Throne of Magical Arcana

Today's Natasha is wearing a simple all-black long dress, her long purple hair is rolled up and covered with a hazy black veil, revealing her slender and smooth neck, and she looks sad and solemn.

She walked past Franz, ignoring everything else, and headed straight for the stairs.

"What happened?" Franz asked himself again with a little worry, while looking around.

The few people in the hall, including the girl Polly who was in charge of the reception, all looked dazed, not knowing what made the future Grand Duchess and the current Countess Violet so sad.

Was the Grand Duke suddenly called by the Lord?

No, then she should have issued an obituary to all the nobles immediately, and then helped Ling to go to the Golden Cathedral to accept the coronation of Cardinal Sard on behalf of the Pope. After the funeral, she had to go to the holy city of Reims to pay homage to the Pope. There was no way she would be free Come to the Musicians Association.

Is it the northern heretics who have breached the stronghold and are about to step into Altor?

No, she, known as the "true knight", should be the first noble to lead the remaining Violet Knights to attack, not a coward who hides in the Musicians Association and paralyzes herself with music!

Which famous musician died?

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

etc!

Everyone seemed to be thinking of something. Something happened to the talented musician who had just finished a brilliant and seemingly unsurpassable concert and started to be secretly called a master of music legend by everyone?

Although after the concert, Her Royal Highness sent guards to announce that Mr. Lucien Evans fainted due to his serious illness and excitement. With the presence of Cardinal Gosser, he recovered smoothly, but his body was still very weak and he needed a period of time. After a long period of recuperation, but for more than two days since then, except for a small number of Mr. Evans' friends who have visited him, everyone else has been blocked from the villa, and they don't know whether his condition is good or bad.

In such a weak state, there are countless precedents for sudden illness and death in just a few minutes without waiting for the priests and bishops to come for treatment!

If it was him, with the just-concluded concert, the shocking D minor symphony "Ode to Joy", and those great works, he is indeed qualified to have the future Grand Duke come to the association to announce the bad news in person.

More importantly, his close relationship with Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha has been recognized, and many people think that he is the future Duke of Tilan-in the Principality of Viorit, if a woman succeeds, then her The husband will receive the title of Duke of Tiran, which has no real power and cannot be inherited. If it was him, Princess Natasha's dress and uncontrollable sadness would appear normal!

"Lord, Mr. Evans is not yet twenty-one years old..." Polly covered her mouth in sadness and surprise, the corners of her eyes gleamed with crystal water, and then she tried hard to stop her wild thoughts, "Absolutely not Mr. Evans, Lord, it must not be him..."

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

The "Aalto Weekly" in Franz's hand fell slowly. After visiting Mr. Evans on the first morning and confirming that he was in a stable condition, he fell into the passion of creating music and was inspired by "Ode to Joy". The inspiration of the song reverberated in my mind all the time, and it seemed that the theme of a symphony was about to come out, so for the next dozens of hours, I was locked in the piano room and didn't care about anything else.

Leaving the piano room today and coming to the association, Franz did not specifically collect the "Alto Weekly", but wanted to find some information in the music library, and then went to visit Mr. Evans to ask him for advice and discuss his own creative ideas.

"No, no..." Franz's thin face was full of subconscious resistance, and then he followed Natasha, Camille and the others upstairs uncontrollably, wanting to hear I went to Her Royal Highness to give the final answer, wanting to confirm that the result was not what I was worried about.

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In Christopher's exclusive lounge.

Othello looked helplessly at the master with thinning white hair: "Mr. President, haven't you written your music review yet? This issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" has been postponed for two days." He even He has already served as the chairman, but he is still used to calling Christopher as before in private.

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

Due to the "Return Concert" on June 1, both the "Music Review" and "Symphony Guide" were postponed to June 2, so as to be the first to report this very likely extraordinary concert and the certainly excellent New work by Lucien Evans is featured on it.

As a result, the concert and the new work not only lived up to expectations, but the response was beyond imagination, so the two journals couldn't wait to prepare for their release. The musicians who were shocked and moved broke out to write articles and comments one after another. In just one night, the number of manuscripts that met the requirements exceeded the needs of two issues, which forced them to add supplementary issues. Master Christopher's comments on the article "Headlines" have not been handed in for two full days, delaying the date of publication day by day.

Christopher was not in the slightest embarrassment, he laughed and said: "Because "Ode to Joy" hit my heart, whether it is the value of the theme thought contained in it, or the rigor and innovation of its structure as a symphony, it has reached a difficult level. The degree of attainment makes me want to comment with the most sincere and beautiful words, so I am not satisfied after repeated revisions."

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

Christopher nodded slightly: "Victor, what you said makes sense, can you help me read how this article is written?"

As he spoke, he handed Victor several sheets of paper covered in scribbled words.

Victor took it in his hand and read it out softly: "This is an unimaginable masterpiece of art. It is the most precious treasure of all music-loving human beings. It is the most peak and most incomparable work in the symphony hall. I seem to have produced Without such a belief, for a long, long time, there will be no music comparable to it in the field of symphony.”

"This is not a regrettable thing, but an uplifting and happy memory, because we are in such a glorious moment, experiencing the indescribable beauty of music, and being remembered by history together with it. Please let We leave our seats to pay the highest homage to Mr. Lucian Evans, his greatest creation...”

"He is enough to enter the music hall, and he is on a par with those shining masters, and compared to other masters, he has the spirit of never giving up and never yielding throughout all his works, and the last part of "Ode to Joy" The emphasis on fighting against darkness, and the joy, unity, and fraternity obtained through suffering are examples of the perfect integration of music and thought. Regardless of the development of the times and music, his music is immortal, because these spirits are destined to be immortal! "

What follows is a commentary on the structure and connotation of the symphony. After Othello heard it, he couldn't help smiling on his staid and serious face: "Mr. President, your evaluation is really too high. But I think it is very appropriate, because never No other symphony has fascinated me so much."

Before Christopher could answer, there was a knock on the door, slowly and forcefully.

"Who?" asked Othello instead of Christopher.

A soldier's voice came through: "It's Her Royal Highness."

Othello stood up quickly, and greeted him to the door together with Christopher and Victor.

The door opened, and they saw Natasha dressed as if she was attending a funeral. Feeling the sadness and pain, they asked in unison in surprise, "Your Highness, what happened?"

Natasha lowered her head slightly, drew a cross on her chest, and said in a calm tone: "Lucien Evans was called by the Lord in the early hours of last night."

There seems to be deep pain in this calmness.

"What?!" Three voices uttered in unison, and Victor couldn't accept it and took two steps back until he was subconsciously supported by Othello.

In the corridor, Franz's expression became bewildered, as if he had lost his soul, he walked in a vain manner, and was stopped by a soldier.

"Although I'm sorry and painful, I still want to tell everyone that Lucien Evans was killed by an evil magician in the early hours of last night, just for a conspiracy that had little to do with him." Natasha According to the statement of the church, she stated "sadly", but she soon discovered that this was simply the true description of the facts. 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 believed that she would announce this kind of thing only after repeated confirmation, so sad emotions spread in the corridor on this floor, and many Some of the musicians who came out to watch when they heard the movement even sobbed softly, cursing the damn magician.

Victor's face was pale, and he opened his mouth to speak but could only make a hoarse hoarse sound. Christopher's old face showed obvious grief and regret.

Othello patted Victor on the shoulder: "Victor, don't be too sad. Evans has a talent that is hard for others to match. He created the best music that can exist in the world at a young age, so the Lord called him in advance. Heaven Hill, let him create better but not mundane music by his side. Evans has been favored by the Lord and will enjoy eternal joy. He is lucky and enviable, so we want to bless him and don’t let ourselves His grief grieves him. He will watch us from Mount Paradise."

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

Natasha shook her head: "The corpses have been destroyed by the evil magician, there are only some, some..."

Even the well-recognized strong "Sword of Judgment" couldn't go on, and the tragedy of the corpse can be imagined, so the atmosphere of sadness became more intense.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?" Seeing Christopher's body trembling, Othello rushed to the street to help him sit down, and then asked solemnly with a bit of sadness.

Natasha's expression was still as stiff as before: "Next, in the name of the Aalto Musicians Association, publish the obituary in newspapers and periodicals, post the obituary at the gate of the association and in more than ten urban areas of Aalto, and tell everyone who likes him Music people, tell them there will be a farewell funeral in three days."