High Above Chapter 494

  Chapter 494 Alchemist Assessment (23)

   "Through the bright red autumn leaves, the warm wind in the sunset brushes over the skin ~ the white birds flying over the dark sky, you know where my heart wants to rest ~"

  Ian picked up the lute, and improvised a section according to the rhythm of the bard in his memory—the cheerful tavern tune dyed the entire study room in warm tones.

  Counting the lyrics, this is a country folk song with a bit of pornography. It is very popular throughout Nanling, but if you don't count the lyrics, it's just an ordinary ditty.

  As for the yellow component... To be honest, there is nothing to look forward to. In essence, it is no different from folk songs like "Pinch Your Big X". After all, it is a folk song in a rural place like Nanling, so don't expect the lyrics to be too stylish—even the lyrics above are the result of Ian's beautification as much as possible.

  Actually, the version in the tavern is "The maple leaves in autumn are so hot, and the warm wind brushes your cheeks~ The white birds in the sky are swaying, just like my heart when I saw you~".

  The maple leaf and the white bird here both refer to each other.

  The Viscount should like it very much.

   Anyway, Ian can't sing that tune.

  But I have to say that when in the tavern, it has a very local life atmosphere.

  Isengard listened to Ian's performance. He wanted to praise Ian's skillful technique, but he gradually raised his eyebrows in doubt, showing a puzzled look.

"You played very well..." The blond boy murmured to himself with some confusion: "But it feels a little...um...different from what I heard in Harrison Port before? Ian, your performance is a bit unlike a folk song, a bit too rigid ..."

"Understand."

  Raised his hand and stopped playing, Ian looked at Isengard, and he gently put the instrument back in place: "The core of art is to be different. Because of the mood, because of the state, because of the emotions and tiny impulses in the brain."

"Even the same movement, there are differences in the subtleties. People's demeanor, actions, chosen steps and positions, that kind of enthusiastic attitude, a kind of contagious power, the steps of a bard approaching the audience... These are inimitable."

   "If these things are going to be imitated, there are really too many things to consider."

  “But if it's human nature, you don't need to think too much, you just need to be yourself—so some people can stir up the atmosphere, and I just simply restore the process of his playing.”

Saying so, Ian smiled and looked out of the study window: "Every song sung by different people is different—the world in everyone's eyes is also completely different. Everyone, even the same person at different times, Listening to the same song, the feelings that arise in my heart are also different.”

   "So I like music very much, and I like this kind of difference."

   Isengard listened silently. He felt as if he saw a more real Ian... in a way he had never known before.

   "I was a little worried at first, afraid that my mother would see through your secret."

  Isengard said softly, and then nodded reassuringly: "Now it seems that this is unnecessary worry. You can cover up such a completely different side of yourself so well, I am afraid that no one will be able to see through your true face."

   "Not really, the main reason is that when we were adventuring together, we didn't have much chance to talk about music."

  The young man shook his head slightly: "Does Mrs. Ellen want to see me?"

  Although Ian knew about this a long time ago, he pretended not to know: "Morning or evening? Or noon?"

   "Noon. Let's have lunch together."

  Isengard tidied up his clothes, he packed up the documents, nodded and said: "Let's go in a while...Miss Hua An and the others can go if they want..."

   "It's best not to involve them."

  Ian gave a decisive answer. He narrowed his eyes: "So anxious... Mrs. Ellen must have something to tell me. Maybe it has something to do with your second uncle Mikael... Maybe it has something to do with you."

   "Essen, recently in the imperial capital, there is something about the Alchemy Association... Has something happened?"

Isengarde was stunned, and then searched for information from his memory: "Yes. A few days ago, after my teacher and I returned to the imperial capital, we found the master who carved the array of inscriptions on my bracelet... He was deprived of the master After receiving the title, an old alchemist who had the ability but no title took his place."

"This is a disgraceful thing - a master alchemist actually does some work of murder for money, which will undoubtedly damage the reputation of the Alchemy Association, so the Alchemy Association held a free alchemist qualification certificate, there are additional rewards for the top few in the assessment..."

   "You also know that in the past, you had to bring your own materials and potions for the alchemist qualification certificate, but this time the association paid for it, and there are rewards for the top rankings. When will there be such a generous thing?"

   "I remember that it lasted for seven days, and the whole process was free. It seemed that there was a limited number of people, but seven days was enough for all qualified people to participate."

   "So, this time, a lot of people came here on purpose. In their view, the first place should be a default decision, but if you can't get the reward, it's a free practice at worst. Free things, don't use them in vain."

Isengard joked that he didn't intend to participate, after all, he had already passed the examination for the title of elite alchemist, and he was still quite far away from the master, and there was no shortage of materials and money at home: "This is my alchemist. I said before that I want you to perform, if you can get the top three, I will arrange a laboratory for you and no one will say anything."

   "Besides, taking advantage of this fame, you can also gain some fame in the Alchemy Association. In the future, you will have an establishment, and it will be convenient for you to do everything."

"It seems that I just happened to catch up." Ian nodded slightly. He probably guessed what Mrs. Ellen was going to say to him—it was nothing more than letting himself take this test, showing his strength, and then letting himself join Platinum. Iridium Workshop, as Isengarde's second-in-command.

  How could Mrs. Ellen not think of things that Ethan could think of? It's just that the other party silently complied with current events, set up the stage, and waited for the group of them to go up.

  Ian didn't think there was anything wrong with this—he just needed a shelf, and the others helped him set up the stage. Although it was not purposely built for him, it really saved a lot of effort.

  After he shows his alchemy strength, no one will care if he trades the exploits of the inspector knight for the materials of the Extreme Realm.

  Everything went very smoothly, and all plans were carried out according to pace.

  However, it is different from what Ian imagined.

  In addition to this stage, Mrs. Ellen has prepared a rather unexpected surprise for him.

  (end of this chapter)

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