ragginovel Chapter 539 Don’t mess with the middleman
Chapter 539 Don’t mess with the middleman
Chapter 539 Don’t mess with the middleman
People in the 20th century should have generally heard or agreed that the piano is the "king of musical instruments."
This statement is based on the continuous development of technology and art by countless outstanding musicians in the past two hundred years, and secondly, because... under the influence of the Industrial Revolution, the price of the piano gradually dropped to a level that could be popularized by middle-class families in the 19th century, making it no longer an exclusive product for the nobility.
Therefore, this king whom the people can "see and touch" has stood the test of time, changed with social culture, and still sits firmly on the throne today.
But before that, seventeen centuries ago, there was an even older king, a king who could be traced back to ancient Greece and was not at all down-to-earth.
It usually only appears in the main hall of the church, the castles and manors of the nobles... in short, in any room with a ceiling height of more than eight meters.
It has a loud volume and majestic momentum, and its sound production and operation methods are extremely complex, even requiring the physical fitness and number of performers.
It is Mr. Hugo’s favorite musical instrument - the organ.
In Philibert's castle, the place Hugo often went to in his spare time was the organ room.
Here, a huge monster is lurking quietly.
When anyone sees "her" for the first time, their eyes will be attracted by the thousands of "human bone sound tubes" above her.
The pipes were arranged closely like fingers together, extending all the way to the top of the wall in a clustered and supported manner, as if the instrument itself was an unholy altar.
Looking down, you can see several rows of white piano keys made from giant teeth of some unknown animal, emitting an eerie cold light; some faded symbols still remain on the corroded oak resonance box; the raised relief of a human face on the stop panel is lifelike; and the leather of the bellows... seems to be the skin of a living creature, always exuding a vague sense of moisture.
She even had a name: "Maria".
Tonight, the hazy moonlight shines through the towering arched windows of the organ room, caressing Maria's body like silver waves.
On the piano stool, Hugo was hunching his vulture-like neck forward, playing with great concentration.
The look on his face while he was playing was so intoxicated, as if every note he played was a cry from the depths of his soul.
But this song with a solemn and beautiful melody, under his interpretation, exudes a creepy feeling that makes people's scalp tingle.
Suddenly, the piano music stopped.
Before the voice had even finished, Hugo had already started to speak slowly: "Mr. Florescu, although I don't mean to unwelcome you, but you always come to visit so rashly, isn't it a bit rude?"
After saying this, Hugo stood up from the piano stool and turned around.
Florescu, who appeared behind Hugo at some point, was still the same as before, wearing a windbreaker and top hat that shouldn't exist in this era, covering most of his appearance.
"You are too forgetful, Mr. Hugo," Florescu replied calmly, "I should have said before that the contract expires tonight. You should have foreseen that I would come tonight."
"You also said that this contract should be completed soon, so there is no need to set a long time limit, and it is unlikely to be used." Hugo immediately retorted in his old London accent, "Could it be that I heard it wrong or remembered it wrongly because I am old? Or are those just the bullshit you usually use when selling?"
“Heh…” Florescu smiled awkwardly. “I do have to apologize to you for this, Mr. Hugo. The explanation I can give is that the contract was not accepted by the executor I had high hopes for, so we have come to… this step.”
When he said the last three words, Florescu waved his hand towards the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the unconscious Dumitru appeared there.
Hugo just glanced at Dumitru, then looked at Florescu again and gave him a look that seemed to say "You look really handsome when you just throw garbage in someone else's house and get it done", letting the other person experience it for himself.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm just a middleman and I've never made any definite guarantees. Now it's okay for me to bring what was promised in the contract to settle the bill, right?" Florescu shrugged.
"Indeed." Hugo nodded. "Thank you for wasting my master's time and making him spend a lot of money on agency fees... and finally getting a low-quality snack." He paused here, took a few steps forward, leaned over and stabbed Dumitru's chest with one claw, then pinched the latter's heart as if to vent his anger and lifted him up. "Now, please allow me to leave for now. I have to go and make this snack more delicious, then bring it to the master and explain to him your incompetence and irresponsibility..."
While Hugo said this in an elegant tone, he dragged Dumitru, who was still vomiting blood, to the door of the organ room.
Before leaving, Hugo turned his head slightly and continued to say to Florescu in a sarcastic but polite tone: "You should know how to leave."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Florescu alone.
"Hmph...what a disgusting old guy." After a few seconds, Florescu looked in the direction where Hugo left and snorted unhappily.
Then, he waved his hand again, and Huang Donglai and Balde, who were also in a coma, appeared on the floor.
"Originally, I was still hesitating about how to deal with these two guys, but now it seems... hehe..." He didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, but he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Let me see..." With a smile still on his face, Florescu began to look around and quickly found what he was looking for. "Ah, here it is, great."
As he muttered, he dragged Huang Donglai and Balde towards a mirror on the wall.
"Others may not know what happened in this city, but I know it clearly..." Florescu put the two people down in front of the mirror, then raised his hands and used both hands to draw some invisible symbols on the mirror. "You dare to talk to me like that... It seems that this old man really thinks he is the master of this place. Then I will find some fun for you and let you see if those tricks you came up with are really so flawless."
As he spoke, he stopped drawing talismans with his hands and instead stretched out all ten fingers, lightly touching the mirror.
His expression also became serious at this moment, as if he was concentrating on performing something.
This continued for a few seconds, and then the entire mirror began to emit white light.
Seeing that the spell was successful, Florescu immediately picked up Huang Donglai and Balde, one in each hand, and threw them into the "white mirror" one after another.