Hearing Lucien's words, Lilith did not feel that there was anything wrong. She said excitedly and with a little bit of shyness, "We planned to listen to your concert, Mr. Evans, and then leave after the music festival in Aalto. Anyway, there's still time …" She suddenly realized that she was revealing something that should not be revealed, so she hurriedly shut her mouth.
Sala also felt that something was wrong. She looked at Lucien with a slightly dignified expression, "Mr. Evans, during this period of time, people who come to Aalto are all here to participate in the music festival, and so are we. Why are you so surprised that we're still in Aalto?"
He asked subconsciously. After he finished speaking, he wanted to bite off his own tongue. If Lucien really found some clues from the document, wouldn't his question be equivalent to a confession?!
"Haha, I saw that you siblings came to Brons Manor to ask me to decipher the manuscript despite the city gate being closed. I thought you had something urgent." Lucien thought quickly and found a good reason to explain. Just now, he was indeed too careless. He subconsciously asked the question that was in his heart. But if he did not know that the document was related to a relic that was about to be opened, why would he be surprised that Sala and her sister did not leave?!
"Sometimes it's easier to say the wrong thing if you know too much!" Lucien said to himself in his heart.
Lilith obviously believed this explanation. At that time, she and her sister were indeed very anxious, so she happily answered half truthfully, "Because we like you very much, Mr. Evans, so we were anxious to see you. Haha, Mr. Evans, the melody you played just now was so beautiful. It was like a dreamy natural scenery … "
After chatting for a while on the street, Sala always felt a little uncomfortable facing Lucien who had deciphered the manuscript. She was always afraid that she would accidentally spill the beans and let him know the secret, so she forcibly took her sister who was unwilling to leave.
Looking at the back of the siblings disappearing into the crowd, Lucien nodded slightly, "The time when they entered the magic relic is very consistent with my speculation."
"But was it a coincidence that I met them today, or did they show up on purpose?"
In Aalto, under the control of the Church, Lucien had to be very careful. He was full of doubts about anything related to magic.
…
Lucien, who had restrained his greed, soon forgot about the magic relic and continued to wander around with Elwyn. Sometimes they enjoyed a symphony in this concert hall, sometimes they listened to operas in another theater, and sometimes they played some music games. Their life was very comfortable and comfortable.
When the evening came, Chorre and Alisa came back satisfied. After finishing their "babysitting" job "for Lucien's job, they finished finished finished their" babysitting "job's" babysitting "job". "..
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At eight o 'clock in the evening, the Church would form a huge transparent "crystal wall" in the center of the square. Through the crystal wall floating in the air, the citizens would be able to see and hear the situation on the stage of the Psalm Hall.
"So many people!" exclaimed Elwyn in an exaggerated tone.
In front of them was an ocean of human bodies. Although they were wearing clothes of different colors, in Elwyn's eyes, they were all black.
Chorre shook his head, "Let's just wait here. After all, the whole district can see the God's Crystal."
"No, the closer we are to the Psalm Hall, the clearer it is!" Alisa rejected the idea of stopping. She was going to use her weight to open a path for Lucien.
Lucien smiled and stopped her, "Auntie Alisa, I'll take you to the best place where you can enjoy the concert."
"Where is it?" asked Elwyn curiously.
Lucien pretended to be mysterious and did not answer. Instead, he led Chorre's family to a remote street and took a detour to the other side of the square.
Soon, a five-story building in classical style appeared in front of them.
"The city hall?" Chorre seemed to have understood something. He smiled meaningfully. He had always been concerned about Lucien's marriage.
Lucien smiled and shook his head, "Phyllis's father, Mr. Urbain, is the clerk of the city hall. He invited us to enjoy the concert on the top floor of the city hall."
With status, one would have connections. With connections, many things would become simple.
At the back door of the city hall, Phyllis, wearing a crimson dress, was already waiting for them.
The seats in the Psalm Hall were limited, and there were many distinguished guests from other countries. Therefore, even nobles like Urban and Phyllis were not invited. Inside the Musicians' Association, only famous and authoritative musicians were qualified to enter, such as Victor, who had made it to the list after the concert last time.
As the music consultant of the future Grand Duke, Lucien was invited as well. However, he used the excuse of accompanying his uncle's family and did not go to the Psalm Hall. After all, tonight's concert was about the theme of mass and psalm, and many pastors, bishops and cardinals would attend. Therefore, Lucien wanted to avoid it as much as possible.
… …
At eight o 'clock in the evening, a faint halo lit up in the center of the city square, sacred and vast.
Witnessing this scene, the citizens of Aalto and the outsiders all lowered their heads and prayed in silence. This was the majesty of the Lord, this was the power of the Lord!
Lucien also lowered his head and prayed with them. He was full of curiosity and awe of the magnificent power contained in the halo.
"If the power of magic comes from nature, where does the power of divinity come from? If there is a God, why did the Church split? I don't know when I'll be as powerful as this … "
The halo was getting brighter and brighter, and gradually became transparent, like a huge crystal wall. No matter from which angle one looked at the crystal wall, one could see the stage of the Psalm Hall through it.
The choir of the Golden Cathedral was standing neatly in front of him.
"Ah, pious people …"
The clear, beautiful, powerful and sonorous voice sounded with the music. It was so beautiful, so unparalleled, like the chant of an angel.
The choir was made up of castrated singers. Because they were castrated before puberty, their voices were clearer and more sonorous than those of females. They were the best hymn singers.
Lucien listened to the hymns and masses in silence. He had to admit that many of the melodies were ethereal and tranquil, and he was unable to perform them himself.
Of course, the Church had more or less borrowed the power of the divine circles to make the religious music more sacred and more beautiful. After all, this was an excellent occasion to strengthen one's faith.
"Every time I listen to the hymns of the Aalto Music Festival, I have a feeling that my whole body is trembling. This is the voice of God …" After the concert, the city square was still immersed in the sacred atmosphere. Phyllis turned to Lucien and sighed with deep concern, "With such a concert as the beginning of the first day, many people will definitely compare it to your performance on the last day, Lucien. Even if your concert is above the standard, as long as it's not as high as this, you'll definitely be heavily criticized. "
"Hasn't Fate already received the highest praise? With it, I don't think it'll be any worse than this concert. "Lucien looked at Phyllis with a smile, reassuring her not to worry.
Phyllis pursed her plump lips, "Lucien, you know I'm not talking about Fate, but your solo piano pieces. Sigh, I really don't know how you can be so calm. I feel so pressured that I can't breathe. "
"Miss Phyllis, Lucien has been through more difficult and dangerous things than you think. This is the calmness that life has brought to him." The guard next to her interrupted. It was John.
Although he was transferred to maintain law and order, he was under the care of Sir Venn. Every night at eight o 'clock, he would be in charge of the top floor of the city hall.
Phyllis nodded, "Okay, I'm too nervous. Lucien, don't be affected by my emotions. Stay calm. Even if there's a slight flaw, it won't affect your position. Also, your score of Pathetique is excellent. "
"Phyllis, don't you think you're making people more nervous?" Lucien laughed.
Phyllis could not help but stare at Lucien.
… …
April 4th, eight o 'clock in the evening.
At Victor's insistence, Lucien sat in the Psalm Hall.
"This might be the last concert of president Christoph. You'd better not miss it." Victor said to Lucien with a bitter smile, "If it weren't for the fact that Phyllis and Lot are not qualified, I would definitely invite them to the Psalm Hall. Lucien, you really don't know how to cherish this opportunity."
Lucien knew that Victor was being kind, so he had to reply jokingly, "Mr. Victor, don't you worry that I'll feel too much pressure after listening to president Christoph's perfect concert, which might lead to the failure of tomorrow's concert?"
"Since you said that, I don't think I need to worry about your mentality in the face of pressure." After getting along with Lucien for almost nine months, Victor had a better understanding of his personality. Under his quiet and reserved appearance, he actually had a good sense of humor. "Also, your Pathetique is much better than your previous sonatas in terms of style and style. It's approaching perfect maturity. As far as I'm concerned, this will be a revolutionary piece in the history of sonata development."
Worried about Lucien, Victor and Phyllis each asked for a copy after knowing that he had confirmed and registered the music score.
"However, many of the techniques you used in the two pieces are not in line with the previous standards, and it's very difficult to perform them. I've tried to play them once, and I found that it would take at least several months of practice before I could manage to play them fluently. So I'm worried that you might make mistakes …" Victor was still very worried and nervous. After all, Lucien was his proudest disciple.
Just as Lucien was about to reply, a young man in his twenties walked up the aisle. He had black hair and brown eyes. He looked ordinary, but he had a very good temperament.
"Good evening, Mr. Victor." The man stopped in front of Lucien and Victor and greeted them, "This is my classmate, Lucien Evans?"
Victor stood up with a smile and introduced him, "This is my former student, Markus. After his concert tour, he became Shakti's court music consultant. He just returned to Aalto a few days ago for a music festival." If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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