11 Findings (1/2)

Chapter 11: Findings

Translator: winniethepooh, Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

A big pile of trash was in the backyard garden. It took Lucien a couple of rounds to throw it away.

To keep the city clean, there were people collecting trash every morning. But, the fancy association just could not tolerate the trash piling up in their garden for a whole day.

After finishing the work, Lucien sneaked into the hall and moved around the margins of the round hall towards the gate.

“Damn it! Wolf! Can you just leave me alone for one second and let me focus on my music?” He heard a deep and rich voice which turned sharp in the end. At the same time, a man wearing a red coat rushed down from the stairs.

Then, he ran right into Lucien.

“Bang!” Something heavy fell down on the carpet, making a dull sound.

Victor nearly lost his footing.

Taking a deep breath, Victor bent down and picked up a broken lamp which had fallen down from Lucien’s pile of trash.

“Sorry.” He gave the lamp he picked up from the carpet back to Lucien.

Another brown-haired man wearing dark blue long coat walked down from the stairs. There was an noticeable arch on his chin.

“Victor, you’re not the only musician here. I can do whatever I want. If you have a problem with it, then go back home.”

The smile on his face became even bigger, “I know, I know. There are only three months left before your concert. And I understand, I’m so looking forward to it. I’ll write an article for you on Music Criticism, especially for you…”

“Bastard! Let’s see when you can have your own concert.” Swearing in a low voice, Victor turned around and left the hall quickly.

The moment Victor turned his back, the smile disappeared from Wolf’s face. He walked back while murmuring, “It should be mine… ”

After seeing their argument, Lucien continued carrying the trash to the gate. Then, he saw the broken lamp decorated with fancy patterns and the bottom of the lamp was made of metal.

Dumping the trash into the cart, Lucien picked up the lamp. It felt like copper but more flexible. It would probably sell for several Fells at a smith’s shop. For a poor guy like Lucien, everything he saw would be related to money.

“Wait… maybe I can find more useful items like paper or quills in this pile.”

Now, this pile of trash was a treasure for Lucien. His heart was full of surprise and excitement. Although the rich people would not even bother looking at it, for Lucien this was his first chance of changing his life.

Five silver Nars was sufficient for one month's educational cost. Besides, He got an entire library inside his mind which could be constantly expanded. If he was able to learn how to read, he trusted that he would discover better ways for making a fortune.

Lucien felt energized just thinking about his future. Feeling excited, he pulled his cart out of the city. But, he was also worried: No one liked old things from trash.

“I just gotta be careful. If Aaron’s gang caught wind of this, they’re gonna demand more from me.” After Lucien’s fight in the sewers, his fear for this world and towards gangsters diminished. He knew more about how to fight than they did.

After leaving the hall, Lucien saw a silver-haired man walking leisurely towards the association.

“Rhine? What’s he doing here?”

Lucien did not think much about it. It was not strange for a bard visiting such a reputable place.

Andre was at the gate. He recognized Lucien and saw his fully loaded cart. He just waved his hand and let him leave out of the city.

Although excited, Lucien did not easily lower his guard. After a twenty-minute walk from the gate, Lucien finally stopped at a quiet place along the Belem River.

Rummaging through the trash, Lucien got some useful stuff: A broken lamp, several rusty pieces of metal, eight worn out quills, and some bundles of paper, etc.

Finally, Lucien pulled out a nice smelling damaged black lace. It looked like a veil, which might once belong to a female musician.