In October, Aalto was like a piece of fruit on a cake, sweet but cold. The vast land nearby was dyed with a layer of golden color. Together with the falling leaves of the Rawa trees in the city, it created a poetic scene. Along with the faint melodious music, everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful. No wonder it was called the "City of Music".
"Only the Melzer Black Forest is always black …" Natasha said emotionally as she looked at the Black Forest on the other side of the river. Her long purple hair was blown back by the autumn wind.
The Black Forest left her with many memories of hardships, pain, and rewards. Whether it was the strict Knight training when she was a young girl or the things that happened in the Black Forest, they were all experiences that she would never forget.
"Black Fir, a kind of tree that's only found near the Black Mountain. I suspect that it's influenced by the air of an alternate dimension …" Lucien said in a scholarly tone.
Natasha could not help but laugh at his serious answer. "It doesn't matter to me why it's black all year round. What matters is that I was once chased by the kobolds in it. I ate the fruits that made my whole body hurt. I was paralyzed by poison and couldn't move. I had to be carried on someone's back when my abdomen was injured …"
She knew that Lucien's answer was to distract her so that she could return from being a "Musician" to being a "Knight", so that she could enjoy her "one-day tour of Aalto".
"You were once chased by kobolds? I think with your fighting talent, even if you didn't awaken your Blessing, you could still crush the kobolds. "Lucien asked with interest. In his mind, Natasha was a" Valkyrie "since she was young.
Natasha curled her lips. "I could easily deal with less than ten kobolds. The problem was that there were hundreds of kobolds, and one of them could cast spells!"
"What kind of crazy thing did you do to make the kobolds from several tribes work together to hunt you down?" Lucien was amused.
Natasha hesitated and waved her right arm. "I don't remember clearly!"
"Didn't you always say that you have a good memory …"
"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. In short, I can't remember clearly!"
The two of them slowly walked along the bank of the Baylon River, enjoying the familiar river breeze and laughing as they reminisced about the past.
Suddenly, Natasha stopped and pointed at the remote riverbank in front of them, which was full of rubbish. She looked at Lucien with a smirk. "Is this the place where you earned your first bucket of gold?"
"Yes, thank you to Her Royal Highness for throwing me a Nightingale's Veil, allowing me to successfully take the first step out of poverty." Looking at the garbage, Lucien said emotionally.
There some ragged paupers were rummaging through the stink in search of something of value, and on the embankment beside them stood a burly man with his arms crossed, overseeing them. Even though it was a golden moon, he wore only a thin brown coat.
Natasha let out a sigh. "In the end, this place is still controlled by the mafia."
"After the Aaron Mafia, it seems that there is a new mafia in Aalto." Lucien was not surprised, but only sighed. With the current situation in Aalto, it was only a matter of time before a new mafia was born.
The mafia thug noticed that a man and a woman were looking at him and the paupers who were rummaging through the garbage. He wanted to warn them not to be nosy, but he found that they were dressed like nobles, so he did not dare to be reckless. He turned his head, pretending to admire the river, and quietly observed their actions.
Lucien and Natasha did nothing, and continued to bathe in the river breeze, walking towards the city gate of the market area. This made the mafia thug let out a long sigh of relief.
It was the afternoon tea time in Renstadt, and for the guards of Aalto, it was the time when they were the most tired and did not want to move. So they glanced at Lucien and Natasha, who had slightly changed their appearance, and saw that they were dressed well, and waved their hands to let them enter the city gate.
The familiar and noisy market area, the common language of Aalto, and the clothing style that was completely different from that of Renstadt, gave Lucien and Natasha the most direct shock.
"The market area hasn't changed at all. It's as if we have never left …" Natasha often went to the manor outside the city through this gate, and she often came here with a veil to look for all kinds of interesting things. Therefore, she was not unfamiliar with the market area.
Lucien nodded and took a deep breath. The familiar smell of barbecued meat, spices, dyes, smoke, alcohol, and all kinds of smells reminded him of the time when he was struggling to make a living in the market area.
"I used to carry goods here. At that time, I was not strong enough, and a bag of goods could make me lose my balance …" Lucien pointed at some small shops on the street.
Natasha listened with a smile, and followed him through the market area, pointing at a shop from time to time, and said:
"This grocery store has a history of fifty years. When I first came here, it was the grandfather who served the customers, but now it looks like the grandson's generation …"
"… The owner recognized me when I was buying the ancient seven-string zither, and almost fainted …"
Lucien was also full of memories of the market area, "… It was on this street, John and I beat up all the thugs of Aaron's gang …"
That was the beginning of my initial recognition and real integration into this world.
The passersby looked at the couple who looked like a noble couple walking leisurely in the market area and pointed at them from time to time. It was inevitable that they felt strange, but Lucien and Natasha did not care about their gazes.
As they walked, the two of them passed through the market area and entered the administrative district. The number of pedestrians began to decrease, and the streets gradually became quiet. There were only street musicians and bards playing different kinds of music, creating a sea of music that made one's soul feel sublimated as they strolled.
After a while, Natasha smiled, "Serenade for Strings in G major … Moonlight … The second movement of From New Country … Pathetique … For … For Silvia … I didn't expect that after you left Aalto for such a long time, your music is still being played so often. The more songs are played by street artists and bards, the more popular your music is. Classic music is always a classic …" Natasha nodded, and then she heard Lucien's words.
"There are also your marches …" Lucien listened carefully and distinguished the different tunes from the Rawa trees on both sides of the street.
Natasha hummed a melody proudly, and then sighed slightly and said, "But compared to before, the frequency of your music is greatly reduced. Most of the music we heard just now was the latest and excellent music."
Both of them paid attention to the development of music in Aalto, and they were not unfamiliar with the excellent music in it.
"This is a good thing. Things are constantly changing. If you always stick to the past without any improvement, it only means that the music in Aalto is dead. Fortunately, that is not what we heard." Lucien did not mind.
Natasha did not answer for the time being. Instead, she stopped outside a restaurant with Lucien and listened to the street musician playing Pathetique on the piano at the door. This was a work that was recognized as very difficult, but he played it very freely, so many people in Aalto who knew music stopped to listen.
He created a very good atmosphere of depression, depression, pain, and tragedy in the early part of the song, so when he played the bursting and high-spirited notes with dazzling movements in the last movement, he was able to bring up the mood of the surrounding audience.
Clap, clap, clap. After the piano performance ended, there was a warm round of applause.
The young pianist seemed to be a little surprised by the popularity of his performance. He sat behind the piano in a daze and did not respond for a long time.
He was a music lover who came from a small town to Aalto to pursue his dreams. He thought that he had a solid foundation in music and was talented enough to achieve extraordinary achievements. However, what happened in the past few months had made him fall into intense self-doubt, making him feel pain, hesitation, depression, and depression. Because of the lack of money in his life, he had to accept the request of the restaurant owner. Who knew that today's concert would be so popular?
"Very good. It's not a pale performance. There is emotional resonance." Natasha applauded softly. Then, she took out a coin and was about to throw it to the street musician like the other audience members.
However, her movement was stopped by Lucien. He said in amusement, "Are you going to give him a 'Queen Coin'?"
Since the South Church was expelled, the Kingdom of Holm was also reforging coins. Different from the common currency, the Queen Coin was equivalent to a Quintal, except that it was engraved with the head of the Queen.
Natasha laughed dryly. "Ha, I didn't notice. Do you have a Quintal?"
Lucien shook his head and took the Queen Coin. He rubbed it with his thumb, and then the Queen Coin turned into a Quintal.
The young performer came back to himself and thanked the audience for their hospitality. Suddenly, he saw a glittering coin fall in front of him.
"Quintal?" He was stunned. Wasn't this too generous?
A gentle voice echoed in his ears. "You played very well. You integrated your feelings and understanding into the music, giving the music a distinctive personal style. This is very rare. However, there are still some problems with your playing and understanding of music …"
"Problems?" Before the performer was back to himself, he heard Lucien's explanation and analysis. Every piece of information was exactly what he wanted to hear, because most of them were things that he had been feeling uncomfortable about for a long time, and some of them were experiences that he was very satisfied with, only to realize that he was terribly wrong after listening to them.
After a while, he really came back to himself and found that the gentleman who had guided him and his wife had walked far away, leaving only their backs side by side.
He wanted to catch up and thank them, but the restaurant owner was still staring at him. He could only say loudly, "Thank you!"
What a noble gentleman. No, he must be a musician!
Lucien did not look back. He raised his hand, indicating that he had received it.
"You really like being a teacher." Natasha looked at Lucien with a smile.
Lucien smiled. "It's not that I like being a teacher. It's a kind of gratitude. If I hadn't met Mr. Victor and received his exceptional guidance, I definitely wouldn't have achieved what I have. So, when I meet people who need guidance, I will give some guidance. Maybe their life needs a little push. Haha, I'm giving back to society."
"Giving back to society …" Natasha thought of the joke of "taking back to society" and smiled.
As they listened and walked, the two soon came to the Aalto Musicians' Association. They saw the unique "Dancing Flame" building, which was famous for its light but complex asymmetrical beauty.
"It's still the same, it hasn't changed …" Lucien and Natasha sighed at the same time. However, Natasha quickly shook her head and looked around. "I don't know if this is good or bad. The places we've been to before have shown that Aalto hasn't changed at all in the years I've been away. It's like time has frozen. Renstadt, on the other hand, might look the same in the morning, but it's a completely different 'face' in the afternoon."
Renstadt, which was in a period of great development, was undergoing a lot of infrastructure construction. Just as Lucien expected, the whole city had undergone tremendous changes.
"Let's not talk about the lives of ordinary people. This Aalto might be more suitable for the current style of music …" Lucien said without any negative connotation.
"You're right. Renstadt's current appearance doesn't fit the current style of symphony. It should be another kind of music that suits it …" Natasha nodded seriously.
"Different cultures and different eras will definitely give birth to different kinds of music …" Lucien said sincerely, but in his mind, he thought that maybe Renstadt would develop rock music one day …
Natasha was about to say something, but her face suddenly turned serious. "Well, Mr. Victor …"
It was Lucien's music teacher, Victor, who came out of the Aalto Musicians' Association. Surrounded by many musicians and performers, he boarded the carriage and drove to the Psalm Hall. It seemed that he had a high status.
Lucien looked at the scene quietly and did not move at all.
"Don't you want to meet him?" Natasha stared at Lucien with her silver-purple eyes.
Lucien shook his head and said in a slightly shaky voice, "There's no need …"
It would disrupt his life. It was not easy to get the Church to stop paying attention to him.
Natasha chuckled and deliberately changed the topic. "Then let's go to the Psalm Hall and listen to a concert? I wonder who it will be? "
"Okay." Lucien had no objection. The anti-magic circle was useless against legends.
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