"Thank you in advance. Thanks to everyone's guidance, my laptop was finally saved after I cleaned the dust and smeared silicone grease on it last night."
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On the city square and several streets nearby, people were running around like a surging tide at night. Some of them were clapping crazily with tears in their eyes, and some were shouting Lucien Evans' name in excitement. Especially those who were standing close to the crystal wall that gradually disappeared after the music stopped, they were shouting loudly again and again with tears all over their faces, "Lucien Evans, Lucien Evans, Lucien Evans!"
"Lucien Evans!"
Never before had any music touched their hearts like this. It contained all that they could experience in life, unbearable hardships, glorious triumphs, and true joys. It also contained music and sincere praise which they loved from the bottom of their hearts. Therefore, when Fabbrini sang the beginning of the Ode to Joy, they trembled uncontrollably from soul to body.
This feeling lingered for a long time after the symphony ended. Therefore, even though they could no longer see the Psalm Hall and the master who brought this unparalleled music from the side of God to the world, they still could not help but express their admiration, respect, and love.
Behind the crazy scene, in the Psalm Hall, a small number of nobles, pastors, and bishops who were still sane watched Lucien Evans, who was wearing a black tuxedo, slowly fall to the ground like a fallen angel. This scene was engraved in their eyes and memory.
Then, as if a silver-purple lightning flashed across the sky, Natasha, who was wearing a purple evening dress, suddenly appeared on the stage. Before Lucien really fell to the ground, she hugged him and flew back to the VIP box, leaving the nobles around the stage dumbfounded.
Natasha's reaction was faster than anyone else's. When everyone realized what had just happened, she added a lot of ambiguous conjectures.
"Bishop Gossett, please treat Lucien!" Natasha kept her usual calmness, but there was still anxiety in her tone and in her eyes. Her fair and slender right hand clasped Lucien's right hand tightly, and she did not want to let go.
Gossett drew a cross in front of his chest solemnly, "Only the most devout believers of God can create such a sacred symphony. So, Her Royal Highness, don't worry. God will not let Mr. Evans die, and I'll try my best to treat him."
Victor anxiously wanted to check on Lucien's condition, but Natasha was like a mother protecting her child and a Knight protecting her lord. She held Lucien in her arms and refused to let go of his hand. Victor could do nothing but watch the Saint Truth Badge in Gossett's hand glowing with a layer of milky white light, which covered Lucien's body.
Through her clenched hands, Natasha secretly instilled her power as a radiant knight into Lucien's body, suppressing and covering up the anomaly in his soul.
As for Gossett, since Lucien was not dying yet, he only used the regular divine power to examine Lucien's body, instead of using all his power to examine Lucien's body.
After a few seconds, under everyone's worried gaze, Gossett smiled, "Mr. Evans fainted because he was too excited. It's nothing serious. Of course, if he doesn't receive treatment, he'll die in a week or two even though he has the power of a Knight. But now, I think there's no problem. God will bless him. "
The divine power of healing was not omnipotent. At least, in the Church's view, healing was based on stimulating the life force of a person. If a person's life force was drained away due to long-term illness, when there was not much of it left, the Church would have to announce that the person was on the verge of death and was about to be summoned by God. No divine power of healing would be able to save the person, unless it was the Resurrection Spell cast by the God of Truth.
Gossett did not say that Lucien Evans was a level two Knight. However, considering the relationship between him and Natasha, Gossett was not surprised.
"But why is Lucien sick? As a young knight, it is impossible for him to get sick unless it is a severe plague or his body is in a very bad condition. "After hearing that it was not too serious, Natasha asked calmly.
In fact, she knew that it was the fourth-circle spell, Pestilence, that Lucien had cast on her a few weeks ago.
After casting Disease on himself, Lucien did not try to cure the disease. Instead, he relied on the self-healing ability of a level two knight to resist the disease. After many days, the disease gradually developed from a magic disease to a natural disease, so that no one would be able to find any clues.
After a few seconds of silence, Gossett answered, "Maybe it's because Mr. Evans's internal injuries were not treated in time."
"I see. Please treat Lucien as soon as possible, Cardinal Gossett." Natasha knew what was going on, so she did not dwell on the reason. The most important thing right now was to treat Lucien.
Gossett reached out his hands and released the pure light of holiness. When the light shone on Lucien's body, Lucien could clearly see that there were countless small "bugs" rising from Lucien's body.
The level three divine spell, Disease Removal, was neither powerful nor senior-rank, but it was very effective in treating Lucien's illness.
Natasha, who was still suppressing and covering the abnormality of Lucien's soul, saw that the small "bugs" slowly turned into white smoke and disappeared in the pure light, and there was a hint of relief and joy on her face.
Looking at his daughter's face and their right hands that were tightly interlocked, Grand Duke of Orvarit had mixed feelings. Every father who loved his daughter would feel sad and angry when his daughter was about to be abducted by a bastard, but at the same time, he was happy that his daughter was finally back to normal and he no longer had to worry about her bloodline being cut off.
Seeing the complicated expression on the Grand Duke's face, Count Rafati smiled and said in a low voice, "A Knight is still a Knight. At least he has awakened his Blessing, which is much better than finding an ordinary person."
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit once told Rafati and Count Rafati that no matter whether his daughter had awakened his Blessing or not, no matter whether he was a noble or not, and no matter whether he could really bring Natasha back to the right path, as long as his daughter could get married and have children, he would turn a blind eye to it.
"Yes …" The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit let out a long sigh.
After casting Disease Removal, Gossett cast another level four divine spell, Restoration. Then everyone saw that Lucien slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Victor said with concern, "Lucien, you're not taking care of yourself. You're so sick, but you're still composing music, holding concerts, and conducting concerts! Is it really necessary? With your current status, can't you postpone the concert until you're better? Will people forget about it? "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor." Lucien was a bit touched by Victor's question, "I'm sorry. But as you know, once you have inspiration and passion, you can't stop. Well, I'll take a good rest. "
Gossett slightly nodded, "Mr. Evans, your illness and injuries have been cured, but you've consumed too much of your life force. You'll need a long time to recover."
"Haha, Lucien, what happened just now almost made my heart stop beating. But it's worth it to hear Ode to Joy." Seeing that Lucien was fine, Christopher said in a relaxed tone, half joking and half relaxed.
Natasha let out a sigh and then said to Gossett seriously, "Bishop Gossett, I'll take Lucien back first, and then I'll talk to you about his injuries."
"Natasha, remember to tell Franz, Fabbrini, and everyone else that I'm fine. Don't let them worry about me." Lucien turned around and said to Natasha.
Natasha nodded, "Don't worry. I'll tell the guards to announce it. The most important thing for you is to take a good rest."
Seeing that Lucien was still leaning in Natasha's arms without any resistance, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, Christoph, Victor, and other people in the VIP box all had a weird and ambiguous look on their faces.
It was not until Natasha flew away with Lucien in her arms that they finally realized what was going on. They all secretly looked at the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, which made the Grand Duke even more depressed.
…
In the air, Natasha said proudly, "Lucien, after you 'die', my father won't force me to get married for a long time."
Then, she said in a sorrowful tone, "He will understand the pain of losing two 'lovers' in a row. He will understand the blow I have suffered because of this …"
"Natasha, you're really good at acting." Lucien praised from the bottom of his heart.
Natasha grinned, "Of course, it's great! I also like to watch operas! "
"But when you proposed to use 'death' in exchange for the Church's tacit understanding after they found out, did you have this idea? Did you want to use me to get rid of the grand duke's pressure on you?" Lucien chuckled.
Natasha forced a smile, "Of course not! Of course not! I just thought of it! "
"It's okay. We're good friends. Natasha, just admit it. I won't be mad." Lucien raised his eyebrows like Natasha.
Natasha looked around, "Well, I need to send you home as soon as possible so that I can put more pressure on Gossett, so that you can carry out the next step of your plan."
Camille flew next to them and looked at them expressionlessly.
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In the Psalm Hall, knowing that Lucien Evans only fainted because of the excitement, the nobles were all relieved. Then they slowly left the hall, still feeling excited.
What they did not know was that the scene where Lucien slowly fell down in the crazy and passionate scene was their last impression of this great musician.
When Christoph, Victor, and Othello walked out of the Psalm Hall, they saw that the streets were still crowded with people. Hearing their loud cheers, Christoph said with mixed feelings, "I've never seen such a crazy scene before. Maybe I won't be able to see it again before I die."
"Yes, but the 'Ode to Joy' deserves it." Othello, who had no resistance to sacred music, said seriously, "In my opinion, this is the best work of symphony so far. It's unparalleled!"
Even if Master Christoph was right next to him, he would still say so.
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