"Which noble family do you serve? Not a local one from Bremen, right?"

"Do they not know that the organ here in Bremen is an ill-omened symbol? It's been a long time since anyone played the organ here."

Old man Johann hesitated for a moment, his tone tinged with uncertainty and skepticism.

"Ill-omened...? I don't think so. I remember the Forbidden Orchestra played the organ in Bremen, didn't they?" Merka subconsciously asked Johann.

"Of course, that incident was also an example." Johann raised his thin, pale eyebrows.

His face, resembling petrified stone with cracks, combined with the movements of his lips as he recounted, exuded an almost ancient and solid aura.

"After three members of the Forbidden Orchestra played the organ, they all passed away before the age of thirty. Not to mention Theresa, the one left, who not only bore no children but was mysteriously killed by the young master she served all her life."

"Isn't this kind of eerie incident considered ill-omened?"

Upon hearing this, Merka felt somewhat embarrassed. Although these incidents sounded bizarre, in reality, when everything was laid out, Merka knew they weren't that big of a deal.

"If it's just this one incident, can't it be considered ill-omened?" Merka questioned Johann again.

"No... of course, it's not just this one."

"There are plenty of strange occurrences."

"Samael-—the Saint Lord, you know her, right? Her generation's art competition was about music. She also played the organ here."

"But in the end, due to a dispute with the Galleher family, the Saint Lord accidentally killed someone on stage in Bremen, and the competition was forcibly terminated."

"There have been many incidents like this, it seems that inevitably someone dies once they play this grand organ."

"Even so... will your noble still insist on performing on stage?"

Johann approached Merka, gently stroking the organ keys shimmering with dark lake-like reflections.

The organ texture, like the intertwined embrace of black and white beauty, deeply pierced Merka's eyes.

The fluctuations in the magical view, with different shades like patches, seemed to be telling Merka that this golden organ seemed to possess a sinister magic that led people to their doom.

"Well... I think she will insist, sir. Her will has always been very firm."

"And we have never believed in unfounded, unreasonable ominous signs."

Although Johann seemed to have deep taboos against this organ, Merka paid no mind.

Johann sighed lightly and then asked, "How many of you?"

"Probably four. That's okay, right? The Forbidden Orchestra also had four members, didn't they?" Merka replied.

"Well... let me think about it." Johann reached into his hunched body, fumbled for a while, took out a cigarette box. He shook the crumpled box lightly, pulled out a snow-white cigarette, placed it at his lips, lit it, and started to gently inhale.

"Well... respected Viscount, you know, I am Curseborn." Seeing Johann's casual behavior, Merka reminded him with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Although Merka, as a squire knight, held the title of Earl, Merka was still a Curseborn and needed to be more respectful on someone else's territory.

"This is foreign tobacco, Curseborn smokes foreign tobacco without any issue."

John raised his brows and gave Merka a slight smile, seemingly mocking Merka's superficial knowledge.

"To be honest..."

"I'm not really interested in knowing which noble you serve."

"Madame of Montecristo Manor has expressly forbidden me from playing the organ."

"It doesn't matter which noble comes, after all, the orders are issued by that old scoundrel of hers."

"But well, I also don't want this organ to gather dust just like that."

Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, John gently blew smoke towards Merka.

To Merka's surprise, after inhaling the second-hand smoke, there was no discomfort at all.

"After all, orders are made by people."

"Let me give you a hint."

"From my standpoint, even giving a hint is already quite inappropriate."

John half-closed his eyes, tucking the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and passed it over to Merka.

"The four of you are really too few, the reason why the Forbidden Orchestra can perform is that they are not a genuine orchestra in the true sense."

"Do you know, the word 'forbidden' actually sounds like 'four-leaf clover' in a foreign language."

"In a sense, a four-leaf clover symbolizes luck in foreign countries."

"Their orchestra's true name is actually the Lucky Orchestra."

Merka listened with confusion as John spoke in a cryptic manner, silently taking the half-smoked cigarette from John's hand.

"The logic is just like this foreign tobacco."

John said meaningfully.

"A monk who has travelled far knows how to chant scriptures, do you understand?"

Listening to John's cryptic words, Merka looked at the cigarette billowing smoke in front of him and fell into contemplation.