93 Recomposing (1/2)

Chapter 93: Recomposing

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

The coachman was so experienced that Lucien did not feel the road bumpy at all.

Having lots issues troubling his mind, by the time Lucien stopped thinking, the coach was already in front of Lord Venn’s manor.

”Mr. Evans, we’ve arrived. Do you need me to tell the guards?” The coachman turned around and asked Lucien politely. An elegant gentleman usually did not talk to ordinary guards.

”No, thanks.” Lucien smiled, ”My friend is a squire here. We’re equal.”

With his awakened Blessing, Lucien was only a step away from becoming a knight. However, in his mind, he and John were simply good friends, and there was no level or class difference between them.

It was Ian and Durago who were guarding the gate today. Immediately they puffed out their chests when they saw the fine coach with the coat of arms of Fire Bull, ready to welcome the guest.

They were very surprised when they saw Lucien again. They still remembered him: in their memory, Lucien was only a pauper who did not show much respect to them, and now in the white shirt and black suit, the young man looked like a decent noble.

They did not come to themselves until Lucien was standing in front of them, ”So… sorry, are you looking for John?”

”Yes, please.” Lucien did not recognize them.

When Ian was about to go into the manor, Durago asked with a bit hesitation, ”Excuse me, sir. Are you… are you Mr. Evans?”

After the great success of the concert, even John, as a very moderate young man, could not help himself sharing what he knew about Lucien and all the praises his good friend received from the grand duke, the grand cardinal and princess.

”Yes, I’m John’s friend,” answered Lucien.

”Your work, Fate, was played on Lord Venn's banquet several days ago. It was fantastic!” Durago said to Lucien with great excitement, ”I’m so sorry that I was being really rude to you.”

This big tough guy was very sincere and excited. Lucien sort of recalled the conflict that happened between them before and was quite surprised that Durago was this enthusiastic about music.

Soon Lucien realized Aalto was indeed the City of Psalm.

”It’s okay. I’m glad you like my work,” answered Lucien politely.

Standing beside Durago, Ian put on an embarrassed smile.

After the concert, Lucien experienced a big change in the way many people treated him. Durago’s sincere apology and all the flattering words triggered Lucien’s thought. The sudden upgrade in his social status turned what happened several months ago into a distant dream.

”Mr. Evans, can I invite you to my place?” asked Durago, rubbing his hands nervously with excitement.

Finding a random excuse, Lucien refused him politely, but he felt quite awkward.

Soon John came following Ian, looking a bit confused, ”Lucien! I’m going back home later this afternoon. Has anything happened?”

”Yes, but it has been solved. No worries.” Lucien pulled John’s arm, ”Let’s get on the coach first.”

The old coachman was smart enough to know that he should not be listening to the conversation. So he tied the horses firmly to the hitching post, walked away from the coach, and took out his tobacco under a big tree.

When John was listening to Lucien, his face darkened and his brows knotted. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his hands so tightly that his whole body was shaking. When he heard that his parents’ fingers were cut, his teeth were gnashing. However, John did not say even a single word. He remained silent and listened carefully.

”I’m terribly sorry, John,” said Lucien, whose heart was full of guilt.

Lowering his head, John did not answer immediately.

Lucien knew that his friend needed some time to recover from his pain and great anger. So he remained silent with John.

After a while, John finally started to talk,

”Lucien, it’s not your fault. I don’t blame you.”

That was the first thing John said to Lucien. Instead of venting his frustration, John chose to comfort his best friend to free him of his horrible guilt.