If "Dedicated to Plato" is already regarded as a mysterious garden in the field of piano, then the "Ode to Joy" being played by the young man in the red robe is obviously playing with music. Because children of aristocratic families around the age of ten can perfectly control such intermediate repertoire as "Dante's Rhapsody" and "Etude of the Night Rain", while Ode to Joy is just an entry-level thing, and only the commoners will cheer when they hear it. After playing the song, the red-robed young man got up elegantly and made a gentlemanly salute. Despite his terrible musical attainments, he still caused many ladies to applaud and scream.

The young man sat back on the ivory stool and smiled politely: "Madam, answer my question, what is the more difficult piece to play than 'Dedicated to Plato'?" ”

Madame Parral frowned, her eyes scattered on the hands of the youth, whose forty years of piano career had taught him that they were not a pair of hands suitable for manual labor, but a pair of hands born for the keys, and she blurted out almost without any thought: "Of course, the long-banned "Hymn to the Heart", please forgive me for not being able to name the Jewish pianist in front of everyone." ”

The red-robed young man asked, "Then can you play this tune that has been officially banned by the Holy See?" ”

Madame Parral hesitated for a moment, shook her head, and said, "No. ”

The young man was not talking, but turned to the last page of the delicate sheet music, cut open the back cover with his fingernails, and pulled out a piece of parchment from the inside, on which were drawn some very ordinary staves, and dry and obscure Latin. The audience looked at each other, only in Mrs. Parral's beautiful eyes, a sudden flash of panic and uneasiness, like a hedgehog hiding in a corner and suddenly appearing. But it was only for a moment, and she was sure that no one was observing her.

The red-robed man laid out the score in front of him, tried several notes in a row, and then struck the keys with a ding-dong clang, very slow, very lame, like a five-minute piece, which was stretched out for a full fifty minutes, and the player looked for the keys one by one.

The position of the orchestra seat is not so much a subtle design as it is another difficult reproduction, because directly above the piano, there is a specially reserved skylight, and the moonlight penetrates the glass and falls on the pianist's red robe, making him look lonely, and those voices become unconscious because of this loneliness. Needless to blame, there is also such a design in the most luxurious grand staircase of the "Noah's Ark" concert hall, which is almost identical.

The expressions of Duke Grizzly and Dota changed from anger at the beginning to strange now, they wanted to know too much about the purpose of this red-robed young man, was it just to play Ode to Joy on stage? They want to know too much about the background of this person, is it a mental illness with a serious psychological disorder? These questions also came to the minds of the audience, but like the grizzly father and son, they remained habitually quiet.

Eventually, the staccato sound took a noticeable turn, first sonorous like a lumberjack, then into a shattered auditory hallucination, a strange sound, always looking for a wavering central point. The aristocrats with profound knowledge of music theory at the scene could already hear a vague outline, and they were shallowly immersed in the sound of the piano, waiting for the pianist's sublimation. It's like a painter sketching the silhouette of an empress on oilcloth, ready to sculpt her features, her head, every real part of her body. It was a feeling that the savages could not grasp, but Madame Parral could, and she stood behind the red-robed pianist, listening carefully to every finely carved syllable.

As this kind of playing matured, the audience became quieter and quieter, the crystal lamp lost its original light, and people's eyes were completely fixed under the slanted moonlight, as if they were looking at a wax figure with the pinnacle of artistic attainment. It can penetrate the eyes of the viewer and reach directly to the purest and deepest heart. …

After the outbreak of the second "Reconquista Plan", together with countless heretical clergy, a large number of representatives of the literary and artistic schools were hunted down by the Holy See's Holy Inquisition. The great pianist, whom Madame Parral did not dare to mention by name, also became a guest on the "blacklist of redeemers", hiding in the ruins after the war, and adopting many equally homeless orphans, but the people of the Order did not believe in goodness and fraternity, and in their eyes any Jew was an enemy of the Father and the Holy See, and any heresy was an offspring of Satan. The pianist was taken into the torture chamber of the Holy Inquisition, brutally blinded, and a year later sent to the gallows, where he used his blind eyes to make his way through the bustling crowd and return to the land where he had been nurtured, and the musical paradise that was close at hand. The Inquisitor allowed him to play the piano one last time before his execution, as a reflection of the Lord's forgiveness and mercy, he had not heard music for a year, he had almost forgotten that he had been a good pianist, his chilblain-covered fingers trembled at first, but when he heard and felt the atmosphere of the starry sky around him, he finally faced his heart calmly.

The red-robed pianist's hand was completely uncontrollable, and around his body, there was a tactile elemental breath, and the blind pianist played the "Hymn to the Heart" before his death, just like the original scene reappeared, sharply torturing every listener. Some began to weep bitterly over the sins they had committed, and some subconsciously put their arms around their wives' weak shoulders.

The moonlight was still there, and from the entrance of the Great Hall, a small group of well-armed swordsmen frantically poured in, and rushed towards the bandhouse through the crowd, Madame Parral was so cruel and cold-blooded when she first appeared to her husband, she would not allow anyone to desecrate her music, just like the blind man, trying to stop the violence of the swordsmen, but she was a woman who was completely insulated from force, although the Duke of Grizzly had poached the most powerful private magic teacher in the principality, she was very principled, and she was unwilling to learn even the simplest self-defense techniques, She was afraid of soiling her home.

The swordsmen who rushed in a straight line were completely unaware of the potential danger. At the same time as the red-robed pianist struck the keys, his red-robed hunting sounded, and several wind blades quickly took shape along the direction of the red robe's fluttering, rushing towards the swordsmen in light armor, so accurate that even Duke Jack, who had galloped on the battlefield for more than 30 years, couldn't believe it, and the flying heads of the swordsmen were connected into an invisible warp, high and low, all of which fell to the ground. Their headsless bodies took several steps forward before they fell in the form of dominoes, hot blood spilling on the precious carpet of gold wool and wool, full of intense physical beauty.

Music magic, a first-level sub-subject of the attack department, the most chicken rib and the most elegant thing in the magic system, is often loved by many young nobles who do not learn and do not know how to do it, and has a very rigorous originality and artistry, but it has never been recognized by the official magic association.

There are no thrilling screams, no apocalyptic rushes, people swim in a sea of music, as if those shocking corpses are just a few inconsequential dead fish.

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