There are only a few days left.
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Lucien's low laughter did not attract the attention of others, because they had already begun to eagerly discuss the new piano sonata named Moonlight, composed by the famous musician Lucien Evans. The first movement of the sonata was quiet, melodious, and unusual. The noise was so loud that it drowned out all the other abnormalities.
"Mr. Wise, it seems that you like the first movement of Moonlight very much. Why don't we go to the piano room and practice?" Caspar felt that it was impolite to keep Wise in the hall, so he invited him upstairs.
Wise nodded and smiled, "Mr. Caspar, you are really good at understanding people's feelings. I want to practice this beautiful and soothing Moonlight."
With Wise's permission, the so-called musicians and musicians of Korsor's Musicians' Association immediately surrounded him and walked to the stairs.
Betty smiled at Lucien apologetically, "Mr. Evans, I want to go upstairs and listen to Mr. Wise play Moonlight, so I can't stay here with you. How about you don't write a letter first? Let's go upstairs and listen together. This is a rare opportunity! "
"Yes, Mr. Evans, let's go and listen to it together." Joanna and Simon held each other's hands and looked very excited.
Lucien shook his head and said, "For me, writing a letter is more important."
Joanna and Betty sighed at the same time. "That's really a pity." They began to think that Mr. Evans, as a Knight of a certain princess, must have seen a lot of excellent musicians. That was why he was so calm in front of Mr. Wise.
Seeing Simon's family quickly following Wise to the stairs, Mars also apologized to Lucien, "Mr. Evans, I mean the famous musician Lucien Evans's Moonlight is very suitable for my ears, so I want to go upstairs and listen to Mr. Wise's performance. Mr. Wise is better than all the musicians and musicians of Korsor in the art of piano playing. Mr. Evans, please write the letter and give it to Chris. I'll arrange the rest. "
"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Mars." Lucien didn't mind as he watched Mars leave. As there were no other tables or chairs in the hall, he stood by the counter, spread out the paper, and began to write with the ink.
Chris looked at the stairs in disappointment and sighed helplessly. "Why do I have to stay here? Oh, I missed Mr. Wise's private playing. "Then she fidgeted behind the counter.
Lucien turned a blind eye to her behavior and carefully wrote down his experiences in the past two months. He mainly focused on the scenery along the way, the customs of various countries, the monsters and robbers he encountered, and so on. He wrote for seven or eight pages before he stopped.
After sealing the letter, Lucien wrote the address of John's family on the front of the envelope. Then he put the envelope aside and continued to write the next letter.
As long as Lucien signed and stamped the front of the envelope, the Aalto Musicians' Association would deliver it to John's house. That was how musicians were treated. However, if Lucien did not sign or stamp the letter, the only place where the letter would go was the trash can.
The second letter was addressed to Natasha. Based on the first letter, Lucien added different folk music experiences in different places during his travels. Chris, who had nothing to do, couldn't help but frown. "This gentleman is really good at writing nonsense."
At the end of the letter, Lucien thought for a while and added with a smile, "Her Royal Highness, your birthday is coming soon. But I'm in another country, so I can only wish you a happy birthday in advance."
After sealing the letter, Lucien only wrote "To Natasha Orvarit" on the front. Since he did not need an address to send the letter to her, the Othello Council of the Musicians' Association was more than happy to take this opportunity to visit the Ratacia Palace.
Lucien continued to write the third letter. This letter was not addressed to his friends, who could see the first letter from John, but to President Christoph.
Seeing that Lucien was not going to stop writing, Chris's mouth was wide open. "How many letters are you going to write, Mr. Lucien?" Are you going to write to all your friends? I wonder if the Aalto Musicians' Association will reject it … "
After finishing several letters, Lucien was still writing. Chris, who was a bit curious, could not help but walk to the side and peep at the addresses of the two letters written by Lucien.
"No. 154, Purple Lily District, To John … I don't know." Chris first read the letter with more words, and then looked at the other one. "To Natasha Orvarit … To Natasha Orvarit?"
"Could it be that Natasha Orvarit?!"
Natasha's name often appeared on Music Criticism and Symphony News. Therefore, people in the Musicians' associations from other countries were familiar with her name. Also, Orvarit's family name was very special and very rare. Therefore, Chris immediately thought of Her Royal Highness.
"What's the relationship between this gentleman and Princess Orvarit and Violet Count?" Chris was very surprised and curious. She began to guess Lucien's identity. "Wait, Mr. Mars just called him Mr. Evans?! Mr. Lucien Evans?! "
There were a lot of people with the surname Evans. Chris had seen more than ten of them in Korsor, and Lucien was even more common. However, there was only one Mr. Evans that could be related to Princess Orvarit and Violet Count.
Chris's pink mouth was wide open, and she could not close it. Countless voices were screaming in her mind, "Is he really Mr. Lucien Evans?!" The musician that I like the most?! "
Moving her feet bit by bit, Chris slowly moved to Lucien, who was writing with his quill. She planned to peek at the content of the letter to make sure.
She moved carefully, and after three seconds, she stretched her neck and squinted her eyes to see if Lucien had noticed her. Her cautious, curious, and expectant look was very cute.
With Lucien's spiritual power and intuition, how could he not notice Chris's little trick? Amused, he thought that he would have to sign his name and stamp it later, so he did not stop her.
"Mr. Wise, you've played the first movement of Moonlight so fluently. You're really a musical genius." Caspar's loud praise came from the stairs.
Betty's sweet voice echoed, "Mr. Wise, you're not just good at playing, you're wonderful. The delicate and soft melody completely touched our hearts. "Betty did not know much about music, so she kept praising Lucien.
Wise smiled and said, "It's because Mr. Lucien Evans's music is so beautiful and moving that I can fully realize my potential. In fact, I've just started on the path of music and piano."
"You're already an excellent musician. Mr. Evans only wrote the first movement. Mr. Wise, why don't you try to compose the last two movements? Let's see if there's any difference between them and Mr. Evans's. " Caspar was a declining noble. His musical talent was limited, so he could only be a director in an ordinary city like Korsor. Therefore, he tried his best to flatter Wise, who was already famous in the capital. If he could get to know one or two great nobles through Wise, then there would be hope for him to regain his title.
Wise smiled gently and said, "Every piece of music has its own creative ideas. If I force myself to write it, it'll be difficult for it to match the first movement. Mr. Caspar, please don't mention it again."
"Mr. Wise, you're too modest," Caspar said. Then he led Wise to the hall and pointed outside. "I've prepared a villa for you, Mr. Wise. You can prepare for the concert without any worries."
"Your arrangement always suits me. Thank you, Mr. Caspar." Wise did not refuse. They walked to the gate.
At this time, Chris, who was no longer interested in Wise, finally moved to Lucien's side and peeked at what he was writing.
The complicated stave immediately dazzled Chris's eyes. She could not help but say in a slightly shrill voice, "Lucien, Mr. Lucien Evans!" She was so excited that she even stuttered a bit.
Chris was absolutely sure that this handsome man in front of her was the famous musician Lucien Evans. He was related to Princess Natasha, his surname was Evans, and he knew how to write music.
In the quiet hall, Chris's uncontrolled voice directly penetrated the air and went into the ears of Wise and the others.
They suddenly froze. Lucien Evans was not a rare name, but in the Musicians' Association, when Lucien Evans was mentioned, it would undoubtedly remind them of the famous musician, who was fanatically sought after by the nobles in every country.
Mars turned his head in confusion, "Chris, what are you talking about?"
Chris looked like she was about to jump up. She pointed at Lucien with her mouth and said, "He, he is Mr. Lucien Evans, Lucien Evans from Aalto!"
She seemed to be afraid that she would disturb Lucien, so she tried to lower her voice. However, in the exceptionally quiet atmosphere, her words were clearly heard.
"Are you saying that Mr. Evans is that Mr. Evans?!" Betty's expression was blank, and she asked in disbelief.
She said what everyone was guessing. Caspar, Wise, and the others all focused their eyes on the counter, on Chris and Lucien, who seemed to be obsessed with writing.
Is it really Mr. Lucien Evans?
In the completely different expressions of everyone, Chris nodded heavily and pouted her mouth, "Mr. Evans is writing music."
Whoosh. Betty rushed over and looked at the envelope in front of Lucien's calm eyes. Although she could not understand the complicated stave, she felt that it was very impressive. She covered her chest and asked excitedly, "Mr. Evans, are you really Mr. Evans?"
"Didn't I tell you that I'm Her Royal Highness's future Knight?" Lucien answered with a smile, and then he wrote the last few verses of music.
Hearing Lucien's affirmative answer, Betty and Chris almost fainted, while Joanna and Simon still felt like they were in a dream. They really could not connect the powerful Mr. Evans with the famous musician.
Wise's face turned pale. Although he was just used to being humble, he still felt a bit embarrassed when he thought that he had to perform in front of such a famous musician again and again.
Caspar left Wise and hurriedly ran to Lucien's side, "Mr. Evans, what do you need? Please tell me what you need! "Caspar was the target of many big nobles' heated discussions.
"Wait, please register my music score," said Lucien. He had already made up his mind before, in case someone opened his letter.
"Of course!" Caspar was very flattering.
Mars also came over and smiled warmly, "I was too ignorant to talk about music in front of you, Mr. Evans. Are you writing the second and third movements of Moonlight? "He saw the familiar melody on the first page of the letter.
"I'm just making a record of what I've already written." Lucien finished writing the music score and wrote at the end, "Mr. Christoph, please arrange for the July issue of Music Criticism to be published on July 30th."
Seeing that Lucien had finished writing, Caspar hurriedly said, "I'll ask someone to register it right away. By the way, Mr. Evans, can I invite you to hold a concert in Korsor? "
"I still have something to do, so I have to leave now." Lucien planned to leave Korsor on the surface and come back to attend the Feast of Death secretly. (To be continued.) 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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