"Last night's incident caused such a big commotion? The Church actually used this kind of carpet inspection? No, it should be because I've been in contact with witches before, so I'm on the list of suspects. But I'm not among the first batch of suspects. Otherwise, why did it take them until this afternoon to find me? " Lucien did not panic. He calmly thought and calmly made up an excuse: "Last night, in order to finish the last part of the music, I slept very late and seemed to have overdrawn my energy. So in the morning, I was very tired and thought I was sick. But by noon, I had completely recovered, so it should be just an overuse of energy."
How could Lucien let the Church check his physical condition?
Corella continued to ask: "Can anyone prove what kind of illness it is? If not, please come back with me to the Church for a check-up. "
"I just said, it's just because I'm tired from composing the music, not because I'm sick." Lucien still answered calmly.
At this time, Victor stepped forward and said: "Mr. Guard, I can prove that my student Lucien was composing the music last night and caused him to be tired in the morning because he wrote an outstanding and great work. Every time I finish a satisfactory work, I often feel a kind of exhaustion from the bottom of my heart. "
Corella looked at Victor: "And you are?"
"He's the musician Mr. Victor, Lucien's teacher." Elena was a little frightened and introduced him. At the same time, she looked at Lucien very strangely. "Him? Compose the music? "
"And he received such high praise from Mr. Victor! Did Mr. Victor say that to deal with the Church's guards? "
Corella took out a quill and wrote something in a black book: "Mr. Victor, you are Lucien's teacher, so your testimony will not be fully accepted. Are there any other witnesses? If not, I'll have to trouble you, Lucien, to come back with me to the Church, not to be interrogated by the inquisition, but to check your physical condition. "
Lucien looked very calm on the outside, but his mind was thinking about how to shirk the responsibility, so the scene became quiet.
"I can attest that he has really completed an excellent piece of music, one that fights against evil and struggles against difficulties. I believe that he must have burned his soul and all his passion when he composed the music."
"I am Baron Othello, a director of the Musicians' Association."
Othello heard the commotion in his office and came out to testify for Lucien. On one hand, even though he hated that kind of music, he was certain of Lucien's musical talent and the hard work he had put in. What he said just now couldn't be false. If he didn't even feel tired after finishing the piece, Othello would have suspected Lucien. On the other hand, Othello didn't want to disrupt Victor's concert, which he had been looking forward to. Furthermore, he still had to maintain the dignity of the Musicians' associations.
Corella slightly nodded and wrote another line on the notebook, "Baron, with your testimony, I think I can leave now."
In fact, Corella himself would never believe that Lucien was the wanted "professor". According to the information provided by the inquisition, when Lucien was interrogated three months ago, he was still an ordinary person, while the mysterious "professor" was a powerful sorcerer at least of the third circle. It was absolutely impossible for him to grow to such a level in only three months, even if he sold his soul to the devil!
That was the conclusion of the inquisition and the bishop. Therefore, in the first round of investigation in the morning, Lucien was not included in the list. In the afternoon, when Corella found that Lucien was a very small suspect, he decided to take him back and let him suffer a little. This was to cut off the hope of the Knight Gary.
Now that he had the testimony of a baron, Corella would not force him. After all, if he offended a noble, it would be very troublesome for him, who had not yet become a member of the Knights Templars.
Seeing Corella turned around and left, Lucien was finally relieved. As long as he was checked, he would be found to be injured, not sick or tired. Fortunately, he had the testimony of Baron Othello and Mr. Victor. This was the biggest reward he had gained from the Symphony of Fate.
"Go and prepare the music and practice. I'm very strict." Othello nodded and went back to his office. The door was closed behind him.
Elena stared at Lucien with her beautiful green eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger. "Did I hear wrongly? Did Mr. Othello also say that Lucien wrote an excellent work?"
She did not dare to ask Lucien directly because of Victor's presence, but her curiosity was like a rabbit jumping in her heart. She did not want to leave and go back to the hall on the first floor.
Because of Corella's arrival, the whole third floor was alarmed. Wolfe saw Victor standing in front of Mr. Othello's door from afar. He walked over in confusion. "What happened just now? Victor, why are you here? "
"I don't know. Anyway, it's fine." Victor shook his head. "I'm here to ask Mr. Othello to change the song."
After that, they would practice here every day. Even if they did not allow others to listen, the band members would not keep it a secret. Therefore, Victor said it directly.
Woolf's expression turned ugly. "You combined your own melody and inspiration to write a new piece of music?" It was impossible for a musician like him to believe that Victor would suddenly have inspiration and write a new song in a few hours. This kind of thing required at least one or two months of preparation. Therefore, he thought that Victor suddenly had inspiration and combined his previous accumulation with preparation. "Did Mr. Othello agree? Didn't he already tell Her Royal Highness the song? "
A series of questions completely exposed Wolfe's eagerness and unwillingness.
"Mr. Othello has agreed. As long as the band's performance meets the requirements, he will be responsible for telling Her Royal Highness about the change of song." Victor was not kind enough to tolerate Wolfe, who was full of malice toward him. With a smile, he told Wolfe the truth that he did not want to hear the most.
Wolfe shook his head and his voice became slightly shrill. "That's impossible. How can Mr. Othello agree to such a ridiculous request? Based on the song you put together at the last minute?"
Victor said seriously, "Wolfe, I'm sorry, but Mr. Othello has agreed. You can protest to him, although I don't know what position and reason you will use. Yes, and this new work is not mine. It's my student Lucien's. You think that he will never be a musician. On the contrary, his poor life gave him the inspiration and motivation to compose, which allowed him to write such a moving piece of music. "
Wolfe laughed out loud and pointed at Lucien next to him. "Him? Victor, tell me, a poor person who has studied music for less than three months can write an excellent song that can be performed in the Psalm Hall? Are you crazy, or do you think I'm a fool? Hahaha, if he can write it in such a short time, then I will fulfill my promise and only write music criticism from now on. If not, then Victor, you have to apologize to me for your lies. "
"Wolfe, before you brag, you'd better confirm it first. When the concert starts, you will be able to hear it. And by then, Mr. Joseph will put the score in the library for you to read." This kind of song that had not been officially performed would not be sent to the library immediately after it was registered.
Seeing Victor's serious and serious expression, Wolfe's laughter suddenly stopped. He then glanced at Lucien next to him. "I think you're really crazy. You want to use a song written by a beginner to perform in the Psalm Hall? You'll lose all your reputation and status, Victor!"
Wolfe did not want to admit defeat. Before he turned around and left, he said to Lucien, "As long as you are recognized as an excellent musician, as long as your song is unanimously praised, I will fulfill my promise."
Watching Wolfe's back disappear around the corner, Victor could not help but laugh. "Arrogance breeds prejudice, prejudice makes people stupid, and stupidity often leads to bitterness. If Wolfe was a little smarter, he would have checked with Mr. Othello and Mr. Joseph first, and then he would not have said such a thing. We have no obligation to stop him from being punished. Well, Lucien, if you are tired, go back and rest for a day. Tomorrow, you will come to help me arrange the song and help the band practice before the concert. As for the library, I will discuss it with Mr. Hank. "
Lucien's injury was not fully recovered, and he indeed needed rest and recovery. Therefore, he went back to the lounge to get an umbrella and went to the hall on the first floor with Elena.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lucien was a little uncomfortable under Elena's curious, surprised, and puzzled gaze.
Elena looked at Lucien as if it was the first time she saw him. When they were about to reach the first floor, she said, "I don't think you are the Lucien I know. Although when you taught me about music, I knew that you made rapid progress in music, but to be able to compose a song that was praised by Mr. Victor and Mr. Othello is really something I can't imagine. Before I heard it just now, even in my dreams, I have never dreamed of such a thing. "
Lucien spread out his hands. "I don't know why I can write so fast after I have inspiration. Maybe it is because the inspiration came from my inner feelings, from my experiences in the past ten years."
Elena was still ignorant about the cycle of music composition. After hearing Lucien's words, she smiled and said, "Maybe you are a real musical genius, Lucien. I have believed in you from the beginning. Don't forget me when you become a great musician. "
"Of course not." Lucien went to the first floor, said goodbye to Elena, and walked out of the door.
Elena stood there and watched Lucien's back disappear. After a long time, she walked to Kathy and said to herself, "What kind of person is he …"
… …
Wearing a neat suit, Lucien went back to Aderon. After being teased by Chorre that "little Evans has become a gentleman", Lucien ate a piece of black bread and fell asleep on his bed. He did not wake up until nine o 'clock in the evening. His spiritual exhaustion was completely recovered, and his wounds were almost healed under the effect of the Storm potion.
Looking at the entrance of the basement, Lucien held back the idea of using the evil creature's blood to summon the undead to get the Specter Powder. He decided to wait until everything calmed down. Then, Lucien took out another tube of Storm potion from a secret place in his room and drank it to heal his wounds.
Feeling that every drop of the potion was burning, Lucien's potential was overdrawn again. His spiritual power was even better than before. Therefore, Lucien started to meditate and use the astral power to refine his spiritual power. He planned to become an official apprentice in this way.
At this stage, not only would he be able to cast one more apprentice-level spell in a row, but he would also be able to recover his spiritual power faster and be more resistant to spiritual spells.
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