High Above

The tune coming from the study room on the second floor is melodious and beautiful. The sound of the piano is delicate and soft, like the chirping of birds in the early morning, or like the gurgling water. It is elegant and bright, making those who hear it feel peaceful and immersed in the atmosphere of the tune. middle.

——A very high level.

This is Ian's assessment. He didn't understand music. It would be better to say that he had never studied music. Like listening and he are completely different things, and he never thought that Isengard would have such skillful piano skills.

But now that I think about it, as the youngest son of Marquis Ellen, it is impossible for Isengard to study alchemy all the time and not know anything else - he is also a person who has experienced a full set of aristocratic training and can play one or even multiple musical instruments. It's the norm.

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

"Ian, did I disturb you?"

Sensing the arrival of his friend, Isengard ended the exercise with a smooth rhythm. He stood up and said a little embarrassedly: "I sensed that you woke up, so I thought it would be okay to practice."

"It sounds great." Ian praised bluntly: "There is no need to stop because of me, you can just keep playing."

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

In his opinion, Isengard's level is enough to hold a small concert... Of course, it may be due to the increased body control ability brought by the sublime, but the opponent's level is obviously talented.

"It's almost over. Just keep feeling good every day and don't forget."

Isengard smiled: "This is my hobby... At first, 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 I should choose to practice. , and I prefer the piano.”

"On the contrary, it's you."

Speaking of this, Isengard also looked at Ian seriously, and he sighed: "I should be surprised - you will actually leave Nanling and come to the Imperial Capital... Oh my god, how many things must there be along the way? Danger? How many adventurers and mercenaries dare not cross half of the empire so easily."

"And, judging from 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 traveling and adventure..."

"Is this really that interesting?"

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

Isengard’s question is actually a question that many people have.

Mr. Yinfang also lamented to Ian that it was unimaginable for a boy to embark on a journey at such a young age.

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

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

None of them expected that Ian would be so cheerful, and could even be said to embark on the journey with joy.

This is far different from the rejection and dissatisfaction they imagined.

So confused.

"Um……"

Ian pondered for a while.

If it had been yesterday afternoon, he might have made up a random reason to tell Isengard. It wasn't important anyway, and he didn't think that answer was a lie.

But after experiencing the goblin's meditation and understanding his innermost desires better, the young man did not 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 much I try to convince myself that staying in Harrison Port is safer and more beneficial to me, in the end, something will definitely happen that will make me embark on the journey."

"At that time, I will find that my luggage and parcels have already been packed and prepared - it is all in my heart, and I will prepare for it before I know it...prepare coats, shoes, weapons and hometown items. Sustenance.”

"Only when I start to take steps can I truly be alive."

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

As he said this, Ian smiled with an optimistic self-deprecation and humorous boast: "In the final analysis, for someone like me who eats without looking at the bowl and only forks into the pot, staying where he is is more practical." It’s prone to mold.”

"And it's such a waste, isn't it? Everyone likes me very much, whether it's my personality or my appearance... If that's the case, then I should go out more and make more people happy."

"With my intelligence, I should see the bigger world and let more people see me - otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of resources?"

Ian said this essentially as a joke, waiting for Isengard to complain about his narcissism.

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

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

"But it is true."

Isengard picked up a stack of documents from next to 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 feel that, But you did help a lot of people, and that’s what I envy and admire.”

Ian began to feel that Isengard's Kwakwa form was a bit too much.

That being said, it certainly makes people happy to have someone recognize them.

"Ian, do you play an instrument?"

Isengard stood up from the piano chair. He was just looking for a topic at random, not wanting to test or guess anything - in this regard, he was still very innocent.

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

Ian took a look at the study and found that there were indeed many musical instruments, from simple to complex, from street to elegant, almost everything.

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

"I can only imitate."