Throne of Magical Arcana

At 11:20 in the morning, in the director's office on the third floor of the Musicians Association.

Othello's serious pale grey eyes looked at Victor in front of him: "Victor, you have to make a decision. Twenty minutes, can't you let you choose the music you are satisfied with? They are the music you have been in for the past two decades. The crystallization of inspiration. "

Victor's face was pale and dull, and he was sitting on the chair opposite Othello. The table in front of him was filled with his music, but his eyes were confused and there was no focus. It was like looking at the other through these music. Things, it may be the first instrument violin in his life, or it may be a gloomy cemetery.

After hearing Othello's words, his lips trembled slightly, and he said hardly: "Can I think about it again? Othello director."

Wolf, who was sitting opposite him with Othello, said with a strong irony: "Think again, can you come up with a better piece of music? Victor, well, don't hold on anymore, maybe you Do you think there are good music in the mediocre works? Do n’t waste the time of Othello ’s director, he is waiting for lunch with Her Royal Highness. ”

Othello nodded, took out a pocket watch and looked at it: "The time for Her Royal Highness to invite me to lunch is a little bit, the time for the carriage from the Association to Lata Summer Palace is fifteen minutes, but the heavy rain last night until now It has n’t stopped, there are serious water accumulation in many places, and you need to detour. You should depart at least ten minutes in advance, and before that, I will take a nap for an hour to prevent fatigue from losing my grace. Victor, you do n’t have much time In the last ten minutes, if you are still unsure, let Wolff replace you. He has just been invited by Earl Lafayette to hold a concert. There is no problem with the band. "

Lata Summer Palace is the palace of the Principality of Vaorit.

Wolf's eyes showed extreme enthusiasm and longing. With his relationship with the nobility, as long as he can hold a concert in the hall of chanting, as long as the concert does not have major problems, he can go further on the music road. In the future, it is likely to become a director of the association. He took a deep breath and looked at Victor: "Victor, I do n’t want to take away your performance opportunities, but for the association, you must make a decision."

Victor glanced back, stared at the sheet music on the table for two minutes, and then extended his right finger to a sheet of music: "Just let it be."

Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to evacuate Victor's strength and let him collapse on the chair, but once the decision was made, Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, but his heart was slightly relaxed. I feel that at least I do n’t have to spend all my energy and soul to think about the new music. The music that has tortured me for nine years has not been completed.

"Maybe this is a good thing, and I won't be able to fall asleep every night." Victor thought numbly and desperately.

Othello clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Victor, you can make a decision, I'm very happy, but you have some problems with your mental state. If you can't recover before the concert, I have some potions here to help you, but only to you There is a little impact on your health. Well, go out, I ’m going to take a nap for an hour. "

With great disappointment, Wolfe walked out of the office with Victor who seemed to have difficulty walking. When the wooden door closed, he glanced at Victor with hate: "Enjoy your last chant Concert in the lobby, don't let your lady down on Paradise Hill. "

"You ..." Victor couldn't accept others attacking himself with his wife, and looked at Wolfe angrily.

Wolfe spread his hand, his nose snorted, and said sharply: "Why look at me? It is you, not me, Victor, who will disappoint your wife."

After he finished speaking, he left with a sneer, and Victor seemed to be hit to the point and squatted on the ground with his face covered, so that Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had been waiting for him, panicked and quickly picked him up .

"Let me go to the lounge to calm down and start practicing all the music in the afternoon." Victor said weakly.

Lot, Felice, and Herodotus glanced at each other bitterly, and it was time to start thinking about how to cheer up Mr. Victor.

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Leaving Victor ’s home, Lucian held an umbrella and ran in the heavy rain. The rain blew into Lucifer ’s clothes with the strong wind, and wet Lucien ’s clothes again, making Lucien ’s unrecovered weakness and obvious. stand up.

In the road filled with white water mist caused by heavy rain, there are very few pedestrians and carriages, so Lucien can run quickly without worrying about obstacles, but the problem is that after running a distance, Lucien cannot Instead of stopping to pant because of the weakness of the body, it was because the wind blew the umbrella to prevent Lucien from advancing.

"Maybe a few minutes early, it can be stopped before the list is delivered to Princess Natasha." Lucian walked around the deep water and gasped while walking slowly on the street flooded to the ankle. After panting, he continued to run.

During the running, the umbrella in Lucien's hand was bent back by the strong wind, so that the weak man could not hold the umbrella.

"Anyway, the clothes were wet." Without hesitation, Lucien put the umbrella away and clipped it to the inside of his arm, letting the heavy rain fall on him, and quickly ran away.

This time, without the hindrance of the umbrella, Lucien dashed in the heavy rain and became faster.

Only by doing your best can you not regret it, Lucien's persistence, struggle, perseverance and perseverance are fully demonstrated at this moment.

Bean-sized rain hit the face with a slight pain.

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It takes more than 20 minutes to get from the Victor's house to the Musicians Association, but Lucian only took six minutes.

At 12:41, outside the gate of the Musicians Association, Lucian pressed her hands on her knees, arched her back, gasping for breath, wet hair stuck to her face, and drops of water dripped down her face. On the patterned rock outside the gate, the clothes were completely drenched and looked very heavy.

After a slight relaxation, Lucien pushed open the door and walked into the hall.

Elena was shocked to see Lucien's appearance, and came out from behind the wooden cabinet: "Lucien, is the rain outside so heavy? Are you so wet with an umbrella?"

"Nothing. Elena, where is Mr. Victor?" Lucien asked quickly.

Elena thought for a while: "It should be in his lounge, I saw Phyllis go upstairs with lunch."

"Thank you." Lucien handed her umbrella to Elena and thanked her. She hurriedly turned and ran up the stairs.

Elena looked at Lucian's back strangely: "What's so anxious?"

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Weak Lucien climbed the stairs hard and fast, and a minute later reached Victor's lounge, knocking on the door.

It was Lott who came to open the door. His face was very bad. Seeing Lucien just nodded, he had no doubt about him coming.

Lucien walked into the lounge and saw Victor sitting behind his desk, burying his face in his hands as if he had lost all his enthusiasm and hope. He didn't react to anyone knocking on the door, just like a painting that had lost its color.

Phyllis, Herodotus, and Rhein who heard about the incident were all sitting silently on the sofa next to them. The simple lunch in front of them remained the same as before, without any reduction.

"Mr. Victor confirmed the music list?" Lucien asked them.

Lott, Felice and Herodotus were not in a mood to answer, only Rhein nodded: "Yes, I used the original piece of music."

Lucian took a breath and suppressed the surge of disappointment and frustration, walked to Victor, his hands on the desk, and said aloud: "Mr. Victor, I wrote a great piece of music. I hope you can Listen, I think it will definitely give you inspiration and let you compose a perfect symphony. Can you change a certain piece? "

There is still some hope for the matter. Lucian is anxious, not too careful in tone and wording, and seems very weak, and some words are too straightforward.

"Are you writing music?" Herodotus asked Lucien in disappointment and grief, and he asked angrily and funnyly. In this serious and sad atmosphere, this guy It's still going crazy!No humanity!

Similarly, Phyllis' beautiful ruby-like pupil looked at Lucien with anger, clearly showing her dissatisfaction and anger, this is not a time for nonsense!

But Lott came over, preparing to pull Lucien away, so that he would not stimulate Mr. Victor.

Victor did n’t seem to hear a word in front of Lucien, and a weak, tired voice came out of the palm of his hand: “Useless, ten minutes ago, Councillor Othello went to the Lata Summer Palace to have lunch with Her Royal Highness, There is no way to change tracks, there is no hope. "

"Can't things change?"

Lucian heard that Othello had already gone to the Lata Summer Palace, and suddenly a huge sense of frustration rose. Lot was easily pulled away from the desk: "Lucien, don't play with your little clever, quiet, you must be quiet!"

Although there was a serious sense of failure, Lucien always felt that there was still hope. As long as he tried harder, there should be hope. So while being backed by Lotra, he said anxiously and sincerely: "Mr. Victor Let ’s fight again, it should be possible to change the track! The rain is so heavy that it may catch up with the director of Othello! "

"Useless, useless." Victor whispered dreamily, without raising his head, as if he had no strength to support himself, only despair.

Even though Lucien was going crazy and fooling around, but he was so sincere and so hard to fight, he still let Lott, Felice and Herodotus have the same feeling, but thought that things were doomed and fate already Arranged, they had a deep sense of powerlessness, and like Victor, rebuked Lucian feebly:

"Don't think about it anymore, Lucien, although we also want to fight for it, it's useless, we can only give up."

"By this time, Councillor Othello may have arrived at the Lata Summer Palace, useless, Lucien, give up."

"Even if the director of Othello hasn't arrived yet, how long will it take to write the new music score? Playing the current track well may be successful."

In an atmosphere of disappointment and giving up, Lucien stepped back a few steps, only to feel very tired, very disappointed, and blamed: "Maybe it is really a destiny arrangement, let me hurt and ask for leave, if ...

"It's not my thing anyway, just fail if you fail." Infected and discouraged, Lucien also seemed to be like everyone else in the lounge, with no color, just gray.

But immediately, Lucien remembered Victor ’s care and care for himself in the past few months, his three-week, full of expectation, and unrelenting piano practice, and his persistence and failure to rush through the storm. Give up, and then see Victor's state as if he were dead, and see Lott, Phyllis and others disappointed but without any expression that changed the result's thoughts, a stronger emotion emerged in Lucien's heart:

That was deeply unwilling. I have done so many preparations and efforts, can I accept such a result with peace of mind?

That's an idea that I still want to try. Why should I complain about what has happened instead of fighting for the present and the future?!

That is, no matter how much obstacles and troubles you have to face, overcome, and grasp the faith of hope, how can you give up now?!

Lucien took a deep breath, looked around the lounge, and found the piano. This was because Victor and Rhein had transformed the piano into a brand new musical instrument, so it was a gift from the association. It was just a piece in the lounge. Decorations represent the role Victor played on this instrument.

Breaking away from Lot's pull, Lucian ran quickly, sat on the piano stool, and opened the lid.

"What are you doing ?! Lucien!" Lott and Herodotus roared angrily at the same time, and Felice stood up and walked behind Lucien because she was closest to the piano.

Only Rhein looked at Lucien's move curiously and funny. What music can there be in three weeks?

Lucian didn't speak. With strong emotion, she pressed her hands heavily.

Dangdang Dangdang, Dangdang Dangdang.

Frightening and powerful notes sounded in the lounge. Victor shook his hands without supporting his head. The whole person flicked up and sat up straight, looking blankly in the direction of the piano.

Phyllis, Lott, and Herodotus fluttered in their hearts, staying in place for a while before thinking of stopping Lucian.

And at this time, the follow-up string rhythm like a storm began to appear with Lucien's playing, fast, intense and shocking.Such string rhythms are continuous, like unrelenting suffering, like crazy giant waves in the sea, like horns and tide-like enemies ringing on the battlefield, without any breathing opportunities.

Occasionally, there will be a small soothing string, but it often brings a more intense, desperate, and more difficult situation, which seems to be a brief calm before death.

But in the face of this huge difficulty, in the face of this deep setback, no one gave up. They were struggling steadily, fighting bravely, making people nervous and disturbing, as if the sea was rolling , All the sailors of a fishing boat are working together to control the sail paddles, fighting the harsh environment, floating up and down without overturning, as if the blood splashes, the battlefield covered with corpses, one by one phalanx facing the overwhelming The arrows and flying spears did not waver, the people in front fell down, and the people behind added, still maintaining a neat queue.

This shocking string rhythm caused Phyllis, Lott, and Herodotus to stop violently, looking at Lucien's side with confusion and blankness, and watching his face with water drops flowing, and Rhein stood up at once, unable to suppress his emotions.

Lucian gritted her teeth:

Why give up?Why give up?!

You can also catch up with Baron Othello. Even if you ca n’t catch up, you can also ask Princess Natasha to change the track. Even if she does n’t agree, she can still convince her with the charm of music. Why give up?Why give up?!

As long as there is still a little hope, you can't give up!

Emotions were integrated into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Fate became more and more fierce, so that the people who stopped beside Lotter and Phyllis could not help shaking.

Did fate make you give up, or did you give up yourself?

Did fate defeat you, or did difficulties and setbacks defeat you?

The fierce and shocking string rhythms pierced Victor's heart like an arrow, making him straight up subconsciously, feeling that the Lord was torturing himself.

Lucien played quickly with both hands, his emotions resonated with the music, and then became more intensely infected by the music, remembering his ups and downs in the past few months:

I want a peaceful life, a warm family, and love my parents and relatives, but inexplicably traversed, lost everything, full of pain, and also saw the witch burned to death, forced to go to the sewers to take risks;

I want to learn words and want a better life, but I am blocked by gangs and beaten by them;

I want to study magic quietly, but here is Aalto, the very powerful Aalto of the church. I can only take the risk of my life and keep walking on the edge of darkness and light, ground again and again Towards death.

Am I giving up?Am I giving up?!

I did not give up!

As long as there is no death, I will fight, I will change my life and change my destiny!

Lucien's emotions are getting stronger and stronger, his movements are crazy like a heart attack, and the excitement of the string is full of unyielding meaning:

Did destiny make you lose hope, or did you choose to give up hope yourself?

Did fate make you succumb, or did you obey "fate" yourself?

Is destiny destined to your life, or did you choose destiny?

No, as long as I am still alive, I can still think, I will not choose to give up, I want to hold the fate of the fate, I want to face the frustration forward, I want to defeat all suffering!

Among the stirring notes, Victor couldn't help standing up, clenching his fists.

PS: The comparative sentences of fate come from Haojiyou Cheese Cat. I accidentally saw him write these sentences and felt that they were better and more prepared than I originally intended. thank you very much.

PS again: five thousand words chapter, equivalent to more!