The night sky was dark and deep, dotted with countless stars. Lucien once again used the star power during meditation to refine his spiritual power and soul.
Among all the star power, the star power from his Host Star of Destiny was the clearest and the easiest to control.
Little by little, his spiritual power was stained with the pure starlight and spread to his soul, making it seem as if his soul was emitting a faint layer of light.
This layer of light slowly merged with his soul, and Lucien could only feel that his soul was growing stronger at an obvious speed.
Before becoming a senior-rank apprentice, one's spiritual power and soul would be greatly improved. Therefore, it only took the witch only one year to become a senior-rank apprentice. Lucien was not slower than her in this regard.
Under the effect of the Tempest Potion, Lucien's spiritual power was stronger than usual, so he could control more star power and use more star power to refine his body. Soon, Lucien's soul felt full.
But in this feeling, there was also a kind of expanding power, which made Lucien see the opportunity and did not stop meditating.
His soul seemed to be expanding and contracting, compressing and fusing the star power with his body. Finally, for the first time, Lucien felt that his soul seemed to be thick and solid.
When he finished meditating, the illusion disappeared, but Lucien felt that his mind was clearer than ever. He understood that he had finally become an official apprentice, and his soul had a little mutation that others could not detect. In the future, he could effectively weaken the mind control, confuse the mind, and suppress the will of attacks. His recovery speed was almost twice as fast as before, and his spiritual power became a little clearer than before.
"But this kind of breakthrough is really harmful to the body. Even if I keep practicing, if I can't become an official magician in the future and use magic to prolong my life, I'm afraid that I won't be able to live to sixty years old." The Tempest Potion's effect of overdrawing his potential disappeared, making Lucien feel deeply tired and weak. After checking his body's condition, he fell into a deep sleep again.
After becoming an official apprentice, Lucien's spiritual power would usher in a period of rapid growth, until the small obstacle of becoming a senior apprentice.
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In the next few days, with the help of Lucien, the "original author", Victor successfully perfected the melody and details, and adapted it into a symphonic piece. Then, through repeated practice, and with the help of the excellent performer Rhein, the band finally played the piece skillfully when Othello came to listen.
After listening to the Symphony of Fate, Othello stood up in the empty recital hall and applauded for a long time. "Before, I could not accurately judge the value of this piece of music just by the melody, but now I'm relieved. This is definitely a piece of music that can cause a sensation. Again, Victor, you have a good student."
"Also, Lucien, you are indeed an unimaginable genius, but geniuses will always be criticized, especially when you can't even play the piano skillfully. If you can't maintain the rhythm of writing an outstanding work every one or two years, you'll have to be prepared for an overwhelming amount of questioning and criticism. "
"It's not a good thing for you to be famous too early."
Othello still felt that it was a pity that Lucien did not put his musical talent into the serious religious theme, so he shook his head and turned around to leave.
Seeing Othello's back disappearing in the recital hall, Victor said to Lucien with a bit of guilt, "The other day, when I was hit by this piece of music, I was too excited and too impulsive. Although no one will suspect you of plagiarism, and although geniuses don't need a reason, I didn't think that being famous too early would bring you pressure."
"It's okay, Mr. Victor. I have a strong heart. Pressure will only give me motivation." Although Lucien himself did not want to be famous too early, since he had already reached this point, he might as well make good use of his fame. At least, he could start to get in touch with the upper class, and there would be no need to buy Moonlight Rose powder. Maybe he could even earn Quintal with this fame, which could help him to further his magic studies.
Victor nodded, "I believe in your determination when facing difficulties and pressure, but in the next year, I'll try my best to help you avoid other things so that you can focus on mastering the piano. Otherwise, a genius musician who can't even play a musical instrument well will be strongly questioned."
After that, Victor continued, "Two days later, you and Lot will follow me backstage in the Psalm Hall. Also, as the composer of this piece of music, if you want, you can invite some of your friends to the concert, but the number can't be too many. Keep the number below five."
Although the Psalm Hall was only for the upper class, and the entrance fee was equal to one Quintal of a commoner's savings for one to two years, but there would be certain seats reserved for musicians, conductors, performers and their relatives.
"Really? That's great! " Thinking of Uncle Chorre's wish, Lucien was very happy. He did not know when he would leave the City of Psalm and whether he would have the chance to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall.
Although Lucien did not feel sorry, if he could fulfill Chorre's wish, of course Lucien would be very happy. "Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, John, Elwyn and Elena. Five people."
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In Alisa's small living room, Lucien brought up the matter during dinner, "Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, Elwyn, my teacher Mr. Victor is going to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall on Saturday night, so I can invite some of my friends. Do you want to go?"
"The Psalm Hall? Really? " Aunt Alisa asked excitedly. Listening to a concert in the Psalm Hall was every Aalto citizen's dream. However, due to the high price of the tickets and the implicit discrimination, poor people like Alisa and most of the civilians could not enter the Psalm Hall.
Seeing that Lucien nodded, Chorre was both happy and confused, "Aren't only the musician's relatives and friends invited?"
"Maybe the musician's student's friends are also okay …" Alisa was trying to find an excuse for Lucien, while Elwyn's eyes were shining, "A concert in the Psalm Hall? I must be the most envied kid in the Aderon district. "
Lucien knew that every guest who attended the concert would be given a list with the name of the piece, the composer, and so on, so he answered honestly, "I helped Mr. Victor finish a piece of work, so I'm qualified to invite my friends."
"You? Helped Mr. Victor finish a piece of work? " As a bard, Chorre knew better than Alisa and Elwyn how difficult it was to create a piece of music. The wooden fork in his hand suddenly fell on the table, "Little Evans, really?"
He was going to say, "Little Evans, it's not a good habit to lie." However, considering Lucien's behavior, he did not seem like someone who would lie about something like this. Therefore, he just asked a simple question.
Lucien did not explain, but smiled, "Uncle Chorre, you'll know when the time comes."
Chorre shook his head and smiled, "Little Evans, you've grown up and have your own secrets. Although I still can't believe it, maybe our little Evans is really a musical genius. We have to rent some dresses and wait for the concert to start, for the performance of your music. I'm sure you won't let me down. "Chorre soon recovered from his surprise and looked forward to the concert with a dubious attitude.
Alisa's face became rosy, as if she was several years younger. Then she said worriedly, "We'll tell John, but we don't know if he can come. It'll be a pity if he misses your first piece of music."
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Elena, who had already accepted Lucien's invitation, was very happy. She nodded without hesitation. For her, who wanted to develop her career in music, the concert in the Psalm Hall was more important, and it showed that Lucien really treated her as a friend.
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Saturday, eight o 'clock in the evening. Outside the Psalm Hall, carriages pulled by mighty and strong Dragon Scale Horses slowly approached.
Some of the carriages were luxurious, some were low-key, some were exquisite, and some were grand. However, all the carriages were engraved with the family's emblem. Many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies got off the carriages and took the music list from the waiters. Then they walked into the Psalm Hall under the guidance of the waiters.
"Lord Count, I didn't expect you to come back to Aalto from your territory." A middle-aged man bowed to a red-haired man. The other nobles around him were also very respectful to this man, because he was Count Hayne, the head of House Hayne, one of the most powerful families in Aalto. He was also Phyllis's uncle.
Hayne Count smiled, "This is the concert of my niece's teacher, and a lot of things have happened in Aalto recently. Of course, us old guys have to come back to serve His Majesty, the Grand Duke." He was a level-three grand knight with the Blessing of Fire. Although he was already in his fifties, he did not look old at all. Also, his son, Harrington, who was thirty-two years old, had just become a level-six radiant knight and consolidated the position of the family.
"Lord Count, you're really a loyal Knight." The other nobles all praised.
Count Hayne took over the list and looked at it casually. "Lucienn Evans?" he asked curiously, "Lucienn Evans? How come I didn't know that Victor had a student who could already compose music? "
Yvette, a noble lady, also wondered, "Phyllis has been helping her teacher prepare for the concert. I haven't seen her much, but when I went to the manor a few months ago, she didn't mention this Lucien at all. It's so strange."
"Then let's look forward to this strange composer's work." Hayne Count said as he walked towards the entrance of the Psalm Hall. At the same time, he handed his sword to the guards and let them check his belongings.
Since the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit was going to attend the concert, the guards were very strict in order to prevent any assassinations.
However, the guards did not check too carefully, because the entire Psalm Hall was set up with a super-large anti-magic circle, which could block all magic and supernatural power below the legendary level. It was a masterpiece that took the Church more than a hundred years to complete.
Soon after Hayne Count entered the hall, two teams of guards in red uniforms with a golden stripe on the left chest opened the way. Surrounded by them, two dark purple carriages drove over.
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