Throne of Magical Arcana

Franz's body is not considered healthy, and he often has a burst of inspiration, a surge of creative passion, and a sickness, so he said to Lucien very understandingly: "Mr. Evans, I understand your current state, I will accompany you to complete the song."

Then a sincere smile appeared on his thin face: "After hearing the melody of the song you played on the piano and realizing that it is just the chorus of the fourth movement of a symphony, I can already imagine its beauty, sacredness, and majesty." And shocking, and this is the first time to introduce vocal chorus in a symphony, which is a creative change!"

"It is my honor to be able to contribute to such a great music creation and help Mr. Evans complete it, and it is a memory that I can relive again and again when I am old."

In order to modify the long poem to conform to the rhythmic aesthetics of this universal language, to change the possibly blasphemous words and phrases in it, and to maintain the original melody even though the words are different, Lucien had to work with Franz, the Musicians who are good at creating poems and songs discuss and revise repeatedly, and both parties spend a lot of energy to complete it.

And Franz is a person who loves music wholeheartedly, and he admires Lucien very much, so after understanding the whole idea and hearing the melody of the chorus, he is not stingy with his praise.

"Cough, cough, thank you Franz for your cooperation during this time. Our work is almost complete. The next step is to go through the practice of the lead singer and the choir to see if there are any flaws. Do you think the difficulty is too high? "Lucien deliberately covered his mouth and coughed, and then asked in an extremely excited manner.

Franz shook his head firmly: "It is indeed very difficult, but modifying some passages to make them easier will lose the original perfection. I think an excellent band and singer can complete this task."

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

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door of the piano room, and then slowly turned the handle, and the visitor quietly pushed the door open—he seemed afraid of disturbing the discussion and practice of the people inside.

"Lucien, Franz, aren't you discussing?" Victor came in, and this was the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians Association.

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

"Then I came at the right time. First of all, I would like to congratulate you, Lucien, on the completion of this symphony that I can't wait to appreciate. Secondly, I will introduce you to a friend." Victor pointed to the young man who came in with him, "The famous Mr. Fabrini, the singer, is also the leader of the choir of the Golden Cathedral."

With the song "Ode to Joy" nearing completion, Lucien asked Victor to help him find a good singer and a great choir or choir.

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

"Hello, Mr. Evans. I have always liked your music, and I never thought I would have the opportunity to cooperate with you." Fabrini's voice was pure and soft.

Lucien was not surprised by Fabrini's appearance and temperament, because most of the outstanding singers are eunuchs, and he is also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral, so he smiled and said: "Nice to meet you, Fabrini Mr. Briney, I hope our future cooperation will be pleasant."

Regarding Fabrini, Lucien did not intentionally show a non-discriminatory attitude, because in terms of the current social atmosphere, castrato singers are very popular. A countess in the Gusta Empire loved their singing crazily, and once waged a war for a castrati.

"Mr. Evans, I will take the choir to the concert hall to wait for you first. By the way, your complexion is not very good, you should pay attention to your body." Fabrini said in a gentle tone, as if he usually spoke like this.

After watching Fabrini leave, Lucien coughed violently "uncontrollably", as if he wanted to cough up his entire internal organs.

"Lucien, are you okay? Is it the sequelae of being assassinated last time?" Victor asked with concern, and then made a suggestion, "You haven't set a time for your concert, it's better to wait until your body recovers. "

Lucien shook his head firmly: "It's okay, Mr. Victor, it's just a residual injury, and it won't affect the preparations for the concert. I'm a knight."

Perhaps it was the word knight that dispelled Victor's worries. He nodded slightly and said, "We are all musicians, and we can understand your current mental state, Lucien. However, as your teacher, I am still a little worried. Wait until In the evening, I will ask the doctor from Shantang to come and take a look for you, don’t wait until after the concert to leave any troublesome diseases that cannot be cured.”

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Victor." Hearing that it was only a doctor in Shantang, Lucien did not refuse. Now he can control the heartbeat, blood flow speed and internal peristalsis, not to mention some of the things taught by Natasha. Skills, it is completely possible to fake the symptoms of lingering injuries but not life-threatening symptoms for the time being.

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After more than a week, the moon of flowers is approaching the middle.

In the concert hall on the fifth floor of the Aalto Musicians Association.

"Fabbrini, how many times has it been done? Why do you still have problems in this paragraph?" Lucien snarled at Fabrini in the middle of the stage emotionally "out of control".

Fabbrini looked at the tired, pale, irritable and angry Lucien, and explained aggrievedly: "Mr. Evans, these passages are really too difficult, and it takes repeated practice to sing them perfectly." He blue There seemed to be sparkling tears in his eyes.

"But we've practiced it many times!" Lucien waved his arms vigorously.

Fabrini took a few deep breaths and resolutely resisted the "tyrant": "It's not enough, Mr. Evans, either you give me some more time, or revise these paragraphs to make them simpler."

"No! Absolutely can't be modified, I can't tolerate their perfection being destroyed! Fabrini, please work harder, I believe you will be able to perform perfectly! The time will be postponed for a few days according to your suggestion, cough cough cough , I hope it won't take too long..." Lucien said "crazyly", but immediately fell into a violent cough, bending over and squatting in front of the stage.

Franz on the side hurriedly supported Lucien, and Fabbrini ran up to Lucien in a panic and patted him on the back gently: "Mr. Evans, don't worry, I will try my best to Master these passages perfectly."

When the rehearsal was over, Fabbrini, wearing a black shirt inlaid with gold filigree patterns, walked off the stage. Halfway through, he suddenly turned his head inexplicably and looked towards the front of the stage. It seemed that Lucien's crazy and anxious look was still there.

"Maybe Mr. Evans had a premonition at that time, so he seemed so eager and harsh, not as quiet, calm, polite and gentle as the rumors." A few years later, Fabrini recalled that this concert made people When he was most impressed, he wrote this text with a bit of fatalism and a bit of emotion, "He showed such concentration, such efforts, and such madness, it seemed that he wanted to bloom the most brilliant and most beautiful life without regrets. Brilliant light. I was blessed by the Lord, and I was fortunate to know Mr. Evans at this time, and completed the rehearsal and performance of this symphony with him, and witnessed his different side and devotion to music and the Lord. "

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Greenton, the businessman that Lucien met in the small town of "Masawa", returned to the north after leaving Alto, heading for the Kingdom of Syracuse.

After selling all the goods, and preparing to buy the special products of the Kingdom of Syracuse, he went to the Dark Mountain Fortress of the Principality of Viorit, and he bought the last issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Guide" from the local musicians association.

While eating a greasy breakfast, Greenton was reading the newspaper when suddenly his knife and fork for cutting the veal steak stopped suddenly, his eyes were wide open, he read it again and again in disbelief, and then said happily and annoyedly: "I didn't expect that I No sooner had we left Aalto than Mr. Evans returned from his journey..."

"May 26th, the chant hall, the homecoming concert...do you want to go? It will take about sixteen days from here to Alto."

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

His expression changed, he put down the knife and fork, got up and paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind: "I have already missed the first concert of Mr. Evans, and I must not miss the second concert anyway! And he returned from a three-year trip , the level of the new work is totally worth looking forward to!"

"Well, hand over the purchase of the goods to Steward Erlan, and I will immediately ride to Alto with a few guards. If there is no delay, eleven days may be enough..." Greenton thought that his status was not bad, and he knew Many nobles should be able to buy tickets to the chant hall. Although there is a problem with time, how can you give up easily without giving it a try?

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Thirteen days later, on May 28th.

Instead of being depressed, Greenton entered Alto in good spirits, for he had been informed on the way that the Lucien Evans concert had been postponed until June 1st due to rehearsal problems.

After entering the city, Greenton didn't take a break, and rushed directly to the chant hall. He couldn't rest assured if he didn't buy a ticket.

"What? It's sold out? There are still four full days!" Greenton asked a little angrily, "I know Sir Kamitch of the Hayne family, I know..." He began to announce a series of noble names.

Facing him, the staff of the chant hall pointed to the many citizens around: "Sorry, sir, it is indeed sold out. You see, there are so many people who want to listen to this concert, as far as I know You know, not even Sir Carmichael got a ticket."

"Ah?" Greenton turned back in frustration, and found that the chant hall was bustling with dark crowds.

A staff member of the Weekly Aalto watched the scene from a corner while scribbling in his notebook: "No other musician has ever held a concert with so many people except the Aalto Festival. Flocking here, they seem to have forgotten that the tickets for the chant hall are not something people of their status can buy..."

"Lucien Evans seems to have become the object of mad pursuit by the people of the entire city and the entire Principality..."

"This is a peculiar phenomenon, perhaps a new vocabulary should be created to describe..."