The crisp and pleasant sound of the piano sounded in the piano room, but there was no sound outside the door.

Feeling the wonderful tone of the three thousand pound piano, Audrey nodded softly:

"Although it's a little worse than my family, it's not bad."

"..." Snow looked at Audrey who said this easily, with a slightly stiff expression. The piano he placed in Mr. A's house is worth 500 pounds, and it was given to the customer...

However, Audrey didn't seem to realize that she was unconsciously showing off her wealth - this is also the reason why Snow is immune to the audience's observation. She just sat on the piano stool like when she met for the first time, turned to look at Snow and said:

"I'll play an etude first, and then you try to play it."

"Okay." Snow did not reject Audrey's suggestion, turned around and sat aside, waiting quietly.

Audrey seemed to like this feeling of becoming someone else's teacher. Her fingers leaped gently on the keys, like a pair of elves dancing gracefully on the black and white dance floor, bringing up a series of wonderful notes.

Although it was a difficult etude, Snow felt comfortable listening. I have to say that although this hardest Miss Beckland's hardest diamond did not show much of her piano skills in the original work, her level was really high.

"clang!"

As a slightly heavy tail note fell, Audrey's etude sketch also ended. She raised her head and asked slightly nervously:

"How much have you remembered?"

Although Snow wanted to play a "I forgot all" meme, considering that the Emperor did not seem to copy martial arts novels, he still kept this meme that could only be understood by talking about a few people, and smiled and said, "I remember it all."

"Remember it all! Liar! Mr. Demon's memory is obviously very poor!" Audrey complained in her heart, but considering that Mr. Demon might have learned this etude, she stood up and moved out of her position and said in a very teacher-like tone:

"Then you play it and I'll listen."

"Okay." Snow nodded and sat on the piano stool that still had a little warmth, and his fingers leaped lightly.

"Is the level similar to mine?" Listening to Mr. Demon's start, Audrey suddenly felt a little ashamed, and felt that she seemed a little embarrassed, but soon, she realized something was wrong-

How does the feeling of Mr. Demon popping up is exactly the same as himself!

Perhaps ordinary people cannot understand how this kind of music is obviously a piece of music, but in fact, pianos, or most non-electronic instruments, have this characteristic, that is, they will undergo subtle changes with the magnitude of force, or even the posture of playing.

Many musicians have very exaggerated changes in their bodies when playing the piano. This is not simply immersed in music or their emotions are rising, but rather that they have to use such movements and such force to apply corresponding forces to the keys, strings, and pedals to make the sound closer to what they want.

In other words, even if you use the same movements, different people will be surprised by their body shapes and cannot achieve the same effect. But now, Snow uses a completely different movement from Audrey to play a melody that is almost the same as her previous performance.

Audrey suspected that Mr. Demon was teasing her. This ability to perfectly copy the other party's piano sound must be several levels higher than that!

But even so, Audrey did not interrupt, but quietly waited for the end of the Demonic playing, and then asked with her cheeks puffed up:

"Mr. Demon, do you really need to learn piano?"

"Of course!" Snow nodded solemnly and explained:

"My sequences allow me to gain strong imitation skills. I can replicate any melody I have heard, but I basically have no knowledge of music theory. Although I can copy the songs you have played, I basically can't understand the music score. In fact, I don't even know the notes."

"Hey? Mr. Snow, aren't you the audience's way?" Audrey asked in surprise. Snow was a little confused. Is his focus now here?

But he nodded and said:

"I'm not an audience path, but because the ancestors of the Panredax family suffered losses in the high-sequence powerhouses of the audience path, they are more familiar with the audience path."

"Yes, Mr. Demon seems to be a descendant of the extraordinary family, but Mr. Hanging Man never said the 'Panredax' family at the beginning? By the way, Viscount Glylint seemed to say that Mr. Demon's family was originally a nobleman, but later he lost his title..."

Audrey thought silently in her mind that she knew that this question might touch the other party’s secret. She did not ask too much, but thought for a moment, then picked up the etude score on the piano score stand, turned to the first page, and pointed to the simple notes above and said:

"I don't know this?"

"I don't know at all." Snow shook his head, and said with no shame on his face, "But if you tell me what sound it sounds, I should be able to pop it."

"Really?" Audrey looked at Snow with some suspicion, wondering if the gentleman was teasing her, but seeing the other party's sincere expression without any concealment, she finally pointed to the first voice and said-

"This sounds like 'mi~~'."

"Is this?" Snow recognized Audrey's voice, then reached out and pressed a chord on the piano, which was exactly the same as Audrey's voice, but...

"This is not a chord!" Audrey pressed a sound on the piano awkwardly, and the piano also obediently made a "mi~~" sound, but it was not as good as Snow's chord like...

Looking at the surprised gaze that the Demon looked at him, Audrey's pretty face turned red, and then she said helplessly:

"Okay, it seems we really have to start with the basics. I will teach you how to learn music scores first..."

...

It was already dark, and the streets outside the window were already lit up with gas street lights, and the dance party gradually came to an end. At this time, there were fewer guests dancing on the dance floor, and most of the guests were either chatting or using the food prepared at the banquet.

With several cooperations finalized, Viscount Glylint, a seemingly loser dance, got another bonus, but he was not as happy as usual, because he always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something important.

"What did I forget!" Glylint politely accepted the check handed over by a gentleman, but his heart became more and more anxious. Just as he almost ignored his appearance and wanted to scratch his head, a sound like a natural sound suddenly rang behind him-

"Glylint, what are you thinking?"
Chapter completed!