The Supreme Magic Throne

Chapter 9 The Difficult Start

Lucian found it funny when he saw the strange sight in front of the Tavern store, then walked towards the door hesitantly. The morning is usually a quiet time at the Tavern store.

At the entrance of the shop, a sexy girl quietly looked inside. His pale golden hair swayed slightly as his head looked inside. As soon as he turned around with a sigh, he was surprised, "Lucian"

Once again meeting with a person who knew Lucian, but Lucian did not know him, because he was so used to this situation, Lucian smiled, "Ke Tavern is this early."

The skin of the girl who was in wheat immediately turned red: “I just heard there is a new poet from the Bronze Crown Tavern. I was curious, so thought of coming to see before helping my mother. Oh yeah, time's up, I'm ahead."

Seeing the girl hastily leave, Lucian simply nodded, it seemed that the appearance or singing of the poet was extraordinary.

However, this had nothing to do with Lucian himself, so he gently pushed the half-closed shop door and walked in.

The dark room, the strong smell of alcohol, the crackling wooden floor, the irregular laying of tables and chairs, this was Lucian's first impression of the Bronze Crown Tavern. Coming from the outside that morning bright and refreshing, really feels like entering another world.

Lucian took a while to get used to before he could clearly see where the bar was.

There were some men who were drunk, they were awakened by the sound of Lucian stepping on the floor. After cursing in a daze, they lay down on the table and fell asleep again.

There was only a man in his thirties with an aquiline nose, wearing a tight, long black coat was sitting quietly on a chair near the bar. Slowly drinking a glass of yellow alcohol, it gave Lucian a grim feeling.

For Lucian's arrival, the grim man only glanced at him for a moment and continued to taste the alcohol in the glass.

Lucian looked around, and saw a dwarf sleeping behind the bar. The dwarf sat on a one-legged high stool, his head leaned against the bar table, his snoring was loud, and his saliva made his long beard quite wet.

As if unaffected, the dwarf did not seem to wake up for a long time, so Lucian had to tap the bar table with a finger.

In the vague scolding of the drunken men behind, the old dwarf swayed, slowly raised his head, and said with dim eyes, "Hei Lucian, he said, you finally grow up and finally understand the meaning of alcohol in life, let's have a toast here, a toast to our new guest."

“Uncle Cohen, it's morning.” Lucian called out to him while thinking.

Cohen rubbed his eyes and looked at the dim light around him, "I'm not drunk, don't try to lie to me. It's obviously still night, what a beautiful night."

After a meaningless conversation, Cohen finally woke up completely, "Lucian, there aren't many jobs that work for you, and there aren't any long-term jobs for now either. Another job, one at nine in the morning. In the market the Gucci Shop lacked the manpower to move goods from the warehouse to the city gate area, with a salary of three copper ferries. But you should have known this kind of thing was controlled by Aaron's gang, so had to pay one copper fer to them. The rest can only buy the worst black bread."

“One more job, Musicians Association is doing a massive cleaning today. A lot of garbage needs to be sent to the Belem River outside the city. You can rent a four-wheeled cart and go there at 1 p.m. Without entering the cost of renting a car you can get eight copper back and forth. Pretty good job, but of course, you have to give Aaron's gang three copper fer.

"After one o'clock in the afternoon, there are some similar jobs, but unless you're a knight, you won't be able to return from outside the city."

Lucian nodded, the musician association is the best job. At the same time, he speculated inwardly, 'These seven coins I carry should be copper fer.'

"Uncle Cohen, are there any other jobs that pay more?" Lucian asked curiously.

Cohen laughed loudly: "Hahaha, of course there is, but nothing suits you. It requires the struggle and stakes of life as well as the strength of a real man. Lucian, you're still a kid and you don't even dare to drink a beer."

Then he pointed to the open space in the middle of the shop and became a little serious, "The Dark Mountains are the greatest treasure. Every year there are three, five, six, seven, forget it, I can't count it. In short, there were countless mercenaries and adventurers. They entered the Dark Mountain Range, but in the end, only a small part of it could come out." Cohen burped, "Of course, they all make a lot of money."

"Don't underestimate these mercenaries and adventurers. Among them were many knights, even great knights." A soft and magnetic voice rang out from behind Lucian. The end of each sentence with a rising intonation, shows a strange rhythmic beauty, spreads a feeling of seduction and elegance.

Lucian turned his head hurriedly, looking at the shop area that was doing business like a hotel. A silver-haired man walked out. This man was wearing tights, a red jacket, a black coat with a high collar, which was obviously formal wear. But once worn this man actually looks relaxed, with deep and smooth facial features, silver pupils, a pointed nose, thin lips, and silver hair. This guy looks a little weird but handsome. Seeing this man was as if seeing the beauty of the silver moon of the night.

This young man walked slowly while carrying a harp similar to Joel's.

'He's the new poet?' Lucian guessed inwardly, then asked doubtfully, "The knights are all nobles, why did they go to the Dark Mountains to seek riches?"

Cohen said: "Hey Rhine, here's a drink."

“I only drink at night.” Rhine sat beside the bar smiling, “Many countries in the east have not fought a war for two to three hundred years, so the need for knights is not so urgent. After all, appointing a knight needed to be given manor and land. So even though commoners could bring out the power of their bloodline, they could at most only gain knightly status, and could not become true nobles. Some of them went to other countries and became knights of that country, some also to the Vaorite kingdom, a place closest to heretics, dark creatures, monsters, monsters, and others to build merit and seek riches."

Cohen muttered a few words, a little unhappy that Rhine did not accompany him to drink, "Lucian, this is the new poet, Rhine Calendia. She ventured so much knowledge, and had just managed to escape the enthusiasm of the female nobles of Tria kingdom of Srek."

"Srek's Kingdom." Lucian smiled and nodded to the Rhine. The Dark Mountains were so dangerous that many true knights died inside. Therefore, Lucian temporarily gave up on the idea of taking risks to seek wealth from it. Understanding and awareness of your own strengths is very important.

Cohen laughed out loud, his long golden-colored beard shaking violently. The wrinkled face of the dwarf said meaningfully, "Yes, that vibrant, unrestrained, loving Srek Kingdom."

A drunk has been awake since the Rhine came, he staggered to arrive at the bar, burped, and asked enviously, "Rhine, are the Misses of Tria as beautiful and friendly as the rumors say?"

With a faint smile, Rhine said with her unique, elegant, and rhythmic tone: "Well, they have a pair of starry eyes, long hair as smooth as silk, lips as smooth as a rose, she said, soft skin as beautiful as milk. My body was even shrouded in alluring fragrances, and some nobles like countesses and viscount even spat out warm and moist scents in my ears to invite me to visit their secret palaces."

The drunk asked expectantly, “How does it feel after leaving?” His breathing became fast.

Lucian was no stranger to such scenes. A group of men gathered were always discussing women, while listening with interest. He thought about how to ask Cohen about learning letters.

Rhine's expression did not change, he still replied with a faint smile: "I told them I don't like dirty old things from other people's use. I just love the beautiful, the pure and the clean, whether it's a man or a woman, they're the most delicious thing in the world."

"Pfft, Rhine, you're really good at making up, ladies and ladies of nobility where might receive such humiliation."

"Hahaha, if that was really what you told them, you would have been thrown into Tria prison."

"Those noble ladies, many of them also had knight power. Rhine, if you dare to answer like that, you would have been instantly cut down."

Rhine did not care about Cohen and the drunkard's laughter, he shrugged lightly, "That's why I escaped from the Srek kingdom to this Alto City."

Cohen laughed heartily until he continued to beat the bar table, woke up all the drunkards, and shouted loudly: "Thank you to Rhine for making up such a good story, so that we can welcome the new day happily, let's toast."

These three to four drunkards are very sensitive to this word 'toast. They immediately approached, took a beer from Coben, and picked it up,

"Return to Rhine the braggart!"

After the commotion, Cohen saw that Lucian was still there, so asked in surprise, "Is there still a problem, Lucian?"

Lucian arranged his language and said carefully, "Uncle Cohen, after these few days, I have a new idea. I want to learn letters."

"Yo, is our little Lucian also affected by the Rhine learning letters, and wanting to start bragging?"

“That's a high and amazing dream.”

"Lucian, there's no need to think about what they're saying. If men don't have dreams it's better to die."

Cohen laughed for a while, then looked at Lucian: "You want to learn letters, but you don't have any foundation. It says it takes at least two years to learn letters at first, do you have that much money and time?"

“No matter how many thorns lie ahead, if I don't take this step, I will never be able to move forward. Uncle Cohen, I've thought about it.” Lucian answered seriously, and to a man who had learned all this time in his previous life, and understood the method of learning, and, the most important thing now is to be an adult who can speak the language of this world fluently, it may only take a month or two.

Seeing that Lucian was so serious, Cohen replied seriously, "If you were young, you could learn letters and knowledge through church selection. But now, you can only become someone else's student and sign a ten-year contract, or spend your own money to study at the home of a scholar. Of course, being someone else's student doesn't mean being able to learn letters. For example, many blacksmiths in the blacksmith guild could not letter. If you use your own money, in all of Alto this is the standard price, which is five nar of silver a month. More than a dozen scholars would be willing to teach."

Lucian subconsciously put aside the choice of being someone else's student. It's not a ten-year contract. Because once decided to learn magic, the contract did not need to be obeyed at all. But the secret will be easily revealed if you become a student who must eat, learn and live with the teacher. Learning magic secretly would also be difficult, so Lucian muttered, "Five silver nar."

Cohen nodded, "Well, five nar of silver. Unless you're busy from morning to night and only eat the worst black bread every day, you'll need to save for at least half a year, and how many letters you can learn depends on you."

"Yes" replied Lucian firmly. According to his calculations, those hundred copper ferries seemed to be equivalent to one nar of silver.

This is a really hard start.