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Purple Lily District, in a nice civilian house.
Ryan walked to the dining table and found a stack of newspapers on the right side of his plate. He immediately asked his wife who was busy preparing, "Didn't the Aalto Weekly just come out yesterday? Why is it here again today? "
As a manager of a company, he needed to know the situation of Aalto in order to correspond to the purchase and sales of different goods. Therefore, he subscribed to the comprehensive Aalto Weekly.
After his wife, Elena, comforted his son, sat down, she walked to the kitchen and answered quickly, "It's said to be a supplement. But I don't know the words, so I don't understand what it says. "
After that, she hummed the lyrics of "The Angel of Joy is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth." The atmosphere in the dining room and kitchen immediately became cheerful, making people feel good.
After humming along with his wife's singing, Ryan sat down majestically in front of his son and picked up the "supplement" of the Aalto Weekly.
Although he wasn't the smartest or sharpest among his batch of apprentices, he was the most diligent and hardworking. Through his unwillingness to admit defeat and perseverance, he broke away from the life of a poor commoner step by step. He learned how to read and learned a lot of knowledge related to business. Slowly, he was promoted to his current position as a manager. He had a happy family and a relatively comfortable living situation.
Therefore, when he first heard the Symphony of Fate, he felt that it was his own heart. It was his indescribable spirit that resonated strongly with the music. Even his family was madly in love with Lucien Evans's music.
When the Aalto Weekly opened, Ryan saw a dark and solemn word on the front page:
"Obituary."
Ryan felt his scalp tingling. He thought to himself, "Which big shot has been summoned by the Lord?" This would cause a great fluctuation in the sales or prices of many goods.
His gaze quickly moved down, only to see rows of dark black words that seemed to carry a heavy and oppressive feeling.
"Mr. Lucien Evans, the immortal master of music, the great pianist, the conductor, the pioneer and the innovator of a musical era, the leader of the development trend and structure of symphony music, the Lord's favorite musical genius, Mr. Lucien Evans, came to His Majesty with his unparalleled works in the early morning of June 4th," said Lucien Evans in a low voice.
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Reading this paragraph, Ryan's mind buzzed. He couldn't associate Mr. Lucien Evans with the report. "Lord, he's so young and so talented. He can lead Aalto's music industry for decades to come!"
His slightly blurry vision moved downwards. The rows of words were like sharp arrows that pierced his soul.
"… Mr. Evans's life from the slums to a great musician is a life of never giving in, never giving up, a life of fighting, a life of glory!"
"… Let us offer our deepest condolences and bless the Lord's favorite to continue singing and praising the Lord for us in Mountain Paradise."
Elena walked out with breakfast. Seeing Ryan's confused and sorrowful face and his red eyes, she was so shocked that she almost knocked the food to the ground. "My dear, what's wrong? Why are you crying? "
"I … am crying?" Ryan asked in confusion and sluggishness. He felt that his eyes were swollen, and everything in his sight was blurred.
After a ticking sound, he saw a drop of tear fall on the open newspaper. Then, it quickly spread out and blurred the eulogies of the musicians and nobles.
"I can't believe that this is the truth. His passing is an irreparable loss for the entire music industry!" — Christoph.
"Perhaps it was because his works were too excellent and his soul was too pure that he was favored by the Lord in advance." — Othello.
"He brought us the spirit of never giving up and joy, but he left without taking anything away. I don't want to cry, but I can't help it." — Phyllis.
"He has ascended to Mountain Paradise, leaving us with a peak that is beyond the reach of symphony. The 'wealth' he gave us, regardless of whether we are rich or poor. As long as we are grateful and unyielding, we can get the most valuable things in our lives. If I die one day, I hope that I can be buried near such a great man. "— Franz.
Looking at the small drop of water, Ryan said to himself subconsciously, "I'm really crying …"
… …
Next to the city gate of Aderon leading to the market area, there were many people. Some of them were sobbing alone, and some were silent and sad.
Many girls were hugging each other and crying, looking sad.
Betty, Joanna, and Simone saw the strange and solemn scene after they came out of the Copper Crown Tavern. At the same time, they found a notice on the city wall.
Although they were illiterate, the words that were as dark as the bottom of a coffin made them understand that it was an obituary.
"Which big shot's death has made the poor so sad?" Betty did not think that the death of a big noble, a big lord, or a cardinal could make the poor of Aderon cry, unless Copperfield was involved.
Driven by her strong curiosity, Betty asked the two guards who were obviously sad, "My lords, what's the content of this obituary?"
Most of the poor people in Aderon were illiterate, so the two soldiers were not surprised by Betty's question. "It's Mr. Lucien Evans, the pride of Aderon, no, Aalto," one of the soldiers said in a kind but serious tone, "He's been summoned by the Lord, because he's seriously ill."
Apart from revealing to Lucien's friends, nobles, and Musicians' associations that he was killed by the evil sorcerer Professor, the Church also asked Natasha to announce to the public that Lucien died of a serious illness, just like the previous cases of Argent Horn.
This was because a famous musician who had just won a great success and was loved by most of the people of Aalto was killed by an evil sorcerer in the City of Psalm, which would make the believers of Aalto doubt the Church's ability. They would doubt whether the Church could protect them from evil as they claimed.
If it were not for Natasha's insistence, the Church would have asked Natasha to hide the truth from Chorre and the others.
Betty was stunned, as if her soul had flown out of her body. She was in a daze.
"Betty, what's wrong?" Joanna asked with concern.
Betty burst into tears. She hugged her sister's shoulder and sobbed loudly, "Evans, Mr. Evans, sob, sob, he died of illness …"
Although she had been practicing for three years, Betty was still under twenty years old, and she was still a very sensitive girl.
Joanna could not believe what she had just heard. The calm, wise, decisive Knight had died of a serious illness?
However, the soldiers of Aalto would never joke about this kind of thing, so Joanna patted Betty's shoulder and said, "Don't cry. Mr. Evans was summoned to Mountain Paradise in advance, because his work was so outstanding. You have to work hard and live up to Mr. Evans's expectation. Try to become a powerful Knight. "
"Okay." Betty nodded sadly.
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John rode his dragon scale horse and slowly entered the city gate of Aalto, which was facing the Melzer Black Forest.
Aalto was the last big city before entering the Dark Mountain Range, so it was not too far away from the fortress in the Dark Mountain Range. Riding a dragon scale horse, it would only take one day to get there.
Therefore, when John learned from his family that his best friend, who had been away from home for three years, had returned to Aalto, he applied for a ten-day vacation every year. He wanted to come back to visit his old friend and spend some time with his family.
However, the fortress in the Dark Mountain Range was strictly managed, and Natasha and Lucien were worried that John, who was an official Knight, would notice something wrong in the villa. Therefore, the application was delayed until the third day after the concert.
John was wearing the silver full body armor of the Violet Knight Regiment and a purple cloak. His blond hair was shining, and his eyes were bright. There was a hint of joy in his calm expression.
Although he would occasionally receive letters from Her Royal Highness, it was nothing compared to the joy of seeing his best friend again after such a long time. He also heard that his best friend's concert was an unprecedented success. The song "Ode to Joy", which seemed to be praising the Lord, praising joy, and praising unity. Therefore, he could not wait to see his best friend again. If it were not for the civilians on the street, he would have already galloped back home.
As he walked, John gradually realized that something was wrong. The street was full of sad people, and his sharp hearing kept hearing the name of Lucien Evans.
A bad premonition arose in his heart. Hardedef's expression turned solemn as he ordered his attendant to find out what had happened.
John heard the question and answer between the servant and the passers-by clearly:
"Master Evans is summoned by the Lord …"
Crack! The whip in John's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
… …
On this day, it was recorded in the Aalto Weekly, "It seems that a huge cloud of sorrow has covered the whole of Aalto, and people's faces lost their joy. They could not believe that the angel in charge of music would leave this world at such a young age."
"This is the sorrow of a city."
… …
Three days later, in Lucien's old house in Aderon District.
Pulled by four bulls, a black hearse slowly started to move. It would follow the trajectory of Lucien Evans' life from Aderon District to Gesu District, then to the Administrative District, and finally to the Noble District, where it would enter the Golden Cathedral and start the official funeral.
John was wearing a black Knight's suit, walking in the front on the right of the hearse with a serious expression. Behind him were Chorre, Alisa, Elwyn, Elena, and other relatives and friends of Lucien. On the right of the hearse were Victor, Othello, Phyllis, and other teachers, classmates, and colleagues of Lucien.
Christopher and Natasha, on the other hand, were both waiting in the Golden Cathedral because of Christopher's age and Natasha's identity and lack of a formal relationship.
The hearse was moving slowly, solemnly, and quietly. Only the sound of weeping could be heard.
Influenced by the atmosphere and driven by the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for the past few days, a poor man spontaneously walked to the back and joined the procession.
With an example, the citizens quietly walked out of the street and followed behind the hearse, escorting Lucien Evans on his last journey.
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