Throne of Magical Arcana

Franz ’s body is not healthy, and there are often situations where inspiration and creative passion are surging, and he can be sick and sick, so he understands Lucien very well: "Mr. Evans, I understand your current state. I will accompany you to complete the song. "

Then his thin face showed a sincere smile: "After hearing the melody of the song you popped on the piano and learned that it is only a chorus of the fourth movement of the symphony, I can already imagine its beauty, sacred, and majestic And shock, and this is the first time that a vocal chorus has been introduced in a symphony, a creative change! "

"It is my honor to be able to contribute to such a great musical composition and help Mr. Evans to complete it. It is a memory that I can relive after I am old."

In order to modify the long poem to match the rhythmic beauty of this universal language, in order to change the words that might be blasphemy, and to match the original melody under different words, Lucien had to work with Franz. Musicians who are good at creating poetry and songs have repeatedly discussed and revised, and both parties spent a lot of energy to complete.

And Franz is a person who loves music wholeheartedly, and admires Lucien very much, so after understanding all the ideas and hearing the melody of the chorus, he does not mean his praise.

"Cough cough, thank you Franz for your cooperation this time, our work is almost completed, the next step is to practice through the lead singer and choir to see what other flaws. Do you think the difficulty is too high? "Lucien covered her mouth and coughed on purpose, and then asked in a very excited gesture.

Franz shook his head firmly: "The difficulty is indeed great, but modifying some paragraphs makes them easy and will lose the original perfection. I think excellent bands and singers can accomplish this task."

"I think so too." Lucien and Franz smiled at each other.

At this time, the door of the piano room was lightly knocked, and then the handle was slowly rotated. The person quietly pushed the door open-he seemed afraid to disturb the discussion and practice of the people inside.

"Lucien, Franz, are you not discussing?" The person coming in was Victor, here is the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians Association.

Lucien smiled and replied, "Mr. Victor, we have just finished."

"Then I came at the right time. First of all, congratulations to Lucien for completing this symphony that I can't wait to appreciate, and secondly to introduce you to a friend." Victor pointed to the young man who came in with him, "Famous The singer Mr. Fabrini is also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral Choir. "

As the song "Ode to Joy" was nearing completion, Lucien asked Victor to help himself find an excellent singer and a great choir or choir.

Fabrini is about twenty years old, with blue eyes, brilliant blond hair, and slender and beautiful, like an angel serving the God of Truth, but unlike most men, he has a light makeup on his face, red lips, and gorgeous clothes , Giving a strange and enchanting feeling.

"Hello, Mr. Evans. I have always liked your music. I never expected to have the opportunity to work with you." Fabini's voice was pure and soft.

Lucien was not surprised by Fabry's appearance and temperament, because at present most of the outstanding singers are castration singers, and he is also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral, so he smiled and said: "I am very happy to meet you, France Mr. Briney, I hope we will have a pleasant cooperation next. "

For Fabrini, Lucien did not deliberately make a non-discriminatory attitude, because in terms of the current social atmosphere, eunuch singers are very popular.A Countess of the Gusta Empire madly liked their singing, and once fought war for a eunuch singer.

"Mr. Evans, I'll take the choir to the concert hall for you first. By the way, your face is not very good, pay attention to your body." Fabry spoke softly, as if he usually said that.

After watching Fabrini leave, Lucien coughed violently "uncontrollable", as if to cough up the entire internal organs.

"Lucien, are you okay? Is it the sequelae of the last assassination?" Victor asked with concern, and then made suggestions. "Your concert has not yet been fixed, it is better to wait for the body to get better before proceeding." "

Lucien shook his head firmly. "It doesn't matter, Mr. Victor, it's just a little residual injury that won't affect the preparation of the concert. I'm a knight."

Perhaps the word cavalier dispelled Victor's concerns. He nodded softly: "We are all musicians and can understand Lucien's current state of your mind, but as your teacher, I still feel a little worried. Wait until In the evening, I will invite the doctors of Shantang to show you, and do n’t wait until after the concert to leave any incurable troubles. "

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Victor." Hearing only the doctor of Shantang, Lucian did not refuse. She can now control the heartbeat, blood flow rate and visceral motility, not to mention some of the teachings of Natasha. Skills can completely pretend to be symptomatic but not temporarily life-threatening.

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After more than a week, the month of flowers is approaching mid-term.

In the auditorium on the fifth floor of the Alto Musicians Association.

"How many times has Fabbrini? Why are you still having problems in this passage?" Lucien growled a little "out of control" and snarled Fabrini in the middle of the stage.

Fabrini looked at Lucian, who was tired, pale, irritated and annoyed, and explained grievously: "Mr. Evans, the difficulty of these paragraphs is too great, and it needs repeated practice to sing perfectly." There seemed to be glittering tears in her eyes.

"But we have practiced it many times!" Lucien waved her arms vigorously.

Fabrini took a few deep breaths and firmly resisted the "Tyrant": "Not enough, Mr. Evans. Either you give me more time, or you will revise these paragraphs to make them simpler."

"No! It can't be modified, I can't tolerate their perfection being destroyed! Fabry, please work harder, I believe you will be perfect! Time will be delayed for a few days as you suggest, cough cough cough , I hope not too long ... "Lucien said" crazy ", but immediately fell into a fierce cough, bending down to squat in front of the stage.

Franz hurriedly helped Lucien, and Fabrizio ran to Lucien with a little panic, patting him gently: "Mr. Evans, you can rest assured, I will try my best. To grasp these paragraphs perfectly. "

When the rehearsal was over, Fabrizio, wearing a black shirt inlaid with gold patterns, walked off the stage.Halfway through, he suddenly turned back inexplicably, looking towards the front of the stage, as if there was still Lucian's madness and anxiety.

"Maybe at that time Mr. Evans had already foreseen something, so it seemed so eager, so harsh, not quite as quiet and polite as the rumors, and polite." A few years later, Fabrini recalled that the concert made When he was most impressed, he wrote such words with a bit of fatalism and a little emotional, "He showed such concentration, such effort, such madness, it seems that he wants to bloom the most brilliant and the most without regret. Brilliant light. I got the gift of the Lord. I was fortunate to know Mr. Evans at this time and completed the rehearsal and performance of this symphony with him. I witnessed his different past and his devotion to music and the Lord. "

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Greenton, the businessman that Lucien met in the small town of Massawa, returned to the north after leaving Aalto for the Kingdom of Syracuse.

When he sold all the goods and planned to buy the specialty products of the Kingdom of Syracuse, he went to the Dark Mountain Fortress in the Principality of Vaorite. He bought the last issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Guide" at the local musicians association.

While eating a greasy breakfast, Greenton looked at the newspaper. Suddenly he halted the knife and fork cutting small steaks, his eyes glared so much that he could not believe it and read it again and again, then said joyfully and angrily: "I did n’t expect me As soon as he left Alto, Mr. Evans ended his trip and returned ... "

"May 26, Hall of Chanting, return concert ... Would you like to go? From here to Aalto in about sixteen days."

Greenton is located in a large city near the border between the Kingdom of Syracuse and the Principality of Vaurit, and it is currently May 15.

He changed his face, put down his knife and fork, got up and paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind: "I have missed the first concert of Mr. Evans, and I cannot miss the second one anyway! And he returned after three years of travel. , The level of new works is totally worth looking forward to! "

"Well, I handed over the purchase of the goods to the butler of Elland. I immediately drove to Aalto with several escorts. If there is no delay, eleven days may be enough ..." Greenton thought his status was pretty good. Many nobles should be able to buy tickets for Shengyong Hall.Although there is a problem with time, how can you easily give up without a try?

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Thirteen days later, on May 28.

Greenton didn't feel frustrated, but entered Alto with excitement, because he got news on the road. Due to rehearsal problems, Lucien Evans' concert was postponed to June 1.

After entering the city, Greenton did not rest, rushed directly to the hall of chanting, he could not rest assured without buying a ticket.

"What? Already sold out? There are still four days!" Greenton asked angrily. "I know Sir Carmic of the Hain family. I know ..." He began to report a series of noble names.

The staff in the hall of his chant pointed at the many citizens around him: "Sorry, this gentleman, it is indeed sold out. You see, there are so many people who want to listen to this concert. According to our Know that even Sir Carmicchi did not get a ticket. "

"Ah?" Greenton turned back in frustration and found the bustling, dark crowds near the hall of Sheng Yong.

A staff member of Aalto Weekly watched the scene in the corner while writing quickly in a notebook: "Except for the Aalto Music Festival, no musician has ever had so many people at a concert. When they arrived here, they seemed to have forgotten that the tickets for the Hall of Chant were not something that people in their position could buy ... "

"Lucian Evans seems to be the object of chasing people across the city and the Principality ..."

"This is a peculiar phenomenon, perhaps it is necessary to create a new vocabulary to describe ..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your Support is my biggest motivation.)