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Chapter 493 Adventurer (13)

The tune from the study on the second floor is melodious and beautiful. The sound of the piano is delicate and soft, like the singing of birds in the early morning, or like gurgling water, elegant and bright, so that people who hear it can't help but feel a sense of peace and immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the tune middle.

- very high standard.

This is Ian's comment.He did not understand music, or rather, he had never studied music.Liking to listen and being able to listen to it are completely different things, and he never thought that Isengard would be so proficient in piano skills.

But now that I think about it, as the youngest son of the Marquis of Ellen, it is impossible for Isengard to have been studying alchemy all the time, and he knows nothing else—he is also a person who has experienced a full set of noble training, and he can play one or even multiple musical instruments. is the norm.

When Ian came to the door of the study, he saw that the blond boy's shoulders and arms were extremely stable, and his slender hands were stretched out, tapping and pressing on the keys slowly but quickly, playing notes one after another.

"Ian, did it bother you?"

Sensing his friend's arrival, Isengard ended the practice with a smooth rhythm. He stood up and said with some embarrassment: "I sensed that you woke up, and I think it should be no problem to practice."

"It sounds good." Ian praised bluntly: "There's no need to stop because of me, it's fine to keep playing."

"To be honest, I didn't expect your piano level to be so high. It's really unexpected."

With Isengard's level, in his opinion, it is enough to hold a small concert...Of course, it may be because of the improved body control ability brought by the sublimator, but the opponent's level is obviously talented.

"It's almost over, just keep feeling it every day and don't forget it."

Isengard smiled: "This is my hobby... At the beginning, my mother said that to be an alchemist, you must have a pair of dexterous and stable hands that can be manipulated freely. She asked me what method to choose to practice. , and I prefer the piano."

"On the contrary, it's you."

Having said that, Isengarde also looked at Ian seriously, and he said with emotion: "I should be surprised - you will actually leave Nanling and come to the imperial capital... Oh my god, what a journey this journey must be!" Dangerous? How many adventurers and mercenaries dare not cross the territory of half the empire so easily."

"Also, looking at the time, you can't wait to travel...Ian, it may be a bit presumptuous, but I feel that you may really like this kind of travel and adventure..."

"Is this really that interesting?"

Green eyes like a tranquil lake stared at his friend with deep puzzlement.

Isengard's question is actually a question of many people.

Mr. Yinfang also expressed emotion to Ian. It is really unimaginable for a boy to embark on a journey at such a young age.

Even the Viscount Grant, who made the request to travel, essentially wanted to express a protest to the Marquis of Barton. He even suggested that Ian live in Nauman City, where he left a luxury house for Ian. Use and practice alchemy.

None of them thought that Ian himself would want to travel.

None of them could have imagined that Ian was so happy, and it could even be said that he embarked on the journey full of joy.

This is too different from the exclusion and dissatisfaction they imagined.

So confused.

"Um……"

Regarding this, Ian pondered for a while.

If it was yesterday afternoon, he might have made up a random reason to tell Isengard, anyway, this matter is not important, and he doesn't think that kind of answer is a lie.

But after experiencing the fairy's meditation and understanding his deepest desires better, the boy didn't intend to mislead anyone in this regard.

So he thought about it, and said seriously: "How should I put it, Ethan... Exploration, travel and adventure are essentially the same thing, and it is not a hobby that can be chosen."

"It's just part of my life."

"Ethan, no matter how hard I convince myself that staying in Port Harrison is safer and more beneficial to me, in the end, there will definitely be something that will make me go on a journey."

"And at that time, I will find that my luggage and bags have already been packed and prepared-I have it all in my heart, and I will prepare for it before I know it... ready for coats, shoes, weapons and homeland. sustenance."

"Only when I start to walk can I be truly alive."

"That's the kind of person I am. Elan, Elder Purdue, and even Viscount Grant... let me stop for a while. But they can't keep me forever."

Saying so, Ian smiled, with an optimistic self-mockery, and boasted humorously: "In the end, for a person like me who eats vegetables and doesn't look at the bowl, but only forks into the pot, it's really hard to stay where I am." It's prone to mildew."

"And it's too wasteful, isn't it? Everyone likes me very much, whether it's my character or appearance... If this is the case, then I should go around more and make more people happy."

"With my ingenuity, I should always see the bigger world and let more people see me—otherwise, wouldn't it be a kind of burying of resources?"

When Ian said this, he was essentially joking, waiting for Isengard to complain about his narcissism.

Unexpectedly, this friend of the same age nodded solemnly: "Indeed. Now I understand a little bit...Indeed, Ian, you should travel around, so that you can better understand the world, help more people, and be helped by more people.”

Now it's Ian's turn to feel uncomfortable: "Just kidding, I'm not so self-centered yet, I think everyone will be happy when I go to a place-don't take it seriously."

"But it is true."

Isengard picked up a stack of documents from the piano: "This is the information I will show my mother later... You see, wherever you go, you will solve the problem. Ian, maybe you don't think, But you did help a lot of people, and that's what I envy and admire."

Ian was beginning to think that Isengard's Quaker form was a little too much.

Having said that, it certainly makes people happy when someone recognizes themselves.

"Ian, can you play an instrument?"

Isengard stood up from the piano chair, he just picked up a topic at random, not trying to test or guess anything - at this point, he is still very pure.

"I could. But an instrument like that has no soul."

Ian glanced at the study room and found that there were indeed many musical instruments, ranging from simple to complex, from street to elegant, almost everything.

He stepped forward and picked up a lute—this was the most common instrument he saw in bars everywhere, and it was also the one he was most familiar with in Terra: “To be precise, I don’t know how to play it. "

"I just imitate."

(End of this chapter)