Today, Natasha was wearing a plain black dress. Her long purple hair was tied up and covered with a black veil, revealing her slender neck. She looked sad and solemn.
She passed by Franz, indifferent to everything, and went directly to the stairs.
"What happened?" Franz asked himself again worriedly as he looked around.
The few people in the hall, including Polly, who was in charge of reception, were all at a loss. They had no idea what had made the future archduchess, who was now the Violet Countess, so sad.
Was it because the Grand Duke was suddenly summoned by the Lord?
No, she should have immediately sent out the obituary notice to all the nobles, and then carried the coffin to the Golden Cathedral to be crowned by Grand Cardinal Sardes on behalf of the Pope. After the funeral, she should have gone to the Holy City to pay homage to the Pope. There was no way she would have the time to come to the Musicians' associations.
Was it because the northern heretics had broken through the fortress and were about to enter Aalto?
No, as the "real Knight", she should have been the first noble to lead the remaining Violet Knights to attack, not a coward hiding in the Musicians' associations to numb herself with music!
Which famous musician had passed away?
No, except for Christoph, who had taught Natasha before, no other musician was qualified enough for her to come to the association in such a solemn manner.
Wait!
Everyone seemed to have thought of something. The genius musician who had just finished a brilliant and seemingly unsurpassable concert had been secretly called the "Master" by everyone. Did something happen to him?
After the concert, Her Royal Highness sent a guard to announce that Mr. Lucien Evans had been seriously ill and fainted because of excitement. With Cardinal Gossett's help, he had successfully recovered, but he was still very weak and needed a long time to rest. However, since then, except for a few of Mr. Evans' friends who came to visit him, the rest of the people were blocked out of the villa. No one knew whether he was doing well or not.
In such a weak state, there were countless cases of people suddenly falling ill and dying within a few minutes before the priests and bishops could come to treat them!
If it was him, with the concert that had just ended, the shocking and touching symphony in D minor, "Ode to Joy", and all those great works, he was indeed qualified for the future Grand Duke to personally come to the association to announce the bad news.
More importantly, the close relationship between him and Princess Natasha had been widely acknowledged. Many people believed that he was the future Duke of Tilland. In the Duchy of Orvarit, if the successor was a woman, her husband would get the title of Duke of Tilland, which had no real power and could not be inherited. If it was him, then Princess Natasha's appearance and uncontrollable sadness would be perfectly normal!
"Oh my God, Mr. Evans is not even 21 yet …" Polly covered her mouth in shock and sadness. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. She tried to stop herself from letting her imagination run wild. "It's definitely not Mr. Evans. Oh my God, please don't let it be him …"
After returning from the concert, Polly had already regarded Mr. Evans as the angel in charge of music and joy, and she admired him the most.
The Aalto Weekly in Franz's hand slowly fell to the ground. After visiting Mr. Evans on the first morning and making sure that he was in a stable condition, Franz had been immersed in the passion of composing music. The inspiration inspired by Ode to Joy was echoing in his mind all the time. Therefore, in the following dozens of hours, Franz locked himself in the piano room and did not care about anything else.
Today, Franz left the piano room and came to the association not to collect the Aalto Weekly, but to find some information in the music library. After that, he planned to visit Mr. Evans and discuss his own ideas.
"No, no …" Franz's thin face was full of subconscious resistance. Then he followed Natasha and Camille upstairs. He wanted to hear the final answer from Her Royal Highness and make sure that the result was not what he was worried about.
… …
In Christoph's exclusive lounge.
Othello looked at the white-haired master helplessly, "Mr. President, haven't you written your music review yet? This issue of 'Music Review' and 'Symphony News' has been delayed for two days. " Although he had become the president, he was still used to calling Christoph as before.
Victor, who was next to him, glanced at the paper in front of Christoph.
Because of the "Return Concert" on June 1st, both Music Review and Symphony Herald were delayed to June 2nd, so that they could publish this possibly extraordinary concert and Lucien Evans's new work as soon as possible.
As a result, not only did the concert and the new work live up to expectations, but the response was also beyond imagination. Therefore, the two journals could not wait to publish it. The shocked and touched musicians all wrote their reviews passionately. In just one night, the number of qualified manuscripts exceeded the requirement of two issues, so the journals had to add supplements. However, during this process, the review by Master Christoph, which was supposed to be the "headline" article, was not submitted for two days, so the publication date was delayed day by day.
Christopher did not feel embarrassed at all. He smiled and said, "Because Ode to Joy has touched my heart. No matter if it's the value of the theme or the precision and innovation in the structure of the symphony, it has reached an unimaginable level. It made me want to use the most sincere and beautiful words to comment on it. That's why I'm still not satisfied even after revising it several times."
"Maybe it's better to write a comment without thinking first," Victor said philosophically as he urged Lucien to finish the manuscript.
Christoph nodded slightly, "Victor, you have a point. Can you help me check this article?"
As he said, he handed Victor a few pieces of paper covered with scribbled words.
Victor took it in his hand and read it softly, "This is an unimaginable masterpiece of art. It is the most precious treasure of all music-loving human beings. It is the pinnacle of the symphony palace and the most unparalleled work. I seem to have such a belief that for a long, long time, there will be no music comparable to it in the field of symphony. "
"This is not something to be regretted, but a memory that is worth being excited and happy, because we are in such a glorious moment, personally experiencing the indescribable beauty of music, and will be remembered in history together with it. Please let us leave our seats and pay the highest respect to Mr. Lucien Evans. This is his greatest creation … "
"He is already qualified to enter the temple of music and be compared to those shining masters. Moreover, compared to other masters, his spirit of never giving up and never giving in throughout all of his works, as well as the final emphasis of the 'Ode to Joy' on fighting against the darkness, and the joy, unity, and fraternity obtained through suffering are even more perfect examples of the perfect combination of music and thought. No matter how the times and music develop, his music is immortal, because the spirit is destined to be immortal! "
The following was an analysis of the structure and connotation of the symphony. After Othello heard it, his old-fashioned and serious face could not help but smile, "Mr. President, your evaluation is really too high. But I think it is very appropriate, because there has never been a symphony that can fascinate me so much. "
Before Christoph could answer, there was a slow but powerful knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Othello asked on behalf of Christoph.
A soldier's voice came in, "It's Her Royal Highness."
Othello hurried to stand up and went to the door with Christoph and Victor.
When the door was opened, they saw Natasha dressed as if she were attending a funeral. Sensing the sorrow and pain, they asked in surprise, "What happened to Her Royal Highness?"
Natasha slightly lowered her head and drew a cross in front of her chest. She said peacefully, "Lucien Evans was summoned by the Lord last night."
There seemed to be deep pain in the peacefulness.
"What?!" The three exclaimed at the same time. Victor could not accept it and stepped back quickly until Othello caught him subconsciously.
In the corridor, Franz's face became confused, as if he had lost his soul. Then, he was stopped by a soldier.
"Although I'm sorry and painful, I still have to tell you that Lucien Evans was killed by an evil sorcerer last night for a scheme that had little to do with him." Natasha stated "sorrowfully" according to the Church, but she soon realized that it was the real truth. The great musician Lucien Evans was indeed "killed" by an evil sorcerer.
Considering Natasha's identity and position, and her feelings for Lucien in everybody's eyes, everybody believed that she would not announce such a thing until she confirmed it repeatedly. Therefore, sadness spread on the corridor on this floor. Many musicians who heard the noise and came out to observe were even sobbing and cursing the damn sorcerer.
Victor's face was pale. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he could only make hoarse noises. Christoph's old face was full of sorrow and regret.
Othello patted Victor's shoulder and said, "Victor, don't be too sad. Evans had unparalleled talents and created the best music that could exist in the world at a young age. That was why the Lord summoned him to Mountain Paradise in advance and asked him to create better music that did not belong to the mortal world. Evans is favored by the Lord and will enjoy eternal joy. He is lucky and enviable. Therefore, we should bless him and not let our sorrow make him sad. He will be watching us from Mountain Paradise. "
"I hope so, but I'd rather be alone. Also, Her Royal Highness, can I take a look at Lucien's body? " Victor regained the ability to talk. Although he still looked sad, he was already able to adjust his situation after the pain of his wife's death.
Natasha shook her head and said, "The body has been destroyed by an evil sorcerer. There are only some, some …"
Even Ruling Sword, who was known to be strong, could not finish. It was not hard to imagine how miserable the body was. Therefore, the atmosphere was even more sorrowful.
"Her Royal Highness, what should we do next?" Seeing that Christoph's body was shaking, Othello hurried to help him sit down on the street. Then, he asked in sorrow and solemnity.
Natasha's face was still as stiff as before. "Next, publish an obituary in the newspapers and periodicals in the name of the Aalto Musicians' Association. Post an obituary at the gate of the association and in more than ten districts of Aalto. Tell all the people who love his music that there will be a farewell funeral in three days."
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