"Do you think it's almost done like this?"

Inside the hall of the Bremen Music Hall, Merka used magic to melt metal reeds, completely repairing all the various sizes of holes on the organ.

In his urgent situation, he found many memories and magic related to repairing organs in Bastet's sacred relic. This may have been the direction Bastet wanted to cultivate in Mulan.

"The appearance is almost fixed."

"But fixing an instrument isn't just about the appearance."

"You, go and check the tuning for me."

Merka let out a long sigh. He hadn't expected to start working right after narrowly escaping death.

Unfortunately, Merka had to deal with such an experienced and unemotional elder. If it weren't for his exceptional skills in repairing instruments, Merka would have had a hard time surviving today.

"Alright..."

Reluctantly, Merka sat on the piano chair in front of the organ.

Glancing at the three rows of pristine white keys and the countless buttons on the bellows beside him, Merka swallowed hard. Memories of practicing the organ surged up from the depths of his heart like a spring tide, filling his limbs.

A warm current seemed to rush through Merka's body, and he couldn't help but place his hands on the keys.

"Then, play a religious piece."

"Amazing Grace, stay tuned for it."

Hearing Merka's confident words, and watching him skillfully pull a few buttons on the bellows, a hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.

But this surprise was quickly replaced by a stronger sense of admiration in the old man's heart – Merka's generous and divine music sounded like successive spring hymns in late winter, melting solid glaciers, shattering the thin sugar coating on the earth, and deeply resonating with the old man's long-dormant, dim, and lifeless heart.

After the piece ended, the old man remained silent, standing as if immersed in the music, unable to extricate himself.

"It seems... the tuning is fine."

Merka retracted the cat's paw he used to assist playing the organ, saying somewhat grudgingly.

He had used a fair amount of magic in front of the old man, and his Curseborn identity was likely exposed. If the old man insisted on keeping him there, Merka would have to reveal his identity as a squire knight.

But for now, Merka didn't want to cause any unpleasantness in the music hall, especially since he would still need to perform there.

"The tuning is fine..."

"But as a Curseborn, being able to repair the organ is one thing, but having such exquisite organ-playing skills is another."

"Isn't that a bit odd?"

The old man rubbed his wrinkled face with his hand, slightly mocking.

"What are you here for? You certainly didn't appear here by chance."

Merka furrowed his brow. He knew that if he wanted to return to perform in the future, he'd better come up with a good reason.

Merka enhanced his magical vision with more precision and even probed into the old man's handbag, inspecting everything inside.

A medal symbolizing a viscount's status in the old man's bag caught Merka's eye. Upon closer inspection, he saw the words engraved on it – Johann Christoph Music Viscount. Manager of the Bremen Music Hall, among others, in his position.

Seeing this, Merka understood.

With a swift turn of his mind, Merka quickly formulated his words.

"I am deeply sorry... my esteemed lord."

"A few noble ladies have invited me to join their orchestra, hoping for me to take on the position of the organist during their performances."

"However, I am of humble origin and have never played a true pipe organ since childhood, afraid that I might hold back the band... that's why I took the chance to come and try when no one was around."

"The explosion just now was caused by my inexperience in using magic."

"If you wish to verify my words, I can tell you which noble ladies invited me, and you can go confirm with them..."

Merka knew that as a Curseborn, whatever he said at this moment would likely not be suitable.

But if he were to confront nobles like Turing, he certainly wouldn't dare to voice any opinions.

As Merka had expected, the elder furrowed his brows slightly, seeming to exhibit a hint of fear towards Merka's words.