goodbye with a smile. It was then that Lucien noticed three people waiting outside the library. One of them was exceptionally tall, even half a head taller than Lucien, wearing a black veil similar to Silvia's, with long legs hidden under a black skirt, standing still like a straight spear. The other two were a beautiful young girl in a maid's uniform and a middle-aged woman in a black long dress, whose elegant face was overshadowed by her stern demeanor.

  She was looked at by Lucien, and the middle-aged woman returned a cold gaze. As she was stared at by her dark blue eyes, Lucien couldn't help but tremble all over, falling into a strange and fearful state. The surroundings turned black and white, as if her eyes contained a turbulent sea, and a terrifying giant wave was about to crash down on him.

  Lucien's mind was a complete blank, unaware of when the maid had taken away the book, or when Sylvia had left, until the middle-aged woman was only a silhouette in the distance. The black and white world around Lucien regained its color, and then he saw that woman who was at least a head taller than Sylvia, wearing a black veil, seemingly hearing something Sylvia said, turned her head to glance at Lucien with a hint of playful smile in her eyes, which surprisingly passed through the veil and clearly conveyed to Lucien's eyes, as if it had already solidified.

  "Who are these two? What terrifying strength!" Lucien's back was drenched in cold sweat, this being the strongest person he had met so far. Especially that middle-aged woman, all his magic and spiritual power seemed to be rendered useless by just one glance from her, completely dispersing.

  Pierre walked up to Lucien, sighing: "Miss Sylvia is my goddess, I become speechless whenever I see her, fumbling and unable to look anywhere. Ah, it seems that you, Lucien, are even more shameless than me, with a thicker skin, not caring about Miss Sylvia's opinion at all, staring straight at her legs without even blinking an eye. It really makes me admire you... Eh, Lucien, why has your face turned pale again?"