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Since it was not an official Knight's ceremony, there were not many formalities. Lucien thanked Natasha with the etiquette of a Knight, and Natasha put the sword on Lucien's shoulder and said seriously,
"May your sword protect your will."
After that, Lucien solemnly took Vigilance from Natasha. It was a "ceremonial" sword with gorgeous decorations but an ordinary blade.
According to Natasha's guidance, Lucien successfully left his scent on Vigilance with his will. He knew that the sword was not as fancy and fragile as it looked. It had the attack power of an ordinary level one Knight, and it could enhance intuition to the level of a level two Knight. It was a very good "transcendent" sword.
Sorcerers were used to calling it magic sword and enchanted longsword, but nobles and priests called them transcendent weapons. Unlike magic items and divine items, such weapons did not need to be engraved on the core of the sword. After getting the sword, Lucien could simply leave his or her scent on it. However, some weapons would reject certain kinds of users according to the restrictions of the forger.
After putting on the sword, Lucien stood up and said goodbye. Looking at his back, Natasha suddenly chuckled and said to Camille, "Although he wants to keep it a secret, I remember that Sylvia also received Phyllis's invitation. Sigh, I haven't seen Phyllis for a long time. "
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Phyllis did not go to Victor's house in the afternoon because her birthday party was in the evening.
"It's Phyllis's coming of age ceremony, so a lot of guests were invited, including the nobles close to the Hayne family, as well as all the musicians and famous musicians in the association." Lot chatted with Lucien during the break.
Lucien asked in a relaxed mood, "It's going to be a grand birthday party. I wonder how many guests will come."
Herodotus glanced at Lucien and said, "Most of the musicians in the association in Aalto will come, because someone will play a new serenade as a birthday present. Everyone is curious to see what kind of work this musical genius will come up with after more than a month of silence. "
After the concert in the Psalm Hall, Victor strictly protected Lucien. He did not allow him to accept any invitations to parties, salons, or parties. He even declined the invitation to be a guest in a concert, fearing that Lucien would be addicted to these things because he was too famous at such an early age. However, as a result, people were even more curious about Lucien, not to mention that many of them had bad intentions.
"As for the nobles, it depends on the attitude of the Count of Hayne. According to the rules of the Hayne family, when every direct descendant comes of age, the head of the family has to host the party in person. I'm not sure if the Count of Hayne will find an excuse to not come this time." Lot was not very sure, and then he changed the topic, "Actually, we're also very curious about your serenade, Lucien."
Since Lucien had his own private lounge and piano room in the villa, Lucien needed to be quiet when he was working.
Lucien smiled and shook his head, "Only a few hours left."
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In the evening, Lucien got into the carriage that he hired and arrived at Phyllis's house in the noble district.
The carriage had already filled up the empty space on the opposite side of the road. The luxurious three-story villa was brightly lit, looking magnificent and magnificent.
This villa was originally built by the old Count to hold the party.
Walking through the gate, through the garden, and up the stairs, Lucien came to the gate of the hall.
Phyllis had changed into a red, family-style dress. She looked elegant and dignified. Accompanied by her mother, she was greeting the guests.
Seeing Lucien coming, Phyllis smiled sweetly and sincerely, "Thank you for coming, Lucien. Because of you, many musicians are here, including president Christoph. "
"It's mainly because of your identity." Lucien held Phyllis's hand and kissed the back of it.
Phyllis's mother looked very much like her, with the same plump lips and bright appearance, but her hair was the most common brown color. She said enthusiastically, "Welcome, our musical genius. The whole noble circle of Aalto is eagerly discussing you."
Because there were many guests, Lucien walked in after exchanging a few words with Phyllis and her mother.
The layout of the hall, the table, the food, and the flowers were basically the same as the last ball. It was the unique style of Phyllis's house.
There were already many guests inside. They were holding goblets and talking to each other, not letting go of any opportunity to socialize.
"Hi, Evans." On the way, many people greeted Lucien. They were all members of the Musicians' Association. Some of them were famous musicians, some of them were new musicians who had only written one or two pieces of music and had not yet been recognized by the public, and some of them were already excellent musicians who were preparing to become musicians.
Their expressions were all different. Some were curious, some were expectant, some were fake smiles, some were perfunctory, and some were meaningful.
What kind of serenade would the most outstanding and transformative musical genius come up with?
The style of serenade for salons and banquets was more difficult to write than a serenade to express love or a serenade to express a tranquil and beautiful mood. Its style and theme limited it to such vulgar occasions and could not be performed on elegant stages such as concerts.
"It's probably just a piece of fun and congratulatory music. Don't expect too much. " Many older musicians gathered around Christopher, who was old but did not have a beard, and they were discussing their opinions on Lucien's work.
Others who did not speak thought quietly, "But we can use this as an excuse to accuse him of being depraved and intoxicated by the reputation of being a genius."
Christoph nodded to Lucien, who was looking at him, and smiled kindly to the musicians around him. "Give the young people more space. Don't be too harsh on them. At this age, it's normal to fail. Failure can give them more wealth. Of course, this age is also the time when creativity is the most free and inspiration is the most free. Maybe there will be unexpected surprises. "
When Lucien came over, the musicians stopped talking about this topic and talked about music creation. Lucien took a glass of water from a waiter passing by with a tray and quietly listened to their discussion with a humble and respectful attitude.
This made the older musicians more satisfied. At least Lucien was not the kind of young man who was arrogant and impolite when he was talented and famous.
Not long after, Victor, Lot, and Rhein arrived one by one.
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As time went by, the happy atmosphere in the party gradually froze. The musicians also stopped their discussion. It was already half past seven, but the Count of Hayne was still not here.
Phyllis's father, Urban, a red-haired middle-aged man with a beautiful mustache, also stood at the door nervously. He thought to himself with a pale face, "Does Scott still remember what happened in the past? But this is the birthday party of the younger generation. How can he be so narrow-minded? "
If the Count of Hayne did not show up, Phyllis's reputation in the noble circle would be greatly affected.
Ten minutes later, when Phyllis's hands were clasped together again, the steward of the Count of Hayne finally arrived. He said politely but with a straight face, "Mr. Count of Hayne is sick and can't come to the party. Mr. Urban, please host the party yourself."
Urban's face turned pale, and he was so angry that he could not say a word. Phyllis and her mother's faces were pale, and it seemed that they could barely breathe.
Many nobles who had a close relationship with the Hayne family were waiting for the response of the Count of Hayne. Therefore, many servants ran out of the dark and reported back to their own houses.
Luckily, Urban was the clerk of the city hall, and he had a lot of power. Also, for some other reasons, some small nobles still came to the party one after another.
Taking two deep breaths, Urban signaled Phyllis and the others not to be affected and continued to welcome the guests.
A musician sponsored by the Count of Hayne looked at Lucien and said meaningfully, "It's unfortunate that you're hated by the family leader and the Count of Hayne. Unless you can awaken your Blessing, you'll have a hard time in the future."
Lucien pretended that he did not understand, "I think that as long as you're talented and willing to work hard and never give up in front of difficulties, you'll definitely be able to find your own path."
Lucien's voice was a bit loud, and it spread far and wide in the quiet hall.
Phyllis heard what Lucien said, and she clenched her fists. She looked determined. If a poor man like Lucien could succeed, why couldn't she do the same?
Othello, along with Mekanzi and three strangers that Lucien did not know, walked into the hall.
Mekanzi greeted Christoph and the other musicians first, and then introduced them on behalf of his teacher, "These three are musicians from Tria. After they read the score of Symphony of Fate and related reviews on Music Criticism and Symphony News, they were very curious and admired the talented musician who created this great work, so they came to Aalto. When they heard that Lucien was here, they begged their teacher to let them in."
"This is Mr. Clement, this is Mr. Barre, and this is Mr. Julien."
The three musicians from Tria were very young, in their twenties. They had been immersed in music for a long time, so their temperament was very good. Coupled with their decent clothes, they looked very comfortable, and at the same time, they were full of youthful vigor and drive.
"I remember that your teacher, Francois, mentioned you in a letter to me, saying that you're rare geniuses. Haha, I've seen the works you've created, and they're very good. "Christoph remembered their origins after hearing their names.
Francois, from Syracuse, came to Aalto to study music when he was young, and became a famous musician before he was thirty years old. A few years ago, he returned to his hometown and became the chief music consultant of the royal family.
The three young musicians greeted the "living music legend" Christoph respectfully.
Then, Mekanzi pointed at Lucien maliciously, "This is the genius musician who created Symphony of Fate, Lucien Evans. He's going to present a new serenade to the host of the banquet as a birthday present."
"Serenade? I also have a newly composed serenade that I can give to the beautiful Miss Phyllis. Hehe, take it as an apology and a birthday present for my sudden visit. " The black-haired, brown-eyed Julien was the most talented and popular of the three, but he was also the most arrogant and impulsive. Mekanzi seemed to be more familiar with him.
Lucien was about to reply when the commotion near the door suddenly quieted down. Lucien instinctively felt a familiar aura from the "Alert" longsword that he was wearing.
Turning back, Lucien saw a carriage stop in front of the steps through the crowd. A purple-haired beauty wearing a white Knight's uniform and black riding boots slowly walked to the door. Her left hand was held by a gentle girl in a simple, elegant dress. The posture of the two beauties stunned everyone, and Camille followed quietly behind.
"Her Royal Highness?!" Phyllis exclaimed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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