Chapter XI. Discoveries

　　There was a huge pile of garbage that was cleared out that was not suitable to be thrown into the sewer, and Lucien went back and forth seven or eight times, getting all dirty before almost carrying them all to the four-wheeled cart. 　　In fact, every morning, there were hard laborers hired by the church to collect the garbage in the city and transport it outside the city, so as to avoid the city's filth and disease contagion, but the musicians' association didn't want to wait until the next morning, and such a big pile of garbage was really aesthetically unsightly. 　　Picking up the last pile of garbage, Lucien carefully and without making any noise entered the hall and walked around the edge of the rotunda towards the main door. 　　"Wolfe, damn it, can't you leave me in peace for a moment to read the score?" A mellow but becoming somewhat shrill voice suddenly rang out, while a figure in a red jacket rushed down the stairs, cursing back as he walked down, just in time to crash into Lucien, who couldn't dodge. 　　With a clunk, something inside the trash Lucien was holding landed on the carpet, and even though the carpet was thick and soft, it still didn't stop it from making a slightly dull sound. 　　The figure in the red jacket shook a few times before standing still, it was Victor, the musician who had gone up earlier. 　　Victor took a deep breath before bending down and picking up the broken oil lamp, handing it to Lucien who was still scrambling to stabilize the other junk he was holding in his hands, "Sorry." 　　Another middle-aged brown-haired man in a long dark blue coat came down the stairs, his chin had a pronounced curve forward, "Victor, the Society isn't just for you, I have the right to do what I want, go back to your own home if you want to do as you please." 　　He made a gesture to intensify his tone, his face was a smile that he couldn't hide, "It's only been a little over three months since your first symphonic concert at the Hall of Chant, and I understand your nervousness and sensitivity, but you're not even ready for the music yet, are you? I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and I'm even planning to write an article dedicated to you in Music Review after I hear it." 　　"Damn it, you'll have a concert of your own in the Sacred Chant Hall if you can." Victor cursed under his breath and turned to leave the hall. 　　Wolfe's face turned sour and he cursed lowly as he returned upstairs, "If it wasn't for you, after more than three months ......" 　　Seeing that the argument stopped, Lucien continued to carry the garbage and walked towards the main door, suddenly, with a sweep of his eyes, he saw the oil lamp placed at the top that no longer had any glass, and saw the lamp base where the beautiful pattern carved on it was worn out a lot, and his heart was slightly moved, "This seems to be metal?" 　　With this thought, after putting this last pile of garbage onto the four-wheeled cart, Lucien reached out his hand and touched the lamp base, and found that it was indeed a metal product, it seemed to be copper, yet it was harder and more flexible than the copper that Lucien had seen in his past life: "Copper-like element? Although this lamp base doesn't have much metal, it should still be able to fetch a few copper Fells if sold to a blacksmith." 　　"Money?" As a truly poor man, Lucien would now associate whatever he saw with whether or not it was worth money, and his thoughts were then opened, "Maybe inside this trash, there are some good things? For example, the scrap paper and bad quill pen that I saw just now." 　　Lucien is like discovering a "treasure", his heart is full of surprises, although it is so insignificant for the rich, but it is the first ray of dawn on the road of Lucien's struggle to change his own life, as long as he can save up to five silver nal, within a month, he will be able to initially master the text, no matter if he learns magic or not, he will be able to understand the situation of the world if he knows the text. Whether you learn magic or not, if you know how to write, you will be able to understand the situation of this world, and you will have the experience of another world and a library of books, so you will be able to find a different and better way to get rich. 　　Excitement, hesitation, and the desire for a better future filled Lucien with strength, pushing the four-wheeled vehicle and heading out of the city, but at the same time there was also worry in his heart, there was no technical skill in finding out what was still usable and sellable from inside the garbage heap, and the only thing that could stop it was the normal people's rejection of the dirty items, and their fists. 　　"As long as the gangs aren't meddling in this, I'm perfectly capable of dealing with the other scattered beggars." After fighting with Gary, Correia and their red-eyed rats in the sewer chamber, Lucien was still a bit confident in his own strength, although his strength was not as good as that of adults who had gone through a long period of exercise, but in a fight, not panicking, being calm, and striking accurately and ruthlessly was also an important factor in winning. 　　Not far from the Musicians Association, Lucien suddenly saw a young silver-haired man, walking leisurely towards the Musicians Association, "Rhine, what is he doing in the Musicians Association?" 　　After I came up with the reason why a bard like Rein was yearning for the Musicians' Association, Lucien quickly put the matter behind him. 　　When he reached the city gate area, Andre still had a little impression of Lucien, and when he saw the cartload of garbage, he immediately understood what kind of mission he had taken on, so he smiled at him, didn't come up to pester him, and let Lucien pass the rambunctious scrutiny of the soldiers guarding the gate, and went out of the city gates. 　　"Didn't send anyone to follow me, did the mob really not intervene." Lucien thought strangely and cheerfully. 　　But Lucien didn't let it slacken, and after leaving the city gates and walking towards the lower reaches of the Belen River for more than twenty minutes, he saw that the surroundings had become secluded, so he pushed the four-wheeled vehicle into the grass by the side of the road, and rummaged through the cart of junk himself to find something that could potentially be sold for money. 　　A broken oil lamp, several pieces of rusted metal, eight broken quills, many scraps of paper crumpled into balls, and so on. 　　Lucien flipped through to the end and pulled out a square of hazy, transparent black veil, it was faintly scented and had a noticeable hole in it, as if it had been hooked on to something, "Looks like a veil, maybe from one of the female musicians." 　　Looking at the veil and rubbing its texture, Lucien had no fragrant associations at all, only a judgment on its worthiness, "It should be a very good black veil, but what can it be used for? En, it can be sold to a tailor to cut this black yarn into small decorations, laces, etc. for skirts, jackets, etc." 　　After wrapping these things he found, with a few pieces of scrap paper, and hiding them nearby, Lucien only continued to push the four-wheeler towards the garbage dump at the lower reaches of the Belen River. 　　In less than ten minutes, Lucien arrived at the side of the Belen River and saw the small mountainous pile of garbage, but what surprised Lucien was that the garbage wasn't as much as he had imagined, and the place where the garbage was piled up was still a distance away from the river water that was as clear as an emerald, so it couldn't be that it was washed away by the river water, "Could it be that it is centralized to be disposed of with Divine Magic?" 　　The surroundings were very quiet, Lucien didn't see half a human figure, only a gust of stench came from the area, "No one else came here to rummage through the garbage to find anything of value inside? Could it be that they are afraid of the plague, or they are not in the habit of doing so?" 　　Regardless of the reason, seeing this pile of stinking garbage, Lucien was like seeing a pile of money, after disposing of his own garbage, he couldn't help but walk around the place, completely ignoring the stench, compared to the plague that hadn't even been shadowed yet, the empty money bags were more likely to allow Lucien to risk a certain amount of danger, and besides, there were still divine spells and magic to cure in this world. 　　Of course, Lucien was also afraid of catching some kind of disease, and when rummaging through the garbage, he was holding his hands with scrap paper, being very careful. 　　The Musician's Guild, as an organization of the upper class, naturally had more valuable things inside its garbage than others, but Lucien still found quite a few things here that could be sold for some money. 　　Considering the fact that he still had to pass through the city gates, he was afraid of arousing others' suspicion, plus it was his first time, Lucien was a bit apprehensive, so he just took a cloth bag that was rotted a little bit, and transferred the rest of the things to a nearby hidden place to bury them, and then pushed the four-wheeled vehicle to return on the same way, and then he put the oil lamps and other things that were wrapped in paper at the very first place inside the cloth bag, and piled them on the four-wheeled vehicle, and tried to level it as much as possible, so that it would look like laying on the four-wheeled vehicle to avoid the four-wheeled vehicle from getting dirty. to prevent the quad from getting dirty. 　　As for the veil and other things that could be hidden on the body, Lucien of course put them in his pocket. 　　When crossing the city gates, the guard soldiers still just casually looked at it and waved Lucien in. 　　Pushing the four-wheeler over to Andre and Mag, Lucien snickered at the sight of them covering their noses in panic, "I'm Lucien, and I'm here to get paid for that musicians' association thing." 　　Mag stood out to the side, cursing as he poured out the copper fel, "Damn it, take your money and get out of here with this filthy, stinking cart!" 　　And Andre stood even further away with the customary smile on his face, "Looks like it's the first time you've ever sent garbage to the Belem River, it's amazing how much time it took to get back and forth, hey, if you're delayed until dark, it won't be a matter of being able to get into the city, it's infested with water ghosts late at night there." 　　"The church didn't exterminate all the water ghosts?!" This kind of words, of course, Lucien would not ask out, with doubts and the gratitude of not arousing the suspicion of Andre and Mag, he quickly left the city gate area and returned the four-wheeled vehicle to its owner. 　　On this trip, Lucien had earned a full five copper fel, but for Lucien, what was on his body and in his cloth bag was the key to whether he could raise five silver nal as soon as possible. 　　After returning to his own home in the Adejean district, Lucien hid the other things and impatiently took the veil to the market area. 　　Since he didn't know if this texture of yarn could be washed, Lucien simply didn't do anything with it, and had been careful not to let it get too dirty anyway. 　　By the time he reached the door of a tailor's store, Lucien was a bit hesitant, worrying about being scolded by others, worrying about being kicked out, just like when he used to work part-time as a salesman, his face reddened and he stammered and didn't know what to say, and then concluded that he didn't have the talent to sell and gave up. 　　"Worrying about this is really a fear of losing face, and what is there to lose face about in my present condition? Could face turn black bread into white, could I eat steak and cod and drink wine? Can it make me learn words?" 　　Lucien has had quite a few experiences since he crossed over, even dangers on the verge of life and death, and at this time, with only a slight hesitation, he made up his mind, removed his face, put it into his pocket, and without any further hesitation entered this little tailor's store. 　　In the store was an old man with white hair wearing glasses, seeing Lucien enter, he asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?" Lucien's dress at a glance was not someone who could enter this kind of still upscale tailor store. 　　Lucien smiled warmly, "Old gentleman, do you need a black veil, I have a good piece here ......" 　　Before the words were finished, the old man with white hair interrupted Lucien, "What good black veil can you have, get out, damned liar." 　　While cursing, he walked out of the counter and pushed Lucien, not giving Lucien a chance to take out the black yarn at all, "Even if you have it, it's stolen, old Huo I'm a proper tailor, all the fabrics are only bought from Raoqi Merchant House." 　　Being pushed out of the small store, Lucien helplessly searched for the next one and decided to change his approach.