Throne of Magical Arcana

I haven't seen it for many years, but the chant hall is still so luxurious and gorgeous, which is very different from the popular architectural style of Rentat.

In the foyer, the waiter was welcoming the nobles, musicians and musicians who came to the concert. Seeing that the time for the concert was approaching and the number of carriages coming from a distance gradually decreased, he seemed a little more relaxed.

For an ordinary citizen like him, being able to serve as a waiter in the chant hall is a very rare opportunity. If he performs well, it is easy to be valued by any noble or musician, and thus get a better job. Because of this, When facing these guests, he was cautious, not daring to speak out, for fear of making a mistake.

"The concert is about to start..." He saw the young musicians coming out of the small foyer to welcome the audience while arranging their bow ties and walking towards the backstage. His mood suddenly became more relaxed. This is a subconscious reaction from frequent participation in such occasions." The weekly concert in the Psalm Hall is really full, and there are very few vacant seats. It is indeed the highest hall of music. How many more years do we have to wait..."

Seven or eight years ago, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, and that scene left an indelible impression on him.

"I don't know if people in the capitals of other countries are also obsessed with music. Brother Borg always mysteriously says that this is because Alto has too few entertainment methods... But for ordinary civilians like us , what other ways of entertainment can there be?" Seeing that the concert was about to start, the waiter thought distractedly.

Jingle, the crisp sound pulled him back from his own world, and a horse tied with bells pulled a pumpkin carriage to the front of the hall.

"A carriage made of pumpkins..." The waiter felt that this should be a very strange and weird thing, but why did he think it was normal?

Before he had time to think about it, he saw a gentleman in a tuxedo get off the pumpkin carriage, and then stretched out his right hand to be supported by a lady in a purple court dress.

"Ma'am, sir, are you here to attend Mr. Francisco's concert?" the waiter asked respectfully.

"Yes, take us in and add two seats for us." Lucien ordered in a normal tone.

The waiter quickly turned around and led the two of them into the hall, feeling faintly in his heart that he had forgotten something important, such as their tickets? For example, there has never been a saying that the hall of chant has added a position?

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

Lucien bent his right index finger and tapped his chin: "Don't you think this has a fairy-tale flavor?"

Having said that, he changed the subject, looked at the circular chant hall, and sighed softly: "Actually, I am more familiar with the stage above than the auditorium below."

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

The waiter found two armchairs from nowhere and placed them on the edge of the last row, where the musicians also turned a blind eye to this, as if it was a matter of course.

After Lucien and Natasha sat down, the concert officially began. Today's musician, Francisco, walked to the front desk in a black tuxedo, saluted first to the box, and then to the auditorium below.

He has a high nose, thin lips, slightly high cheekbones, and a typical Holy Hiertz Empire 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 the others in front of him, and said with a smile, "They probably never dreamed that we would be listening to the same concert with them at such a close distance."

He had no intention of meeting them, which would disrupt their quiet, normal life.

Francisco raised the baton, and Lucien and Natasha immediately quieted down and listened to his music attentively. According to the track list, it was a symphony called "Growth".

The music starts with a questioning tone, as if seeking the meaning of life. Then, based on this theme, the melody changes slightly, showing a picture scroll of youth, full of vigorous vitality, and then the melody changes again, warm and sweet. Love seeps into the hearts of every listener.

In the melody, every listener seems to have revisited his childhood, youth and first love, which is bright and beautiful that no amount of sorrow can cover up, but the melody has another deformation, and the various instruments become hurried and intense. The roaring drums, sharp stringed instruments, and whistling brass pipes together create a scene of lightning, thunder, and storms, which is like the inevitable difficulties and setbacks in the course of life, making people feel tense, painful, and melancholy.

However, after the storm, the sky is bluer and the sun is brighter, telling the world that suffering will eventually pass, and that life that has experienced suffering is more meaningful.

The melodious "pipe" sounded, and this peaceful life reached its extreme. The music quickly turned into a battle march, heralding the coming of the next challenge, but full of confidence.

"Very good music, but it seems to be very different from normal symphony." After the music ended, Natasha had doubts while applauding.

Lucien smiled, and Aalto's symphony still developed this branch: "Single-movement symphony is more like a poem, and the complete symphony pays more attention to structural form, and its structure is more free. The content is the focus..."

When the musicians in front heard the discussion between the two behind them, they couldn't help but want to show off. They turned around and said, "You don't know the 'symphonic poem' created by Mr. Francisco? You just came back from other places? This is the most popular song by Aalto 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 dealt with major affairs of the Parliament and the Atomic Research Institute, while she was immersed in tempering her own knight strength. He still has to deal with the affairs of the kingdom. Although he also pays attention to the development of Alto's music, he is also the kind of person who only learns about it once a month, so he naturally doesn't know the hottest topics.

After the musician finished speaking, he also appreciated it: "But even if you don't know anything about symphonic poetry, sir, you have described its characteristics exactly. It is completely unlike the person who just heard it. This shows that you have extraordinary musical accomplishments." , I don’t know if it’s a musician from another country?”

"I haven't joined any musician's association, I just have a deep study of music." Lucien replied half-ambiguously, "The Dead" will automatically disqualify the membership of the Alto musician's association.

The musician did not pursue, but took advantage of the break between the two works to introduce the symphonic poems to the two, introducing Francesco: "...he is a musician from the Holy Hiertz Empire, following Master Christophe After studying for two years, he has recently become famous for his bold innovation and passionate piano performance. This "Growth" symphonic poem is his famous work..."

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

"...His musical talent is outstanding. You should have heard the symphonic poem just now. It is enough to become a classic! After Master Evans passed away, people in other countries thought that Aalto's music would gradually decline. Now they should understand their own No mistake! Aalto’s musical bloodline is passed down from generation to generation. With the atmosphere of the whole city and the precious legacy left by masters, there will always be new outstanding musicians growing up, as evidenced by Mr. Francisco. "

The musician probably had some similar stimulation, and he spoke very excitedly, looking at Lucien and Natasha with burning eyes, hoping to get their approval.

Lucien smiled, and said solemnly and leisurely: "Yes."

"Yes." Natasha was quite pleased.

After the concert was successfully concluded, the musician wanted to talk to the two nobles with very high musical standards behind him, but when he turned around, he saw only two empty seats.

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

"Wait, the looks of the two of you just now seem familiar..." He thought hard.

…………

Rata Summer Palace, inside the "Promenade of Heaven".

Lucien and Natasha stood behind the arched windows, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun and the garden stained with a layer of crimson. The twenty-four giant mirrors behind them were composed entirely of tiny lenses to capture all the scenery. It was all reflected, like a dream.

Natasha told Lucien about her memories of "The Corridor of Heaven", the "Gallery of War", and the Ratasha Palace, and how she was famous for her strange powers when she was a child, and accidentally set the "Promenade of Heaven" "The story of the mirror wall ruined.

"Dinner has been enjoyed, the sun has set, it's time to go home, it's been a pleasant walk." She stretched out her arms unladylike.

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

"Because he never thought that he could inherit the throne, but I think this is only temporary. Our children, grandchildren, or other descendants will always ascend this throne again." Natasha said with a chivalrous demeanor.

After leaving Latasha Palace, Lucien and Natasha walked towards the city wall. At this moment, a cardinal suddenly came out from a nearby noble villa, who seemed to be their acquaintance Gossette.

As they were about to leave, Lucien and Natasha only slightly changed their appearance and did not hide their aura. Gossette suddenly stopped walking, and his pupils shrank like the eyes of needles.

"Lucien Evans... Natasha Violet..." He found that his breathing had stopped, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed. He wanted to escape or not, and he didn't perform divine magic even if he wanted to. , The muscles of both legs trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he saw Lucien looking over with a smile on his face. His black pupils were as deep as lake water, and he was so frightened that he fell into an ice cave. He didn't dare to move, and cold sweat profusely protruded from his forehead.

I don't know how long it took, but he saw the two people walking out of his sight, so he panted heavily and contacted Cardinal Filibert: "Your Excellency Cardinal, I saw Lucien Evans and Natasha ?Violet, it’s still too late to activate Alto’s magical defensive formation!"

While speaking, he realized that his voice was so hoarse, like an ascetic who hadn't spoken for a hundred years.

Philibel froze for a moment, and soon sensed the figures of Lucien and Natasha with the help of the magic circle. They were slowly approaching the city wall, and in front of them was a vast and boundless universe.

Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said seriously to Gossett:

"You got the wrong person!"

PS: A side note: There is such a legend in Alto that the ghost of the great musician Lucien Evans still lingers in the chant hall because he loves music too much. Whenever outstanding new musicians and real classics appear When he works, he will applaud in the last row. Send it at the third watch, ask for a monthly ticket~