Thud! Thud! Thud!
As three slightly heavy chords rang out in succession to conclude the piece, Sno turned and gave the butler a look.
The butler, who had been standing by the phonograph all along, immediately picked up the recording stylus.
"Did you get all of it?" Sno rose to his feet, turned the enormous "horn" above the piano aside, and looked toward the butler handling the freshly recorded disc.
Thanks to Roselle's improvements to the phonograph, it had become possible to record discs at home.
Although such records were certainly less refined than industrially produced vinyl and had relatively short lifespans, for listening at home, they were even better than the speakers and headphones that had cost several hundred yuan in his previous life.
"The grooves are very clear. This should be the best one we've recorded these past two days." The butler carefully placed the record onto the storage rack, then looked at the several dozen records lined up there and asked curiously:
"Sir, is there a reason you've recorded so many records?"
"Yes. I have an engagement tonight that will conservatively take around two hours. It's also in the West Borough, but if anything unexpected happens, I might not make it back in time. So during that period, make sure music plays continuously throughout the room. Ideally, it should cover the entire room, so that our guest remains sufficiently calm."
Sno explained the arrangements in detail, yet still maintained the room's secrecy to ensure that Lanevus could not hear even the slightest detail.
"As you command, sir." The butler seemed to realize the importance of the matter. He solemnly checked every record again, testing them while planning where each disc and its corresponding phonograph should be placed.
"So, he finally went out?" At dusk, Lanevus watched