Vol 1 Chapter 10 (1/2)

Chapter 10: The Musician’s a.s.sociation

Recalling all kinds of ways to make money in countless traveling novel, Lucien sadly realized that his understanding of the world was not enough for him to test any of those ways. Also no matter what he was gonna do, the first bucket of gold was needed——and he only had seven Copper Fier currently.

Thus, when the nine a.m. sun s.h.i.+ned at the Market area, Lucien already started to carry the cargos on his back and moved toward the city gate. Survival is the first priority of all time.

Sweats dropped from his face, into his collar and soaked the linen clothes. The sun, which was not so hot yet, s.h.i.+mmered at Lucien, doubling his pain of carrying the heavy boxes. At the same time, Lucien needed to endure the endless talking from Fatty Gutch, the person standing by.

“Dammit, who finds a kid to do the work? Hey, you, walk carefully, don’t drop my stuff!”

Looking at Gutch, who sweated because of his questioning non-stop, Lucien silently answered him. You are the one who is too stingy to hire another person.

Well, because of that, Lucien was paid with four Copper Fiers instead of three.

Finally reached the City gate, Lucien placed the cargo on the carriage.

Gutch reluctantly took out four Copper Fiers from his pocket and pa.s.sed it to Lucien, “You’re paid, boy. You are stronger than I thought, I will find you if there are other works for you to do.”

Lucien was in fact not as strong as his peers, but he’s cheaper and did the jobs of two all by himself. That’s why the stingy Gutch praised him, and completely forgot how he was p.i.s.sed about that.

Not long after he got the payment, Lucien saw two fierce-looking men in linen clothes walking towards him.

“I’m Andre, under Boss Aaron.” The man in brown hair said, there’s a blunt scar on his face.

Lucien already knew what they’re coming for. Not planning to be special, he took out a Copper Fier and gave it to Andre.

Another tall, big man glared at him, “Two Copper Fiers!”

“I thought it’s one?” Lucien was penniless and Fiers-less now, therefore he tried to argue even though he knew that he cannot act against the gang members.

“If you were not showing-off your muscle, which you don’t have any, Gutch would be hiring two people and we’ll get one from each of them. Now, are you saying that we should take the loss?” Andre smiled like an ordinary businessman.

One Copper Fier was not hurting Lucien’s bottom line, it only took him one second to hesitate between one Copper Fier and getting beaten badly by the gang. He took out another Copper Fier and gave it to the big man who walked back and forth, boasting his muscle.

“Nice job, boy, you do know the rule. In the past there’s often those bold kids challenging us, however, you saw that we’re still there, but they are now at the bottom of River Beleń. Anyways, Magg, there’s someone coming over there.” Andre threatened for a while like he usually did, and walked away with Magg.

Staring at their back, Lucien felt slight anger and grievance. Even he had predicted the gang’s exploitation, he still couldn’t control his mind when actually facing it.

Lucien knew that if he wanted to escape such circ.u.mstance, he needed either more personal strength or higher social status.

Well, in that world, the two were often a.s.sociated with each other.

“Is there potions that can increase physical strength in the sorcery notes?” Lucien couldn’t control himself to think about magic even he knew it’s dangerous.

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The musician’s a.s.sociation, next to the Administrative District and the Hall of Chant, was famous for its unique architecture in Alto. Therefore it’s fairly easy for Lucien, who rent a wheeled carriage with him, to found that building call “Sparkling Flame”

The five-floored building employed a ma.s.sive amount of vertical lines, sharp steeples, colorful glazes and flame-shaped window lattices, which gave out an exaggerated, asymmetrical aesthetic beauty, complex and relaxed.

Caught the sight of Lucien, a thin man with long goatee hurried down the stairs, “Why are you so late? Look at the Bell of the Golden Cathedral, it’s almost one!”

Cohen had already taken Lucien to see that man when he takes the work, whose name was George, he had some relations.h.i.+ps inside the a.s.sociation.

“George, there’s still ten more minutes.” Lucien pointed at the tall, majestic Golden cathedral that seems able to control the entire city, there was still a distance between the minute hand and the top.

George complained, “The servants finished early, come in and they’ll hand over you the stuff. The musician won’t be happy to see that ‘mountain of garbage’.”