After so many years, the Psalm Hall was still as luxurious and magnificent as ever. It was very different from the popular architectural style of Renstadt.
In the hall, the waiter was greeting the nobles, musicians, and musicians who came to attend the concert. Seeing that the concert was about to start, the waiter finally relaxed a bit.
For an ordinary citizen like him, it was a very rare opportunity to be a waiter in the Psalm Hall. If he performed well, he could easily be noticed by the nobles or musicians and get a better job. That was why he was very careful when he was greeting the guests. He did not even dare to breathe too loudly, fearing that he might make a mistake.
"The concert is about to start …" He saw a young musician coming out of the hall to greet the audience. While adjusting his bow tie, he walked to the backstage. This was his subconscious reaction as he often attended such events. "The concert in the Psalm Hall every week is always full. There are rarely any empty seats. No wonder it's the highest palace of music. However, I don't know how many years it will take for the concert to be as crazy as it was seven or eight years ago …"
Seven or eight years ago, he was only a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. Such a scene left an indelible impression on him.
"I wonder if people in other capitals are also crazy about music. Brother Borg always mysteriously said that it was because Aalto had too few entertainment options … But for ordinary citizens like us, what kind of entertainment options do we have?" The waiter thought to himself as the concert was about to start.
Ding dong! A crisp sound pulled him back from his own world. A horse with bells tied to it pulled a pumpkin carriage to the front of the foyer.
"A pumpkin carriage …" The waiter felt that it was very strange, but why did he think that it was normal?
Before he had time to think, he saw a gentleman in a tuxedo getting off the pumpkin carriage. The gentleman reached out his right hand and asked a lady in a purple court dress to help him get off the carriage.
"Madam, sir, are you here to attend Mr. Francesco's concert?" The waiter asked respectfully.
"Yes. Lead us in and give us two extra seats," Lucien said casually.
The waiter hurriedly turned around and led the two into the hall. He felt that he had forgotten something important, such as their tickets. For example, the Psalm Hall had never added seats before.
"Why is it a pumpkin carriage?" Natasha was both amused and curious about the short journey.
Lucien raised his right index finger and tapped his chin. "Don't you think this sounds like a fairy tale?"
Then, he changed the topic and looked at the circular Psalm Hall. He sighed. "Actually, I'm more familiar with the stage than the audience."
"… I don't have any experience performing in the Psalm Hall," Natasha said regretfully, mainly because of her identity.
The waiter had found two armchairs from somewhere and placed them at the edge of the last row. The musicians there also turned a blind eye to it, as if it was a matter of course.
After Lucien and Natasha sat down, the concert officially began. Today's musician, Francisco, walked to the front stage in a well-ironed black tuxedo. He first bowed to the box, then to the audience below.
His nose was high, his lips were thin, and his cheekbones were slightly high. He was a young musician with the typical Holy Helvetic Empire style.
"I used to listen to concerts in that box … Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz …" Natasha looked around the box and read out the names that Lucien knew.
Lucien also saw Elena, Grace and Phyllis in front of him. He smiled. "They probably never dreamed that we would be so close to them."
He did not want to meet them, as it would disrupt their peaceful and normal lives.
Francisco raised his baton. Lucien and Natasha immediately quieted down and listened attentively to his music. According to the track list, this was a symphony called Growth.
The music began with a questioning tone, as if it was seeking the meaning of life. Then, on this theme, the melody changed slightly, showing a picture of youth, full of vitality. Then, the melody changed again, and a warm and sweet love seeped into the hearts of every listener.
In the sound of the melody, every listener seemed to recall their childhood, youth, and first love. It was a beauty that could not be hidden by sorrow. However, the melody changed again. All kinds of instruments became hurried and intense. The drums roared, the string instruments were sharp, and the brass instruments were whistling. Together, they created a scene of lightning, thunder, and a storm. It was like the inevitable difficulties and setbacks in life, making the listeners feel nervous, painful, and melancholy.
However, after the storm, the sky became bluer, and the sun became brighter. It was a sign that the sufferings of the world were over. Life was more meaningful after experiencing hardships.
The melodious "shepherd's flute" sounded. This peaceful life reached its peak. The music soon turned into a battle march, indicating the next challenge. However, it was full of confidence.
"Very good music, but it seems to be very different from a normal symphony." After the music ended, Natasha clapped and asked.
Lucien smiled. Aalto's symphony had developed this branch. "A symphony with a single movement is more like a poem. A complete symphony focuses more on structure and form, and its structure is more free. It focuses on one's thoughts and content …"
The musician in front heard the discussion behind them and could not help but want to show off. He turned around and said, "Don't you know the 'symphony poem' created by Mr. Francisco? Did you just come back from abroad? It's the hottest music topic in Aalto recently. "
Lucien and Natasha looked at each other and shook their heads. Lucien had been busy with arcana and magic studies, as well as the major issues in the Congress and the Atom Institution. Natasha, on the other hand, had been immersed in her own strength as a Knight and the affairs in the kingdom. Although they also paid attention to the development of music in Aalto, they only learned about it once a month. Naturally, they did not know the hottest topic.
After the musician finished, he also praised Lucien, "However, even though you don't know much about the symphony poem, sir, your description of its features is quite accurate. You don't sound like someone who just heard it. It means that you have extraordinary musical expertise. Are you a musician from another country?"
"I'm not a member of any Musicians' associations. I'm only interested in music." Lucien answered vaguely. A dead person would be automatically disqualified from Aalto Musicians' associations.
The musician did not ask further. Instead, he introduced the symphony poem and Francesco to them during the break, "… He's a musician from the Holy Helvetic Empire. He studied with Master Christoph for two years. Recently, he became famous for his bold innovations and passionate piano performance. The symphony poem 'Growth' is the work that made him famous …"
It seemed that after Sylvia's death, Master Christoph had the idea of teaching another student. Lucien and Natasha were both very happy about it.
"… His musical talent is very outstanding. You must've heard the symphony poem just now. It's enough to become a classic! After Master Evans's death, people from other countries thought that Aalto's concerts were gradually declining. Now they should know that they were wrong! Aalto's musical heritage is passed down from generation to generation. With the atmosphere of the whole city and the precious legacy left by the masters, there will always be new outstanding musicians. Mr. Francesco is the proof. "
The musician had probably experienced something similar before, so he was very excited. He looked at Lucien and Natasha with shining eyes, hoping that they would agree with what he said.
Lucien smiled and said solemnly and leisurely, "Yes."
"Yes." Natasha was quite happy.
After the concert, the musician still wanted to talk to the two nobles behind him. However, when he turned around, he only saw two empty seats.
"Since when can the Psalm Hall have more seats?" He suddenly had a creepy feeling.
"Wait, the two of you look a bit familiar …" He thought hard.
…
In the Long Corridor of Paradise in the Ratacia Palace.
Lucien and Natasha were standing behind the arched window, enjoying the afterglow of the setting sun and the red garden. Behind them, there were twenty-four giant mirrors made of tiny lenses, reflecting all the scenery. It was like a dream.
Natasha told Lucien about her memories of the Long Corridor of Paradise, the War Gallery, and the Ratacia Palace. She also told him that when she was a little girl, she was famous for her strange strength and accidentally destroyed the mirror wall of the Long Corridor of Paradise.
"We've enjoyed dinner, and the sun has set. It's time for us to go home. It's been a pleasant walk." Natasha stretched her arms.
Lucien nodded and looked at the other side of the Ratacia Palace, "I don't even know who the current Grand Duke is. Did he keep a low profile in the Orvarit family?"
"Because he never thought that he could inherit the throne. But I think it's only temporary. Our children, grandchildren, or other descendants will ascend the throne one day," said Natasha like a Knight.
After leaving the Ratacia Palace, Lucien and Natasha walked towards the city wall. At this time, a red robe suddenly walked out of a noble's villa nearby. It was Gossett, their acquaintance.
Since they were about to leave, Lucien and Natasha only slightly changed their looks, but they did not cover their air. Gossett suddenly stopped, and his pupils constricted.
"Lucien? Evans … Natasha? Orvarit … "Gossett felt that he could not breathe, and his whole body was paralyzed. He wanted to run away, but he could not. His legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he saw Lucien looking at him with a smile on his face. His black pupils were as deep as a lake. He was so scared that he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. He didn't dare to move at all, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
After a while, when the two were out of his sight, he breathed heavily and contacted the Grand Cardinal, Philibell, "Your Excellency, I just saw Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. Evans and Natasha? It's Orvarit. It's not too late to activate Aalto's defense circle! "
When he was talking, he realized that his voice was so hoarse, like an ascetic who had not spoken for a hundred years.
Philibell was stunned for a second. Soon, with the help of the divine circles, he sensed Lucien and Natasha. They were slowly approaching the city wall. In front of them was a boundless universe.
Then, he slightly narrowed his eyes and said to Gossett seriously,
"You got the wrong person!"
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