The Supreme Magic Throne
Chapter 19 Forcing to Remember
Lucian took a light breath, opening the hard-covered book as if opening a new page of his fate, finding the first page that contained the way the letters were pronounced in the first chapter. He was very happy but unexpected, because these letters were the same as the ones in one of the magic books.
For Lucian who could use common language fluently, as long as he mastered the pronunciation of thirty-two letters and the initial spelling rules, he could already try to read the words. By comparing his words and syllables he usually uses to understand their meaning, or it could be by changing ordinary syllables into written words through spelling rules, so the process of learning with memory and comparison methods like this will be more effective.
Victor did not pay attention to Lucian's excitement. Victor uttered thirty-two letters several times in seriousness, noticing Lucian making some strange marks on the paper, reading them back and forth, and after uttering two more times, watching Lucian make some strange marks on the paper, he walked towards the ordinary boy next to him in satisfaction, "Read first, until I come here again, if you can memorize without looking at the contents of the book, then I'll start teaching you the basic spelling and grammar rules."
He was just cheering Lucian on. Because as a beginner, it is impossible to memorize the pronunciation of thirty-two letters as fast as it is, unless it has super memories, and as long as such people want to put in the effort, then the possibility for success is huge.
Lucian carefully reads the pronunciation of thirty-two letters, then compares it to a tone sign of his own Chinese pronunciation combined with English letters. After making sure that nothing was wrong, he calmed down, focused his mind, and opened the library book in the soul.
In the library, there was an additional bookshelf called 'Public Language', where the shelf contained a piece of paper with a strange mark and a hard-coated black book that was exactly the same as the one in front of it.
Opening the black book, Lucian was not surprised to see that there was only the first page, the next page was completely empty.
So Lucian looked at the general language pronunciation book and basic grammar on a small round table at high speed from the beginning to the end pages, and satisfied when he saw the contents of the hard-covered black book on the library shelf to be complete.
"Composed as I thought." Lucian smiled and said to himself.
With the help of the Library of Souls, Lucian was even more confident in learning the common language in a short period of time, so he started trying to memorize the pronunciation of thirty-two letters.
The first pronunciation has many errors, the second is still many errors, and the third time the errors begin to decrease, but those that can be read before in the next pronunciation continue to forget as many as fifteen times the pronunciation. Lucian kept trying to memorize the pronunciation of those letters.
Of course, Lucian understood that this was only a momentary memory. If it is not repeated for a certain period of time, the way of pronunciation will definitely forget slowly. Moreover, during this process, Lucian had realized that the mental or spiritual power he used to stimulate magic power greatly aided his memory.
After Lucian hesitantly read it twice, Victor who finished teaching the others, now walked to Lucian's side again.
His face looks a little tired. But compared to when Lucian first came, he no longer had a pacing and restless state, seeming to distract greatly helped him to become more relaxed.
“Lucian, try reading.” Victor smiled kindly at Lucian.
Without hesitation, Lucian began to pronounce the letters directly, but in the middle, there was one letter that he had forgotten how to pronounce. In a daze, he instantly saw the punctuation marks that were on the shelf paper of the Library of Souls, then finished his pronunciation smoothly.
Not because Lucian wanted to cheat, but because his money was limited, so he had to rush to learn more. It doesn't matter if you don't master the material, because you can relearn it with the help of a soul library later.
Victor has prepared to correct Lucian's mispronunciation and whatever Lucian has forgotten. But as soon as Lucian finished saying it all, Victor had not even reacted back because he was unconscious. After a while, Victor asked suspiciously, "Have you ever learned pronunciation?"
Victor's voice was a little more, so it made all the disciples who were immersing their minds in their studies each raise their heads curiously to stare at Lucian.
"No." Lucian shook his head.
Victor did not hesitate, nodded slightly, and praised, "Your intentions are very good. That's rare, well, then I'll teach you the rules of spelling."
The others looked at Lucian in amazement, they had not expected Lucian's memory to be so extraordinary. Of course, there are also those who mock and compare, they feel that Lucian must have learned pronunciation before. Otherwise, where could it possibly be possible to memorize as well as pronounce everything without errors in such a short time? Most just want to leave a good impression in front of Mr. Victor, in order to make him accepted as a student who can learn music in the future.
But this kind of trivial thing did not cause much reaction, let alone the three noble disciples who had already studied music with Victor. They lowered their heads and continued to look at the sheet music as well as their respective music theories.
Nearly an hour later, Lucian learned the rules of spelling without interruption. At this moment, in this environment, Lucian finally realized thoroughly and clearly:
Time is money.
Because studying one day was already spending a lot of money.
“Good gentlemen and ladies, relax, eat fruit or drink tea first, we continue later.” Victor looked excited. When the waiters brought him some tea and some fruit plates, he went to the second floor.
The tea is packaged in pale white porcelain cups that have a simple handle and patterned. With the addition of jasmine flowers, orange slices, and other things, it shows a reddish orange color, while the fruit there is a familiar feel and there are also some strange types that Lucian has never seen.
He was seen several years older than Lucian, with long, narrowed eyes, a pointed nose, and a thin sheet of music in hand, standing among some noble disciples, so it felt faint as if surrounded, so it felt faint as if, except for one girl dressed in red wine sat down with dignity, but replied in a lazy tone,
“Lott, if Mr. Victor finishes early, he will definitely make up for it at the weekend. If he manages to create a new piece, we will be able to practice with the orchestra today. I don't want to just do monotonous things like music theory lessons and regular flute practice, practicing with a new symphony orchestra can develop faster.”
She was around seventeen to eighteen years old, with a bright appearance, long red hair, sexy thick lips, and an un-drawn waist as slim as her cousin. Because being pulled slim will make it difficult to breathe, such things can interfere with the performance of the flute.
Lott looked at the red-haired girl and could not help but laugh, "The orchestra team that worked together with Mr. Victor had just arrived a handsome new leader like the silver moon a few days ago. Phyllis, yesterday we both went there with Mr Victor, you're so eager to train with the orchestra team, don't you like that guy?”
The new leader of the symphony orchestra team was a violinist, when there was no conductor, he would play the role of conductor.
"Don't insult me with your playboy heart. I just think his violin ability is very good, much better than the previous leader." Reply Phyllis, but there are two red hues on his face, "You don't feel the performance when playing Violin Sonata No. 1 G minor for a cappella that's very good? Or do you think your violin's better than her?"
As soon as he talked about music, Lott immediately became serious and excited, starting to discuss various musical knowledge with Phyllis. A few other noble disciples also gave a few sentences of opinion from time to time, obviously very interested in this topic. Even the haired girl among the ordinary disciples whom they had treated coldly also involuntarily expressed deep opinions and nodding opinions in agreement.
In the city of Alto, music can be said to be a language of communication.
Of course, the noble disciples still ignored ordinary students and Lucian intentionally or not, and ordinary disciples did not mind that either, and tried to approach the noble disciples.
No cold words, no sarcasm, just alienation and indifference.
Perhaps, in the hearts of noble disciples, ordinary citizens and the poor did not deserve to be treated with a bad attitude. After all, the topic of conversation was different, so they were only used to putting ordinary citizens and the poor outside their circle of friendship, such as unneeded problems.
For this, Lucian did not care at all, he was still focused on learning. Like a sponge that has dried up long ago that is thrown back into the sea of knowledge, so it continues to absorb greedily.
But from their discussions, Lucian occasionally hears little and discovers that the music in this world, willing to scale or melody, is very similar to that on earth, only in the expression of certain different musical symbols.
'Truly a serious group of disciples.' Lucian raised his head and glanced at those who were discussing excitedly, sipped a strange black tea with jasmine petals, ate a piece of fruit that might be a pear, and continued to concentrate on learning.
Mr. Victor's inspiration did not last long, he walked down after ten minutes, looking tired and irritable.
However, after teaching the student seriously, his irritability had already diminished a lot.
After an hour of this struggle, Lucian finally learned most of the spelling rules before the study ended, and printed them into the library of souls.
At 4:10 the lesson was over, besides Lott, Phyllis, and a noble boy named Herodotus who stayed to learn to play musical instruments, everyone got up and left the hall.
Lucian recalled what he had learned today so walked slowly. While the three ordinary disciples were chatting and laughing at each other, walking quickly in front, their eyes occasionally glanced at the two noble children who were discussing about music, but they did not dare to get too close. As for Lucian, want the three of them, or two noble disciples, still only glanced once lightly.
After coming out of the gate, there were two carriages that drove here out of nowhere. The brown horses were tall and strong, then the two noble disciples boarded the carriage sent by their respective families and slowly left while being stared at by the envious gazes of the ordinary disciples.
No matter what the condition of the family was, as long as it did not die of hunger, most nobles would choose to maintain their elegant appearance.
Three ordinary disciples silently watched the carriage disappear behind the tall trees before going together towards the Purple Lily District.
Lucian now looks like a bookworm, silently reciting what he has learned today while walking.
"You really studied with Mr Victor? He's a great musician, Hehehe, little Evans, you really want to inherit your Uncle Joel's dream of becoming a musician huh?" At dinner, Joel who learned that Lucian was studying letters with a scholar said in a joking tone.
Lucian responded with the same humor, "Of course, I'll be a great musician in the future."
After a nice dinner, Lucian returns home early, lying on a broken bed, opening a library and a magic book written in the common language, then try spelling out the pronunciation and deciphering the words.
Of course, due to accent problems, vocabulary accumulation, and incomplete grammar mastery cannot be avoided. Lucian did not expect that after just one day of study, he could already read a little magic book and started learning magic, just by repeating the lesson this morning.
