47 Victor’s Trouble (2/2)

What Elena said was true. Once a person had enjoyed many delicacies, plain bread and water became hard to swallow.

“Then what’s your plan, Elena?” As a friend, Lucien did care about her.

“Well… probably to be a mistress of a noble or famous musician…” Elena laughed when she saw Lucien’s astonished face, “I’m just joking! I’ve saved some money and I’m gonna learn music like you, Lucien!”

“Wow, that’s really cool, Elena.” Lucien was impressed. An independent and hard-working girl was always impressive.

“I know! Ms. Silvia is my idol. I wish someday I could also be an elegant and beautiful female music master like her. For such a music goddess, nobody would say that staying single in her age is a big deal, because she doesn’t need a man at all — she has the world of music! Although I know many musicians in our association have a crush on her… well, Mr. Victor is not included.”

Mr. Victor’s wife had passed away almost ten years ago. Since then Victor remained single and put all his passion into music. Everyone in the association knew that, including Lucien.

“So are you gonna be Ms. Silvia’s student?” asked Lucien.

“I’ll try, but Ms. Silvia rarely looks for new students.” Elena nodded. Her green eyes were filled with happiness and excitement, “Or I can be your student, Lucien, when you become a good musician!” she smiled.

“It will be my pleasure.” Lucien also laughed.

…………

With plenty of magic materials, Lucien didn’t attend the apprentice meeting for the following several times. He had copied the journal Arcana in his spirit library before he buried it at the foot of the wall to let Smile take it back.

From the marks left by Smile, Lucien could tell they were pretty disappointed and were still looking forward to his presence. But Lucien did not want to rush — he still needed a few more weeks to fully absorb the knowledge that he gained from both the journal and the last meeting.

……

Time went by. When Lucien was able to cast nine apprentice-level spells consecutively at a time and was very close to moving to the next level, intermediate apprentice, there was only one month left before Mr. Victor’s concert was held in the Psalm Hall.

Being uninspired, this musician again became anxious and fretful. The tune of the fourth and also the last symphony just wouldn’t come in Victor’s mind. Soon he got too stressed to teach so many students, so he had no choice but to suspend the class for those non-music students for a whole month.

But his unusual testiness was still very obvious in the music students’ eyes.

“Bang!”

Something that sounded like an ink bottle fell on the floor and all of the students downstairs raised their heads. It was not the first time that day.

“Well… we gotta do something. Breaking stuff definitely can’t help with getting inspiration.” Lott shrugged his shoulders.