Norton Royal Concert Hall, where the powerful gathered, the lively crowd was like a raging flame, and the blazing tongue of fire filled every corner of Norton Royal Hall.

There are no private rooms in the recital hall, and it is said that in order to demonstrate the so-called equal rights of music, all audience members should sit in the audience and enjoy the music.

Harvey sat in the second seat and waited, observing the audience around him, familiar with the first princess of the kingdom, Eileno Windsor, the vice president of the Magic Guild, Lottie Aimee, the Count of Henrietta, the royal minister of spellcasters, Dupont Arnold, and a middle-aged man with a thin face, his face was not good-looking, staring at the stage with indifferent eyes without saying a word, Harvey recognized his name as Murphy, the conductor of the first-class symphony orchestra Osborne, who had insulted the Griffin component orchestra in front of him.

There are also some big names that Harvey has only seen in the newspapers, and sitting next to the first princess of the kingdom, Elennor Windsor, is Duke Anderson and his wife, Duke Anderson is a general, and firmly controls the military power of the kingdom. On Harvey's right, there are several positions to the right, and the Count of Henrietta is talking to Baron Oliver, although he is a baron, he caught up with the tide of the times and seized the business opportunity to become one of the famous businessmen in the emerging aristocratic class, and he is also an important partner of the Cromwell Chamber of Commerce.

Harvey, one of the most famous families in the kingdom, would not lose his identity in this group of people, but Diana and the others are very eye-catching. It is impossible for a woman who can be favored by the powerful to be too bad, but Diana and Shirley have too outstanding temperament, and they are quite eye-catching in this group of ladies and noblewomen.

A guard stepped forward, bowed his head and whispered something in Duke Anderson's ear, his vague gaze swept to Harvey's position, Duke Anderson was also surprised when he heard it, and waved his hand to let the guard retreat.

First Princess Elenore Windsor asked curiously, "What's going on, Uncle Anderson?" ”

She knew who these guards were, they were all the elite of Duke Anderson's command, and according to legend, each of them had awakened the blood of knights and possessed all kinds of powers beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Duke Anderson shook his head: "It's nothing, just to report to me that there is a rather dangerous person nearby, but it's also nonsense." ”

"Oh? To be valued by your knights, it must be a powerful knight, but who is there. Princess Elennor looked at the guests around her with interest, looking for every possibility.

Duke Anderson laughed and said, "Mr. Harvey Adrian should not be a knight, to be honest, I am also surprised, I can't imagine that a famous writer has the ability to make knights jealous, and the younger generation of the kingdom is really getting more and more promising." ”

Princess Elenard's gaze stopped at Harvey, who was sitting not far in front of her, and nodded with a little doubt.

Harvey is a family member who was promoted from baron to viscount because of "The Count of Monte Cristo", but in Norton, where a random passer-by could be a nobleman, the status of the capital is not noble, plus Harvey does not participate in social activities, and social influence belongs to the lowest level of this group of elites. But no one dared to underestimate Harvey, who was more valued than Harvey's status as a writer, and Harvey created the Phantom Technique, although the rank was not announced, and there were many rumors that Harvey was a median spellcaster.

A median spellcaster who is less than twenty years old can be called a rare genius in the magical class in today's Barron Kingdom.

Rumors are rumors, and people with real strength will think that this rumor is ridiculous, whether it is the caster or some people with the so-called knightly blood, they can faintly smell some breath from Harvey that makes them tremble, this breath they have never experienced even in the high-ranking spellcaster, if it weren't for Harvey's identity there, Harvey is now the most dangerous person in the thousands of spectators at Norton Royal Concert Hall, and is under the heavy care of many guards.

The real elites know that the so-called power and money are not worth mentioning in the face of real power.

It is impossible for their strength to detect the existence of the Old Gods, and most of the fear that Harvey gives them comes from the demonic aura and Harvey's own strong spiritual power.

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Behind the scenes of the performance stage surrounded by the U-shaped auditorium, the members of the symphony orchestra are in full swing to adjust their state or instruments, and the orchestra conductor Griffin checks the status of each member, gives instructions and comforts the orchestra members.

Griffin patted a young musician on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "Smith, relax, don't be nervous, just like when you usually practice, don't look at the audience, look at the instrument in your hand, look at my conductor, don't be distracted, just think about the score." You're a talented performer, and you're definitely going to be a well-known musician after this performance. ”

"Rupert, put on your black suit."

"Hurry up and check the strings of the cello, where are the spare instruments? Toilet? Do you want to ask me about such a trivial matter? There are still thirteen minutes until two o'clock, so go and go back quickly. ”

Griffin was busy inside and out, sweat oozing from his forehead, but his eyes were more burning and powerful than ever, as if his body had returned to his youth, and this was Griffin's first performance on the official stage after a long absence, and it was also his last performance, just to really play those two symphonies that would cause revolution in the music industry.

He had the best score, the largest audience, the most expensive instruments, and Norton's first-class symphony orchestra, and he believed that today he would be remembered in the history of music and reach the end of his dream.

Griffin had never felt like a dozen minutes were so long, and the first symphony orchestra players took to the stage, sitting in their chairs.

Finally, Griffin came out and walked to the conductor's seat, Griffin was in front of dozens of musicians, behind him were thousands of spectators, even the slightest discussion was enough to form a violent wave, Griffin's keen ears could hear those trivial discussions, and his eyes could see the state of every musician in front of him.

Before long, the sound gradually stopped.

Griffin slowly raised the baton in his hand, his body stiffened like a statue, when the inner clock rang, he took a deep breath, his right hand swung down in response to the bell, and the bell rang in the concert hall of Nuoda, symbolizing the arrival of fate.

Dangdang dang~