Arcane Age

"This kind of book is too boring! By the way, my name is Johnny, a singer who aspires to become a bard!" The young man named Johnny said with a familiar enthusiasm: "Are you going to attend this year's Midsummer Night Music Festival? This is a music event in the entire Oriente continent, the highest annual performance!"

Is this Midsummer Night Music Festival so influential?

Xi Wei nodded: "I am very interested in the Midsummer Night Music Festival."

Johnny waved his fist happily: "I guess it is! Judging from your appearance, you should be a student!"

"No, you guessed wrong. This young gentleman is a writer!" The old gentleman finally had the opportunity to interject: "I was just about to admire the writer's masterpiece!"

Xi Wei smiled shyly, took out two books from the brown suitcase and handed them to the curious old gentleman and Johnny respectively.

"The Old Man and the Sea?"

""The Merchant of Venice"?"

There was nothing going on in the carriage, so the two simply took the book Xi Wei gave them and started reading.

In the Oriente continent in 1787 of the Holy Calendar, although there were nobles inherited by blood and the Church of the Glorious Lord who believed in a true God existed, the power of capital was rising, and businessmen began to seize wealth while also seeking higher political status.

Feudal society is coming to an end, and with the gradual increase in productivity, a new era is coming.

No one can see further than Xi Wei, a visitor from another world. In the eyes of kings and nobles, these businessmen are just greedy and arrogant low-class people, servants who help them accumulate wealth, and pigs that can be slaughtered at any time.

However, money has great magic power in any world. As long as they can find enough power to protect their increasing wealth accumulated through trade, then the rise of the bourgeoisie will no longer be difficult!

And Xi Wei and the magicians he represents will become this necessary support!

Only by grasping this general trend, combining magic and capital, using magic industrial production to create value, using money to win over and divide enemies, and integrating most ordinary people into the system of magic industrial civilization, can we lead the arcane industry as quickly as possible. The coming of age.

Xiwei's identity as a best-selling author has begun to play another unique role. This will be a publicity channel for the entire Oriente continent and a key identity to control the right to speak.

Pure knight-mage novels are just for entertainment, so Sylvie began to try to transfer some classics from the past world, slightly modify them to fit the background of this world, and use them to continue to refresh the style, and strive to change the name Sylvie Frost. Become a great writer who shines for an entire era.

The two famous works adapted by Xiwei are very suitable for the background of the times. The two readers were obviously attracted by the wonderful plots and watched them carefully along the way, completely ignoring the shaking caused by the bumps of the carriage.

The motorcade finally stopped temporarily after walking for three magics and formed a large circular circle in the flat field beside the road. The young servants hurriedly fed the horses with fodder and water.

Passengers can finally get out of the carriage, let the wind blow away, and stretch their waists.

Johnny read books very quickly. He had already read the entire 50,000-word "The Merchant of Venice". He closed the book and stretched out: "That's great! Shylock's evil will be punished! Portia is really witty. !”

The old gentleman was still holding "The Old Man and the Sea" and reading it slowly. It took him a long time to turn a page, and he read it very seriously. It was obvious that he had been completely infected by the story of the old fisherman Santiago.

Johnny shouted to Xi Wei, who was still reading seriously: "Mr. Xi Wei, my great writer, you are so boring! Now is a rare break, let's go for a walk outside the carriage together!"

After receiving Xiwei's response, Johnny happily took out an instrument from his luggage. It was a brass instrument with a slightly rusty copper color and had obviously been around for many years.

The two people walked out of the carriage one after another. Most of the passengers gathered in the circle surrounded by the carriage. They chatted with each other, and some people spread a layer of cloth on the ground and began to enjoy lunch.

"Did you see that girl in the white dress over there? She's so beautiful, like a water lotus!" Johnny winked and whispered to Xi Wei: "And that lady in the black gauze skirt? ! What an explosive figure, I really want to have a good communication with her! But the person next to her should be her husband, what a pity!"

Xi Wei was helpless. No matter which world he was engaged in, music was always so bohemian.

"And that..." Johnny's eyes were very sharp, and he almost pointed out all the attractive women in the entire convoy.

"You're a bit too old for this!" Xi Wei couldn't accept Johnny's taste.

"Great writer, it seems you still don't understand the beauty of the ripe body!" Johnny said with a regretful expression: "Girls are too young, only ripe fruits are sweeter!"

"It seems that you should be very popular with the ladies!" Xi Wei nodded. After all, this Johnny can be regarded as a piece of fresh meat.

"Of course, I am the dream lover of many ladies!" Johnny said with a smile: "Let me show you my hand!"

Johnny took his instrument and walked straight to the center of the circle. Although he was bohemian and a bit raunchy, his young and handsome face was still very effective and not offensive at all.

Johnny put the brass instrument in front of his mouth, took a deep breath, and began to play his best tune.

The sound of the musical instrument is clear and loud, but also soft and gentle. Johnny's skills are very skillful. He also plays a country tune that has been circulated in southern France for hundreds of years, and almost all tourists are very familiar with it.

In Xi Wei's view, Johnny's instrument has shadows of the saxophone, but it is not mature enough.

The handsome Johnny, coupled with his melodious country tune, instantly attracted the attention of the entire convoy. The originally noisy conversation gradually calmed down, and everyone smiled and politely appreciated Johnny's performance.

While Johnny was playing, he also interspersed impromptu performances with dazzling skills. His aggressive gaze lingered on the beauties he had observed long ago. Some shyly avoided it, while others responded boldly. .

Johnny's playing lasted for about a quarter of an hour, with his face flushed and obviously enjoying himself, and finally ended with a bow.

The audience gave him warm applause, including several scorching and meaningful glances, which made Johnny very happy. When he walked back to Xi Wei, he was as proud as a peacock with its wings spread.