"Number one on the weekly ranking list, number three on the weekly ranking list. I never thought that I would be able to reach such a high position. I'm so happy! Thank you so much! Please continue to support me!"
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The other nobles at the back of the box now had a chance to join in the conversation. Unlike earlier when they were discussing serious matters, they could only listen to the conversation between Bishop Sardes, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit and Princess Natasha.
"My lovely little niece once told me that Victor had been working on this piece of music for two to three years. When he learned that the concert was going to be held in the Psalm Hall, he went to my brother's manor and stayed there for three months before he finally finished it. It's full of rural flavor. It reminds me of the oats that are about to ripen in my hometown."
The Count of Hayne smiled and told the story behind the creation of this piece of music to the Grand Duke and Princess Natasha. He was slightly grateful to Phyllis. Ever since this niece of his started learning music, he, who had no talent in music, was finally able to communicate with the Grand Duke and Her Royal Highness.
Since the eldest son of the old Count died in the battle against the heretics, his second son and youngest son began to compete for the title of the Count. As the second son, the current Count of Hayne had not awakened his bloodline yet, and Phyllis's father was the favorite of the old Count. Therefore, he had the upper hand and became the source of nightmares for the Count of Hayne at night.
But in the end, the Count of Hayne successfully awakened his bloodline, and his son, Harrington, showed talent that was not inferior to that of Princess Natasha and Count Verdi. Thus, the Count of Hayne successfully inherited the title of the Count and the hereditary territory of the Hayne family.
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit nodded slightly and said, "It also reminds me of the Harvest Festival when I was young. Natasha, regardless of whether his feelings support the theme, in my opinion, Victor's music is already very good. I'm really looking forward to his next two works. According to the order, one should be better than the other. "
"But the last work is not composed by Victor, but by his student, Lucien. It's hard to imagine that a beginner who has only been learning music for three months can compose such an excellent piece of music." Rafati Count also joined the discussion. He looked like he was only in his thirties, and he was as handsome as the legendary Angel of Dawn..
Princess Natasha laughed without caring about her image, "Uncle Hart, you're the least qualified person to say this. You can awaken the bloodline of the 'Sun' and become a sorcerer at the age of ten. You're much more talented than Lucien, and you're already an eight-circle sorcerer at the age of sixty-seven. According to the normal lifespan of two hundred years, you're definitely qualified to reach the realm of legends."
The seemingly young Count of Rafati was actually a powerful spellcaster. However, in order to distinguish them from sorcerers, the nobles called people who could use the bloodline of sorcerers as sorcerers. Unlike the other nobles who mixed different bloodlines, the Rafati family required the purity of the bloodline. Therefore, they could only marry within the family. Although there were many deformed members in this way, it also ensured that the great power was passed down from generation to generation.
Verdi answered seriously on behalf of Rafati, "This is the power given by the Lord. Uncle Hart can become a sorcerer at the age of ten because of the Lord's love and grace."
"It's said that music is the same." Natasha smiled carelessly, "To be honest, I'm looking forward to it. No matter whether Lucien's music is good or bad, it's still very interesting."
Rafati shook his head, "Victor arranged for it to be performed in the last and most important position, which proves that this work is excellent. I don't think Victor wants to ruin his own concert."
His judgment was supported by the nobles such as Count of Hayne. Although they did not know Lucien, they did not have much prejudice against Lucien. Although they were surprised by how long he had studied music, it did not affect their judgment of whether the work was good or bad from Victor's arrangement.
To be able to maintain their status and pass down their families, the nobles might have many shortcomings in other aspects, but they were not stupid if they were not blinded by their emotions.
"Anyway, we'll hear one more work." Natasha chuckled, "Next is Victor's new piano concerto. I've been looking forward to that brand-new instrument for a long time."
Verdi sat on the chair with his back straight as if he was riding on the back of a horse. "Is that so? I wonder how it compares to the harpsichord in terms of timbre and quality. "
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After the second work was applauded by the Grand Duke, Victor was completely relaxed. When he came backstage to take a break, he could still chat with Lucien, Lot and the rest. Rhein, on the other hand, kept a low profile and stood silently next to him. However, Phyllis and the rest thought that Rhein was preparing for the next work, so they did not pay much attention to him.
The break time soon passed. Victor walked to the piano. He would play the piano himself, and Rhein, as the chief conductor, would coordinate and direct the orchestra for him.
The loud and vigorous piano sound was the prelude to the music. After a few melodies, the sacred and solemn atmosphere was set off. This was a concerto with a religious theme.
"Nice instrument." Verdi nodded in satisfaction after he recognized the timbre. Then he closed his eyes and listened carefully.
The grand and solemn religious music was fully expressed by the wide range of the piano, especially in the high notes. The volume and control of the piano were perfect, and the whole hall became solemn and sacred.
When the concerto was over, Bishop Sardes drew a cross in front of his chest, "This is a praise to God. This brand-new instrument has made this work completely beyond its original level."
Natasha habitually finished the cross and then could not help but praise loudly, "This instrument is really great. It's the keyboard instrument that I really want! Compared to it, harpsichords and harpsichords are like girls' toys. They don't have such a majestic feeling! "
"You are also a girl, Natasha." The Grand Duke originally wanted to praise and applaud, but after hearing Natasha's words, he could not help but frown and remind her.
Facing her father, Natasha did not dare to talk back. She muttered, "But I'm also the most special girl. I can compete with men. I like fierce and powerful music and battles."
Verdi looked at Natasha with a meaningful smile, but did not say anything.
This made Natasha sit up straight. On her beautiful and slightly domineering face, a pair of bright purple eyes stared at Verdi seriously, "Are you looking down on me? Do you want to go out and fight? "
"I didn't say anything." Verdi's smile showed that he did not think so.
Seeing that neither of them was willing to admit defeat, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit had to divert their attention with another topic, "Next is the Symphony of Fate that you've been waiting for, Natasha."
Natasha looked at the musicians who were taking a break and then squinted at Verdi, "My dear cousin, how good do you think this work is? I think it should be better than all of your works. "
"My dear cousin, I remember that you're only good at playing and music criticism. You've never written a good piece of music. No matter how jealous you are, in terms of musical talent and creation, I'm far better than you. It's a pity that I'm not interested in becoming a musician. Otherwise, I could have created a record in three months … "Verdi was very happy to put down his arrogant cousin.
Natasha pretended to be surprised, "Really? Is that so? My dear cousin, why do I feel that you're not as good as Lucien, who has only been learning music for three months? Your works have never been performed in the Psalm Hall. "
"It's just that I don't want to …" Verdi gritted his teeth and said, "Besides, a guy who has only been learning music for three months, even if he can write a good piece of music, I don't think his work can be better than mine." He was so provoked that he spoke his true opinion.
As soon as he finished speaking, Verdi was secretly annoyed, "Damn it, I've fallen into Natasha's trap. She's really a woman when it comes to being petty!"
He could imagine that as long as Lucien's music was good, Natasha would use his words to mock him. However, if Lucien's music was only around the standard, Natasha would not lose anything, because it was not her who wrote it. Lucien's music was performed in the Psalm Hall, and she did not have it.
As expected, Natasha smiled proudly and then leaned back in her chair lazily. She repeated the same words several times, "I'm really looking forward to the last piece of music."
"I'm also looking forward to it. It's hard to imagine what a piece of music written by a beginner would be like." The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit was also very curious. Except for Sardes, who still had his eyes half closed as if he was asleep, the other nobles and the musicians were all in the same state.
Wolf listened to the first three pieces of music angrily and angrily. When he heard the applause from the Grand Duke, his heart was full of grievance and dissatisfaction. Although the success of Victor's concert would not cause him any loss, the more outstanding Victor was, the more unhappy he was. He felt that Victor had taken away his opportunity. If it were him, he could have done the same.
"I want to know how your genius student's work is!" Wolf gnashed his teeth and said, "As long as there is a slight flaw in his work, I'll criticize him on Music Criticism and make him lose the confidence to continue his music career. Also, if there is a major mistake in the last piece of music, Victor, you will be remembered as the shame of the Psalm Hall."
He wanted to magnify every melody and every note to look for flaws.
On the west stand, Alisa held the Chorre's hand tightly, nervously waiting for Lucien's performance. Even John, who had always been calm, seemed to be a bit nervous. Only Elena, who knew Director Othello's character better, and Elwyn, who did not know much about Lucien, were still waiting calmly.
Verdi, on the other hand, tried to remedy his words, "Music is a very subjective art. Maybe you think Natasha's work is excellent, but I don't think so."
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Standing in the conductor's position, Victor looked at the orchestra. Before the last piece of music, when the first concert in the Psalm Hall was about to come to an end, a lot of memories emerged in his mind. He remembered the failure of the first concert, the great success of the second concert, the time he spent with his wife Winnie, Winnie's reluctant and regretful eyes before she was summoned by the Lord, every failure and struggle in his life, and Lucien's encouragement to him with music …
"Winnie, can you hear me in heaven?"
Victor took a glance at Lucien in the backstage. When his emotions reached the peak, he waved the baton in his right hand, as if he was a patient with a convulsing heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Fate knocked on the door!
Never before had Lucien used such a concise, shocking, and powerful opening. Grand Duke, Natasha, Verdi, and the rest of the audience, who had their eyes closed, could not help but open their eyes.
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