A beautiful melody echoed in the restaurant. The peaceful and tranquilizing notes calmed everybody down. However, no band could be seen in the room. There was only one magic gramophone that was slowly spinning a resin disc on a table next to the wall.
After several minutes, the music was over, and the disc had reached the end. The servant nearby hurried to change a new one.
As the music echoed again, John put down his fork and said to Lucien in mixed feelings, "The common resin disc can only record several minutes of music. It can barely accommodate a complete symphony unless the pure-magic discs of higher levels are adopted, but they will be unaffordable for ordinary people in such a case."
He did not forget his past and therefore paid much attention to the life of the ordinary people.
