Vol 1 Chapter 9 (1/2)

Chapter 9: A rough start

Lucien was surprised with the funny scene in front of the pub, he walked in with confusion. Morning should be the most cheerless period for a pub.

At the door, a slim girl peeked into the pub, light blonde hair sways when she moved her head when she sighed and turned back, the girl was startled, “Lucien?”

Oh, another one who I don’t know but knows me? Lucien already got used to such circ.u.mstance, he smiled, “You are at the pub that early?”

The girl’s wheat-colored skin flushed: “I just heard that a new bard comes to Copper Coronet…I’m just curious and wanna take a look before working. Um. I don’t have much time, See you…”

Watching the girl hurriedly leaving, Lucien. Sounds like that bard have either extraordinary look or throat.

However, that was not related to Lucien, he gently pushed the pub’s door that stood ajar and walked in.

Dusky environment, strong booze, slatted wooden floor, disorderly placed chairs, and desks——That’s Lucien’s first impression on Copper Coronet. Walking in from a clean and bright morning, was like entering another world.

It takes Lucien a while to figure out where the bar was .

Several guys who just went through a hangover was awakened by Lucien’s footsteps. They cursed for a while in a daze, and soon went back to sleep like logs again.

There was only one man who sits in silent at the bar, drinking an amber wine. He had an eagle nose, about the age of thirty, and wore a long tight-fitting coat. Lucien felt a kind of murkiness from that man.

The man took a glance at Lucien and continued to taste his wine.

Lucien looked around and soon saw the sound sleeping dwarf behind the bar, he sat on a tall stool, leaning his head on the counter, and snored loudly. A large portion of his blonde bread got wet by his saliva.

Lucien felt like the dwarf won’t wake without outer forces, therefore he folded his finger, and knocked the bar counter.

In the dazing curses of several drunkards behind him, the old dwarf slowly raised his head, and blinked sleepily, “Hey, Lucien, you’re finally a grown-up, and you finally knows the importance of hard liquors to your life. Come on, let’s have a toast, for our new guest Lucien!”

“Uncle Cohen, it’s morning now.” Lucien was considering how to call him.

Cohen rubbed his eyes and looked at the dullish lighting, “I’m not drunk yet, don’t play the fool with me, that’s apparently midnight, such a good night.”

After some useless chats, Cohen finally became sober: “Lucien, there’s not much work for you, and no long-term jobs either. For other stuff, one of them is at nine a.m, Gucci’s shop in the market area needs someone to move some cargos from the warehouse to city gate, three Copper Fiers; but you know, such words are controlled by Aaron’s Gang, a you need to give on Copper Fier to them, you can only buy the worst black breadstick with the rest.”

“Also, the Musician’s a.s.sociation is doing a sweep up today, they need people to move the garbages to the bank of River Beleń. You can rent a four-wheel carriage, and go there at one p.m., the gross profit is pretty good—-eight Copper Fier. Of course, three for Aaron’s Gang.”

“There’s some more similar stuffs after one p.m. but unless you are a knight, it’s impossible for you to get back to town.

Lucien nodded his head, the work for musician’s a.s.sociation was probably the best, he also confirmed that the seven coins I have should also be Copper Fier.

“Uncle Cohen, is there any other better-paid jobs?” Lucien asked curiously.

Cohen starts laughing, “Hahaha, of course, there is, but not for you, those jobs requires really man to wrestle with their life and strength. Lucien, you are still a kid who can’t even drink Ale.”

He pointed at s.p.a.ce in the middles of the pub, giving a sense of seriousness, “Mount Obscurité is the largest storehouse, every year there is three, five, six, seven……anyways I can’t count, but innumerable mercenaries and adventurers entering the mountain chain, but only a tiny amount of them can finally come back,” Cohen belched, “Well certainly, they all made a lot of money.”

“Don’t look down upon those mercenaries and adventurers, many among them are real knights, even grand knights.” Lucien heard a soft and vibrant voice from behind, the rhyme foot of his sentences rising strangely every time, presenting a special aesthetic feeling, giving people a sense of allure and elegance.

Lucien turned his head, and saw a man in silver hair walking out of tavern part of the pub. He wore drainpipe trousers, red lined-s.h.i.+rt, and black high-collar coat. Such way of dressing should be pretty formal, but with that man, it felt much more informal and lazy. He had fine facial features, silver pupils, straight nose, thin lips, and silver, soft hair. Lucien had a feeling of looking at the silver moon at night when looking at that man.

The young man held a harp similar to Joel’s, and slowly walks by.

So he was the new coming bard. Lucien guesses, and asked, “Knights are real n.o.bles, why would they risk their lives at Mount Obscurité?”

Cohen also greeted the man, “Hey, Rhine, you wanna have a drink?”

“I only drinks after evening,” Rhine sat down next to the bar smiling, “For many empires at the east, there hasn’t been any war in the past two or three hundred year, there’s not much need for knights, since conferring the n.o.bility to a knights requires manors and lands. In those countries, common people, even if they activated their bloodline power, are only conferred knighthood but not real n.o.bility. Many become knights of other countries, and some comes to the Grand Duchy of Varolit——which is the closest place to heresies, dark creatures and sorcerous beasts——to gain fame and wealth.”