71 The White Letter (1/2)

Chapter 71: The White Letter

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Weighing the moneybag, although most of the time Lucien was able to stay quite calm, now he was a bit thrilled.

”Well… I can be quite a moneygrubber sometimes.” Lucien mocked himself a bit in mind. Lucien was aware that there was supposed to be thirty-four gold coins in the bag, but he did not say anything about it, and of course Hank would not mention anything as well. It was an unspoken rule, Lucien knew that.

After leaving Hank’s office, Lucien decided to visit Pierre in the library. After all, they worked together for more than two months. Lucien should a least say goodbye to him as friends.

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Staring blankly, Pierre was sitting behind the counter, which was blanketed by two outspread newspapers.

”Good morning, Pierre.” Lucien greeted.

As if he was suddenly awakened from a dream, Pierre gazed at the person standing in front of him for a moment in puzzlement, then he slowly answered, ”Lucien…” As soon as he called the name, his face darkened, ”My fault… I shall call you Mr. Evans now.”

Pierre’s attitude surprised Lucien quite a bit. Lucien thought he knew Pierre’s personality relatively well from working together with him in the past two months. In his mind, Pierre was never a silly or an arrogant jerk.

”Pierre… Why…?” Lucien was confused.

”You guys ruined harpsichord! You guys know nothing about harpsichord!” Pierre’s dark brown eyes were filled with anger.

Lowering his head, Lucien saw the newspapers on the counter, of which the two articles on the current pages were both about Victor’s piano concerto.

Lucien remembered the details of the two articles, since the content was already stored in his spirit library just now when he was flipping through the newspapers.

One of the article praised the improvement that Victor made with traditional harpsichord and applauded for the impressive features of the new music instrument―the piano, while the other criticized the playing skills Victor used during his playing, accusing Victor’s new fingering with piano a betrayal of classical fingerings and the great tradition of music.

”You may hold different opinions, and I understand, Pierre.” Lucien tried to mediate, ”But we don’t have to argue over this. Just leave the discussion to the musicians and critics.”

”Answer me. Do you think you really understand harpsichord?” Pierre directly ignored Lucien’s words and questioned him again.

Lucien came up with the book that Pierre once recommended him to read, which was titled The Art of Harpsichord Performance. Locating it in his spirit library, Lucien noticed the name of the author was Antonio Sandor.

”Your father is… Antonio Sandor, the author of The Art of Harpsichord Performance?” asked Lucien.

Pierre paused a moment. Then he squared his shoulders and answered proudly, ”Yes, I am the son of Antonio Sandor, a great harpsichord musician.”

”That’s why you’re so angry?” Lucien stared up at Pierre and asked calmly.

”The great achievement made by my father can never been ruined by you guys!” answered Pierre with excitement.

”What is talking to me now is your prejudice, Pierre, not you.” Lucien did not want to argue with him, ”Anyway, I just wanted to say goodbye to you. From today on I won’t be working in this library anymore.”

”I was wrong about you, Lucien,” said Pierre with strong dislike, ”I thought you honored music a lot, but in fact you’re too arrogant to show your respect. You’ll definitely regret in the future if you don’t stick to traditional fingerings. Watch out, you genius!”

Lucien opened his mouth and tried to say something, but finally gave up. He directly turned around and left the library.

He thought Pierre and he would become friends. Lucien sighed in his mind. After all, a friend was easier lost than found.

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Since the concert was a great success, everyone was taking a weekend off for the first time in a long while. Lucien did not find Felicia in their practicing room on the fourth floor.

”Maybe Felicia will be at home in the afternoon,” wondered Lucien. He still had no idea how to persuade Felicia to help him.