The Supreme Magic Throne

Chapter 11 Finds

There is a huge pile of garbage that cannot be thrown into the sewer. Lucian went back and forth seven to eight times to move everything to a four-wheeled cart.

In fact, every morning there are porters rented by the church to collect garbage in the city and transport it out of town so that the city is not dirty and diseased. But the Musicians Association was unwilling to wait until the next morning, because such a huge pile of trash had truly become a hindrance and was extremely disturbing.

Taking out the final pile of trash, Lucian entered the hall carefully without making a sound, walking around the edge of the circle-shaped hall towards the entrance.

“Wolf, dammit, can't you let me see the score calmly?” A soft but slightly sharp voice suddenly sounded. At the same time a red-coated figure rushed down the stairs while furiously, and accidentally hit Lucian who could not dodge.

Something fell on the carpet from the trash Lucian was holding. Although the carpet was thick and soft, it still could not stop the impact sound.

The red-mouthed figure staggered several times before standing balanced, it turned out that the figure was Victor who had climbed to the top floor earlier.

Victor took a deep breath, then leaned over to pick up the broken oil lamp and handed it to Lucian who hurriedly stabilized the other trash he was holding, "Sorry."

A middle-aged man who had a sharp chin forward, with brown hair in a long dark blue coat came down from the stairs, "Victor, this association is not your personal, personal possession, I also have the right to do activities here. Go home to your own home if you want to act as you please.”

He made a gesture to strengthen his tone, with a smile that could not be hidden on his face, "There are more than three months left your first symphony concert in the psalm hall will be held. I understand you're nervous and sensitive, don't tell me you haven't even prepared the music yet. I've been looking forward to it for a long time, even I plan to write an article for you in a music review after listening to it."

"Damn it, if you're great, try having your own concert in the Psalm Hall." Victor was angry with a heavy voice, turned around and left the hall.

Wolf's expression became very bad, while scolding, he returned upstairs, "If only there wasn't you more than three months later…"

Seeing that the quarrel had stopped, Lucian continued walking out the door with a pile of trash in his hand. Suddenly, his eyes saw an oil lamp at the top. An oil lamp that was no longer glazed, and seeing a beautiful engraving pattern, a worn lamp holder, his heart thought, "This seems to be metal.'

After thinking that, Lucian placed the final pile of trash on the four-wheeled wagon, reached out and touched the lamp holder, realizing that it was indeed a metal product, and more precisely it seemed to be copper. But rather than the metals Lucian knew in his previous life, this copper metal was harder and more flexible, 'Elements similar to copper. Although this lamp holder did not contain much metal, it should still be able to sell some copper ferries to the blacksmith.'

'Money' As a really poor person, no matter what Lucian saw now, he would think about whether it could be sold or not, so his mind was open, 'There may be some items that are still viable in this garbage, such as used newspaper that he just saw, a broken quill pen, or others.'

Lucian seemed to have found a 'treasure', and his heart was full of surprises. Although these items are meaningless to the rich, they are a blessing to Lucian in his life-changing struggle. If he could gather five silver nar, he could master the letters within a month. Whether it is learning magic or not, knowing letters can better understand the situation of this world, plus him who has knowledge and experience of other worlds, and books in the library, he said, so it is most likely to be able to find another better way to make a lot of money.

Excited, hesitant, and yearning for a better future, with that in mind, Lucian became excited, pushed the four-wheeled cart, and walked out of town. But at the same time, he was also worried, finding items that were actually of no quality that could be used and sold from trash, he said, it's just that it can withstand normal people's rejection of dirty objects and fists.

"As long as the gang isn't involved in this, I can handle the other beggars." After fighting the red-eyed rat in the sewer with Gary and Colaya, Lucian is quite confident in his own strength. Although his strength is not as good as adults who have undergone long-term training, but when fighting, not panicking, calm, accurate and cruel are also important factors to win.

After leaving not far from the Musicians Association, Lucian suddenly saw a silver-haired young man walking leisurely towards the Musicians Association, "What is Rhine doing in the Musicians Association?"

After recalling Rhine was a poet, which was a reasonable reason to break into the Musicians Association, Lucian quickly forgot this point.

When he reached the city gate area, Andre still had quite a bit of an impression of Lucian. So when he saw the cart full of trash, he immediately understood what work Lucian was taking. So she smiled at him, didn't come bothering, and let Lucian pass. After the guards at the gate took a casual look, Lucian walked out of the city gate.

“Don't send someone to follow, is it possible that this gang didn't intervene?” Lucian thought strangely as well as excitedly.

However, just because of this Lucian did not dare to lower his guard.after exiting the city gate and walking towards the Belem River for more than 20 minutes. As soon as he saw his surroundings quiet, he pushed the four-wheeled vehicle into the grass by the roadside, and looked for items that might be sold among the garbage.

One broken oil lamp, some rusty metal, eight broken spines, crumpled old papers, and so on.

Lucian searched to the end and found a transparent square black veil with a faint hint of fragrant aroma. There was a clear hole on it, it seemed to be stuck somewhere: "It looks like a veil, maybe a veil from a musician woman."

Looking at this veil and feeling its texture, Lucian thought nothing else, but judging whether this was beneficial, "This should be a very good black veil, but what's the point? Hmm, it might be able to sell to the tailor, cut this black gauze into small embellishments, lace, skirt, coat, etc."

In less than ten minutes, Lucian arrived at the Belem River and saw a number of piles of trash. But what surprised Lucian was that the trash was not as much as he had imagined, and the dumpster still had a distance from the river, so it was not washed away by the river water, "Is it possible to be collected like this and cleared with magic?"

The surroundings were very quiet, Lucian did not see a single person, only a pungent stench, "No one else came looking for valuables in the landfill, is it because they are afraid of disease? Or just not used to it?"

Regardless of any reason, looking at this stinking pile of trash, what Lucian saw was precisely a pile of money. After disposing of his own trash, he inevitably walked around, and completely ignored his stench. Compared to illness, an empty wallet allows Lucian to take certain risks. Moreover, this world still had healing magic.

Of course, Lucian was also afraid of contracting an illness, so when he ruffled the trash, he wrapped his hands in scrap paper.

Associations that are high-end community organizations, automatically have more valuable items in the trash than others, but Lucian still finds many items here that can be sold.

Considering he still had to pass through the city gates, he was afraid of arousing the suspicion of others. Because this was the first time, Lucian was a little nervous, so he used a half-broken cloth and buried the rest in a nearby hidden place, got up, then pushed the four-wheeled wagon back to its original path. Then, insert the oil lamp, etc., which is first wrapped in scrap paper into the cloth bag, stack on the four-wheeled vehicle, etc, set it as flat as possible to look like a cloth spread on a four-wheeled cart to keep the four-wheeled cart clean.

As for the veil and other items that could be hidden, Lucian of course put them in his pocket.

As it passed through the city gates, the guards casually glanced and waved to let Lucian pass.

Pushing the four-wheeled wagon and walking to where Andre and Mark were, seeing how they were covering their noses, Lucian said, "I'm Lucian, come to take my salary from the Musicians Association."

Mark stood to the side, furiously and gave the copper fer, "Damn it, take your money and quickly take the dirty wagon away from here."

Andre stood even further, with a smile as usual on his face, "It seems like this is the first time you sent trash into the Belem River, the pantesan back and forth just took that long, hehehe… If the sky gets dark, it's not a matter of being able to enter the city or not anymore, but there's a water spirit out there."

'The church people didn't kill all the wandering water spirits?' Lucian certainly did not directly ask this. While not being suspected by Andre and Mark, Lucian hurriedly left the city gate area and returned the four-wheeled wagon to its owner.

After this trip, Lucian got five copper ferries. But for Lucian, the items stored on his body and those inside the cloth bag were the key to whether he could gather five silver naras as quickly as possible.

After returning to his own home in the district of Aderan, Lucian hid the other items and went to the market area while carrying his black veil impatiently.

Because it does not know if the thread with this texture can be washed with water, so Lucian did not do any treatment at all. After all, he was very careful not to make it too dirty.

Arriving at the door of the tailor shop, Lucian was a little hesitant, afraid of being scolded, worried about being kicked out, just like he used to be when he worked as a salesman. His face flushed red, he hesitated and did not know what to say, so he concluded that he was not talented at selling things.

“Worrying about something like this is actually just a fear of embarrassment and not losing face, but what needs to be embarrassed about the situation he is facing right now? What kind of face and self-esteem could turn black bread into white bread, or could it make me eat steak, drink wine? Or learn letters?"

After Lucian came to this world, he had experienced many things, even facing danger in between life and death. At this moment, he only hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind, stuffed the veil into his pocket, and walked into the tailor shop without hesitation.

There was a gray-haired old man wearing glasses in the shop. When he saw Lucian enter, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Lucian's clothes made Lucian unsuitable for entering such a high-end tailor shop.

Lucian smiled enthusiastically, "Do you need a black veil? I happen to have from material that is tolerable."

Before Lucian finished speaking, the gray-haired old man cut the conversation, "What kind of black veil can you have, get out quickly, you fucking liar."

Angry, he walked out of the counter and pushed Lucian out without giving Lucian a chance to take out his black veil, "If there is even a loot. I'm a tailor who doesn't take things like that, all my materials I bought from the Rauch Company."

Pushed out of the store, Lucian reluctantly searches for the next one and decides to go the other way.