Throne of Magical Arcana

Not seen for many years, the hall of chanting is still that luxurious and gorgeous, which is very different from the popular architectural style of Luntt.

In the hall, the waiter was welcoming a noble, musician, and musician who came to the concert. As the concert began to draw closer, and the carriages coming from far away became scarce, he seemed to relax a little.

For ordinary citizens like him, being a waiter in the hall of chanting is a very rare opportunity. If they perform well, it is easy to be valued by nobles or musicians, so that they can get a better job. Because of this, In the face of these guests, he was cautious and did not dare to show his breath, for fear of making mistakes.

"The concert is about to begin ..." He saw the young musicians coming out of the small foyer to welcome the audience while tidying the bow tie while walking towards the backstage. His mood was more relaxed. This was from a subconscious reaction that often participated in such occasions. The weekly chant hall concert is really full, and there are very few empty seats. It is worthy of the highest hall of music. However, if you want to have the madness of the city like seven or eight years ago, I do n’t know. How many more years to wait ... "

Seven or eight years ago, he was nothing more than a 13-year-old boy. Such a scene left him an indelible impression.

"I do n’t know if people in the capitals of other countries are also crazy about music. Brother Borg always secretly said that this is because there are too few ways of entertainment in Aalto ... but for ordinary civilians like us What other ways of entertainment are there? "The waiter thought divergently as he saw the concert was about to begin.

Ding Dong, the crisp sound pulled him back from his own world, and a horse with a bell dragged a pumpkin carriage to the front of the hall.

"Pumpkin made of pumpkin ..." The waiter thought this should be a very strange and weird thing, but why did he think it was normal?

He didn't have much time to think, and saw a gentleman in a tuxedo walk down the pumpkin carriage, then stretched out his right hand to let a lady in a purple palace dress hold down.

"Ma'am, sir, are you here for Mr. Francisco's concert?" The waiter asked respectfully.

"Yes, take us in and add two places to us." Lucian commanded normally.

The waiter quickly turned around and led the two to the hall, feeling vaguely forgotten about something important, such as their tickets?Such as the saying that the hall of chanting has never been added?

"Why is the pumpkin carriage?" Natasha had a funny and curious attitude about the short journey just now.

Lucien bent her right index finger and knocked on her chin: "Don't you think it's so fairytale?"

Speaking of which, he changed the subject and looked at the ring-shaped hall of chanting and sighed softly: "Actually, I am more familiar with the stage above than the audience seat below."

"... I have no experience performing in the hall of chanting." Natasha said regretfully, this was mainly due to her identity restriction at the time.

The waiter did not know where to find the two backrest chairs and placed them on the edge of the last row. The musicians there also ignored them, as if this was a matter of course.

After Lucien and Natasha sat down, the concert officially began. Today's musician Francisco wore a black tuxedo to the front desk, saluting first to the box and then to the audience seat below.

He has a high nose and thin lips, a slightly tall cheekbones, and with a typical sacred Hertzian style, he is a young musician.

"I used to listen in that box ... well, Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz ..." Natasha looked at the box and read out the acquaintances Lucien knew.

Lucien also saw Elena, Grace, Phyllis, and others in front of her, and smiled: "They may not even dream about it, we will listen to the same concert with them at such a close distance."

He had no idea of ​​meeting them, which would disrupt their quiet and normal life.

Francisco raised his baton, and Lucian and Natasha immediately calmed down and listened to his music carefully. According to the repertoire, this is a symphony called "Growth".

The music starts with a questionable tone, as if seeking the meaning of life. Then, on this theme, the melody changes slightly, showing a youthful picture, full of vigorous vitality, and then the melody changes again, warm and sweet. Love permeates every listener's heart.

In the sound of the melody, every listener seemed to recollect his childhood, youth and first love. It was a radiance that could not be concealed by any amount of sorrow, but the melody was transformed again, and various musical instruments became rushed and intense, The drums roared, the stringed instruments were sharp, and the brass pipes were roaring. Together, they created a scene of lightning, thunder, and storms. This is like the inevitable difficulties and frustrations in life, making people feel nervous, painful, and melancholic.

However, after the storm, the sky became bluer and the sun became brighter, indicating that the suffering of the world will eventually pass, and that the life of suffering will be more connotative.

The melodious "mudi" sounded, this kind of tranquil life reached the extreme, the music quickly turned into a march of battle, heralding the coming of the next challenge, but full of self-confidence.

"Very good music, but it seems very different from the normal symphony." After the music was over, Natasha questioned while applauding.

Lucien smiled, Aalto's symphony still developed this branch: "The symphony of a single movement is more like a psalm. The complete symphony pays more attention to the structural form, and its structure is more free. With its own thinking and Focus on content ... "

The musician in front heard the discussion of the latter two and could n’t help but show off the urge to show off: “You do n’t know the“ symphony poem ”created by Mr. Francisco? Did you come back from the field? This is the most popular Alto recently Music topic. "

Lucien and Natasha glanced at each other and shook their heads at each other. She was busy with arcane and magic research, and had to deal with major events in the Parliament and the Atomic Research Institute. She was immersed in the tempering of her knighthood. I still have to deal with the affairs in the kingdom. Although I also pay attention to the development of Aalto ’s music, it also belongs to the kind of people who only know about it once a month. They naturally do n’t know the hottest topics.

The musician finished speaking and appreciated the truth: "But even if you don't understand the symphonic poems, sir, you're not too bad about its characteristics. It's completely different from the one you just heard, which shows that you have extraordinary musical attainments. , I wonder if they are musicians from other countries? "

"I didn't join any musicians 'associations, I just studied music myself." Lucien replied semi-ambiguously, "Dead Man" will automatically disqualify the members of the Aalto Musicians' Association.

The musician did not ask, but introduced the symphonic poems to the two during the break between the two works, and introduced Francisco: "... he is a musician from the Holy Hertz Empire, following Master Christopher I have studied for two years and recently became famous for his bold innovation and passionate piano performance. This symphonic poem "Growth" is his famous work ... "

It seems that after Silvia's death, Master Christopher had the idea of ​​re-teaching a student, and Lucien and Natasha were very pleased.

"... His musical talent is outstanding. You should have heard the symphonic poems just now, enough to become a classic! After the death of Master Evans, people in other countries think that Aalto's concerts are gradually declining, and now they should understand themselves It ’s wrong! Aalto ’s music is inherited from generation to generation, there is the atmosphere of the whole city, there is a precious legacy left by a master, and there will always be new and outstanding musicians growing up, as evidenced by Mr. Francisco. "

The musician had probably been a little stimulated, and said very excitedly, looking at Lucien and Natasha with staring eyes, hoping to get their approval.

Lucien smiled and said solemnly and leisurely: "Yeah."

"Yeah." Natasha was quite relieved.

After the concert ended successfully, the musician also wanted to talk to the two nobles with very high musical standards behind him, but turned around, only to see two empty seats.

"When will chant hall be able to add seats?" He suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

"Wait, the two looks just a little bit familiar ..." he thought thoughtfully.

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Lata Summer Palace, "The Promenade of Heaven".

Lucien and Natasha stood behind the arched window door, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun, admiring the garden stained with a layer of crimson color, and the twenty-four giant mirrors composed of tiny lenses behind them all took in the view All reflected, dreamlike.

Natasha told Lucian about her "promenade of heaven", "war gallery", memories of Lata Summer Palace, she was famous for her strange power when she was a child, and accidentally put "promenade of heaven" The story of the mirror wall ruined.

"Dinner has been enjoyed, the sun has set, we should go home, this is a pleasant walk." She stretched her arms out of no ladyliness.

Lucian nodded and looked at the other end of Latcha Palace: "I don't even know who the current Grand Duke is. He was very low-key in the Waorite family?"

"Because he never thought he could inherit the throne, but I think this is only temporary. Our children, grandchildren or other descendants will always return to this throne." Natasha is very knightly and authentic.

After leaving the Lata Summer Palace, Lucian and Natasha walked towards the city wall. At this time, a cardinal came out of the nearby noble villa, just like their acquaintance Gosset.

Lucian and Natasha had only changed their appearance slightly as they were about to leave, without concealing their breath. Gosett stopped abruptly while walking, and his pupils contracted like needle eyes.

"Lucien? Evans ... Natasha? Vorrit ..." He found that his breathing was interrupted, as if the whole person was paralyzed, he wanted to escape without escape, wanted to perform divine spells and did not perform divine spells. , The muscles of the legs tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he saw Lucien looking over with a smile. The dark pupil was as deep as the lake water, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move, and the cold sweat on his forehead secreted.

I do n’t know how long after he saw the two came out of his sight, he gasped for breath and contacted Cardinal Philip Bell: "His Cardinal, I saw Lucien Evans and Natasha ? Vaurit, now it's too late to open the Aalto Divine Defense! "

While speaking, he found his voice so hoarse, like a bitter monk who hadn't spoken in a hundred years.

Philip Bell froze for a moment, and soon with the help of Divine Array, he sensed the figures of Lucien and Natasha. They were slowly approaching the city wall, in front of a vast universe.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously to Gosset:

"You got the wrong person!"