Throne of Magical Arcana

Today, Natasha is wearing a simple all-black long dress, purple long hair pulled up and covered with a hazy black gauze, revealing a slender and smooth neck, the whole person looks sad and solemn.

She walked past Franz and went straight to the stairs indifferent to everything.

"What the hell happened?" Franz asked himself again, worriedly, while looking around.

The few people in the hall, including the girl Polly who was in charge of the reception, had a confused face, and it was not clear what caused the future female Grand Duke and the current Violet Countess to be so sad.

Is the Grand Duke suddenly called by the Lord?

No, then she should immediately send an obituary to all nobles, and then help the spirit to go to the Golden Cathedral, accept the coronation of Cardinal Sald, and wait until the end of the funeral to go to the holy city of Lance to worship the pope. Come to the Musicians Association.

Is the heretic in the north breaking through the fortress and is about to step into Aalto?

No, she was hailed as the "real knight" and she should be the first nobleman to lead the remaining Violet Knights, not the cowardly people who hid themselves in the Musicians Association to paralyze themselves with music!

Which famous musician passed away?

No, apart from Christopher, the master who taught Natasha, no musician is qualified to let her come to the association in such a manner and solemn attitude.

and many more!

Everyone seemed to think of something. The genius musician who had just concluded a brilliant and seemingly insurmountable concert began to be secretly called a master's music legend. Is it something he did?

Although after the concert, Her Royal Highness sent a bodyguard to announce that Mr. Lucien Evans was only seriously ill and excited, he fainted. With the presence of Cardinal Gossip, he recovered smoothly, but his body is still weak and needs to be A long period of retreat, but for more than two days since then, except for a few of Mr. Evans ’friends who visited him, everyone else was blocked outside the villa, and he did n’t know whether his condition was good or bad.

In such a weak state, there are countless precedents of sudden illness and the inability to wait for pastors and bishops to come to the rescue and death in just a few minutes!

If it is him, with the concert just ended, with the shocking and touching symphony of d minor "Ode to Joy", with that great work, it is indeed eligible for the future Duke to personally announce the bad news to the association.

More importantly, his intimate relationship with Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha has been recognized and is considered by many to be the future Duke of Tyran-in the Principality of Waorit, if the successor is a female, then her The husband will get the title of Duke of Tyran without real power and inheritance.If it were him, then the dress of Princess Natasha and the uncontrollable sadness seemed normal!

"Lord, Mr. Evans is not yet twenty-one years old ..." Polly covered her mouth in sorrow and surprise, and there was crystal water shining in the corners of her eyes, then she tried to stop her cranky thoughts, "absolutely not Mr. Evans, Lord, don't be him ... "

After returning to the concert, she has regarded Mr. Evans as the angel in charge of music and joy, and is the most admired and admired object.

The "Alto Weekly" in the hands of Franz slowly fell. After visiting Mr. Evans on the first morning and confirming that his condition was stable, he fell into the passion of creating music and was inspired by "Ode to Joy" Inspirations are echoing in my mind all the time, and there seems to be a theme melody for a symphony coming out, so for the next few dozen hours, I am locked in the piano room and I do n’t care about anything else.

Leaving the piano room today and coming to the association, Franz did not specifically collect the "Alto Weekly", but thought of the music library to find some materials, and then went to visit Mr. Evans, consult him and discuss his creative ideas.

"No, no ..." Franz's thin face was subconsciously resisted, and then his feet followed Natasha and Camille upstairs uncontrollably, wanting to hear it. Go to Her Royal Highness to give the final answer and want to confirm that the result is not what you are worried about.

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In Christophe's exclusive lounge.

Othello looked helplessly at the white-haired sparse master: "Mr. President, has your music review yet been written? This issue of" Music Review "and" Symphony Guide "has been delayed for two days." He even Having served as chairman, privately still used to call Christopher as before.

Victor next to him looked at the paper in front of Christopher.

Due to the "Return Concert" on June 1st, both "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" were postponed to June 2nd publication, which facilitated the first time of this very extraordinary concert and certainly excellent Lucien Evans' new work is posted on it.

As a result, not only did the concerts and new works live up to expectations, but the response was beyond imagination, so the two journals could not wait to prepare for distribution.The shocked and moved musicians broke out with passion to write comments. In just one night, the number of qualified manuscripts exceeded the needs of two issues, making them have to add supplements, but in the process, they originally intended to be The comment of Master Christopher in the "Headline" article failed to be submitted for two full days, which delayed the date of publication.

Christophe did n’t feel a little embarrassed, he said with a smile: "Because" Ode to Joy "hit my heart, whether it is the value of the theme thought it contains, or its structural rigor and innovation as a symphony, it has reached a difficult The level of achievement makes me want to use the most sincere and beautiful words to comment, so I am not satisfied with repeated revisions several times. "

"Perhaps without thinking, the comments written in one breath are closer to the soul." Victor urged the manuscript covertly with philosophical rhetoric.

Christopher nodded slightly: "Victor, you made a point of it. Can you help me see how this is written?"

As he said, he handed Victor some sheets of scribbled paper.

Victor took it and read it softly: "This is an unimaginable masterpiece of art. It is the most precious asset of all humans who love music. It is the highest and most unparalleled work in the symphony hall. I seem to have produced With such a belief, for a very long time, there will be no music comparable to it in the symphony field. "

"This is not a regrettable thing, but a memory worthy of excitement and happiness, because we are at such a glorious moment, experiencing the indescribable musical beauty, and being remembered by history with it. Please let We left our seats and paid our highest tribute to Mr. Lucien Evans, this is his greatest creation ... "

"He is enough to enter the hall of music, to compare with the master who shines, and compared to other masters, he permeates all works in the never giving up, never yielding spirit and the final word of" Ode to Joy " The emphasis on fighting against the darkness, the joy, unity, and fraternity gained after suffering is a model for the perfect fusion of music and thought. Regardless of the development of the times and music, his music is immortal, because these spirits are destined to immortality! "

The following is a comment that analyzes the structure and connotation of the symphony. After Othello heard it, the old-fashioned serious face couldn't help but smile: "Mr. President, your evaluation is really too high. But I think it is very appropriate, because never No symphony can fascinate me so much. "

Before Christophe answered, the door knocked, slowly and forcefully.

"Who?" Othello asked instead of Christopher.

The voice of a soldier came in: "It's Her Royal Highness."

Othello quickly stood up and greeted the door with Christopher and Victor.

When the door opened, they saw Natasha dressed like a funeral, and felt the sadness and pain. They asked in surprise, "What's going on, Her Royal Highness?"

Natasha lowered her head slightly and drew a cross on her chest, saying gently: "Lucian Evans was called by the Lord in the early hours of last night."

This gentleness seemed to bring deep pain.

"What ?!" The three voices came out in unison, and Victor reluctantly took two steps back until he was subconsciously supported by Othello.

In the corridor, Franz's expression became confused, walking like a lost soul, and was stopped by a soldier.

"Although I'm sorry and painful, I still want to tell you that Lucian Evans was killed by an evil magician last night, just for a conspiracy that has little to do with him." Nata Shah stated "sorrowful" according to the church's rhetoric, but she soon discovered that this was simply a true description of the fact that the great musician Lucien Evans was indeed "killed" by an evil magician.

With Natasha's identity and status, and her feelings for Lucien in the eyes of everyone, everyone believes that this kind of thing will only be announced after repeated confirmation, so sad emotions spread on this floor corridor, many Some musicians who heard the movement came to watch and even whispered, cursing the damn magician.

Victor's face was pale, and his mouth was open to want to speak but he only made a hoarse noise. The old Christopher's face was obviously sad and sorry.

Othello patted Victor's shoulder: "Victor, don't be too sad. Evans has talents that others can't match. At a young age, he created the best music that can exist in the world, so the Lord called him in advance. Paradise Mountain, let him compose better but not mundane music around him. Evans is favored by the Lord and will enjoy eternal joy. He is lucky and enviable, so we want to bless him and not let ourselves His sadness made him sad. He would be watching us on Paradise Hill. "

"I hope so, but I want to be more quiet. Also, Her Royal Highness, can I go and see Lucien's body?" Victor restored his ability to speak. Although the expression was still sad, he experienced the pain of his wife's death. He has been able to adjust his condition.

Natasha shook her head: "The corpse has been destroyed by the evil magician, only some, some ..."

Even the well-recognized "sword of adjudication" failed to go on. The tragic state of the corpse was conceivable, so the atmosphere of sorrow became more intense.

"His Royal Highness, what shall we do next?" Othello saw Christopher's body trembling, he helped him to sit down on the street, and then asked with solemn sadness.

Natasha ’s expression was still stiff and unpretentious: “Next, I will post an obituary in newspapers and periodicals under the name of Aalto Musicians Association, and post an obituary at the door of the association and in more than ten urban areas of Aalto, telling everyone who likes him this bad news Musicians, tell them there will be a farewell funeral in three days. "