Although the authority of the Tower of Knowledge was opened, Chen Yin did not gain much. In addition to learning about more hidden historical events, there are more books on mathematics, physics, chemistry, and nature on the higher floors.

If it is an aborigine, I believe that I will definitely be crazy to see so much advanced knowledge, but it is a pity that most of this knowledge Chen Yin has learned, and what has not been learned is also a general understanding.

There are very few records of the most important crossing and advent categories, only a few cases, and most of them are mainly records of Gaiden and strange tales.

Among these records, the one that touched Chen Yin's heart the most was about a "sage prophet" shattering the void. And this incident is the only record of the Millennium War in the entire Tower of Knowledge.

The narrative of the original book is very religious and too long. After Chen Yin's reading, he distilled the most suspicious points:

1. The prophet himself should be some high-ranking member of the Church of the Light.

2. After the "end" of the Millennium War, there was no winner between humans and gray orcs.

3. The prophet seems to have taken something from someone and then used it to open a dark and huge "holy door".

4. The Prophet walked through the gate and disappeared and never appeared again.

The above is Chen Yin's receipt in the past half a month.

When he first saw the word "prophet", the first thing that came to Chen Yin's mind was "Biography of Ivan". It seems that Mogoth I once interacted with the Prophet.

And in the Biography of Ivan there are even words that the "prophet" once said. This is something that is not found in any other account—the prophet never speaks, as if everything in the world is under his control.

Compared with other overly deified and religious accounts, perhaps the accounts in the "Biography of Ivan" will be more true.

I just don't know if this "prophet" is another "prophet".

So things are back to square one.

……

Half a month later.

Imperial Opera, main entrance.

The busy procession is not in sight.

This is a musical festival held by the Duchess of Aisara, although no duchess herself sang on stage, but she was once the vane of the empire's entertainment fashion, especially when I heard that this music festival will determine which prince will inherit the empire......

So, it's no surprise that such a huge momentum is coming.

It was getting dark.

And this grand ceremony also kicked off.

As the first soprano took the stage, the whole room gradually fell silent, except for the sound of the water flowing from the fountain.

The elegant tones open up a gentle rhythm, and the soprano holds syllables, slowly singing the love story of Orion and the aristocratic girl.

The singing is set off by the plot, sometimes as soft as a lover's caresse, and sometimes fierce as the drumbeat of the battlefield.

When the expelled and hunted hunter mistakenly kills the girl who is chasing her, the whole music reaches a climax, with a very high pitch with an incredible trill, which vividly portrays the hunter's sadness and shame.

With Orion's death, the music waned again and calmed down.

“…… Bang bang bang ......"

Amid fierce applause, the soprano salutes and withdraws.

"Not bad." Chen Yin sat in the audience and applauded her gently. Her interpretation of this song reminded Chen Yin of the shock when she watched "Aria of the Night Queen" for the first time.

However, opera is just like that, long, dull, plot-based and weak-toned, how can pop music sound pleasant?

The bard's narrative style, which is a form of singing and telling stories, has long since withdrawn from the stage of history, and has become a niche hobby for people to show off their cultivation and the thickness of their wallets.

The next few bards who played and sang at the same time, with their old-fashioned chivalric novels, how could they attract Chen Yin's attention?

So Chen Yin was not so much watching the opera as staring at the inconspicuous book with a gray cover high in front of the stage.

Next, the bards and singers go up and down, each performing for an average of more than 20 minutes.

The whole event culminated in a tenor who gave the flowery tenor a standing ovation for one minute.

The tenor saluted and left, but the opera house was not quiet, and the people were still talking about the story of the music, whether the knight with the sword had killed his wife, and whether he had won the war.

"It seems...... It's my turn. Chen Yin patted his ass and stood up, looked at the dense crowd of people, and jumped onto the stage with an arrow step.

Because he was the last to sign up, Chen Yin's ranking was naturally at the end.

When Chen Yin stood on the stage, the disturbing discussions gradually quieted down.

Place the wooden box on the table, press the mechanism, and the delicate metal buckle pops up.

"Click."

The sound of the metal buckle bouncing echoed through the silent stage.

The perfect echo and sound gathering effect, I don't know how much craftsmanship it took to make this stage without sound effects clear to hundreds of listeners.

The sound of wood rubbing against cloth.

A brand new, never-before-seen piano was removed from the case.

"What's that?"

"Haven't seen it, a variant of the lute?"

"Shh......h

“……”

After a commotion, the opera house fell silent again.

Usually at this point, the singer or bard will begin to introduce the gist of his story, so that the audience can understand what he is going to say. After the audience knows the storyline and understands the story, they will naturally have some expectations.

For example, rescue the princess, kill the enemy Ra, and so on.

But Chen Yin didn't have this step.

He sat down directly on the high chair, gently plucked the strings a few times, and silently tuned the syllables.

"Don't have a synopsis?"

"We don't know what to talk about if we don't introduce it, so how can we listen to it?"

"yes......"

"Shh......h Maybe I'll talk about it in a moment? ”

"Listen quietly."

“……”

The whispering buzzed again, and then gradually fell silent.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the stage, Chen Yin finished adjusting the strings, moved slightly on the high chair, found a comfortable position, and played the first note with the guitar in his arms.

Crisp guitar strings weave in mid-air into the familiar prelude of Hotel California.

The reverberation of the convergence is there, and the light string notes become thicker.

The brisk prelude slowly progressed, allowing the audience full of doubts to gradually settle down.

"On the dark desert road,

A cool breeze blew through my hair.

Intense aroma of ale,

Fill the air.

……”

I have never heard this style of music, and I have never experienced such a eloquent narrative technique, so that everyone really let go of the prejudices in their hearts, and gradually attracted by the vague and psychedelic storyline in the song.

In order to adapt to the culture here, Chen Yin slightly modified the lyrics.

"I saw a faint fire,

My head is getting heavier and heavier,

The vision also became blurry and I had to stop,

Find a place to spend the night.

……”

When the catchy lyrics of "Welcome to Hotel California" were repeated, the audience's emotions were gradually aroused.

Whenever Chen Yin sang "Drink to Hotel California", the audience under the stage would whisper: "What a beautiful place, what a lovely face." ”

“……

You can stay whenever you want

But you can never leave! ”

After singing the last line, the guitar's voice faded.

Chen Yin exhaled lightly, stood up and saluted, then turned around and put the guitar back into the case.

"It's over!? That's it?! ”

Indeed, this song is only about 7 minutes from beginning to end, which is too short compared to 2 or 30 minutes of "pop" music.

"Is he drunk?"

"What is Hotel California? Is there such a hotel? ”

"Who are the people who are slashing each other in the guest room?"

"Is the protagonist dead at the end??"

“……”

When the afterglow of the piano sound had not disappeared, the audience who was reminiscing about the plot finally couldn't help the doubts in their hearts and asked Chen Yin a question loudly.

There was a second one, and gradually the whole opera house became noisy again.

Faced with one question after another, Chen Yin smiled, did not speak, picked up the guitar case and jumped off the stage, found an unobtrusive corner and sat down, and continued to stare at the gray book placed high in front of the stage.

"Silence! Quiet! All of you here are people with status, what kind of system is such a noise! A noble lady went up to the book and struck the table hard.

“……”

The crowd seemed to recognize their gaffe, apologized to each other, and then returned to the stage.

"Now I would like to ask the Duchess to read out the winner! Whoever wins the championship will have the honor of hand-handing over the book to the prince they serve! This will be the first time in the history of the Mogot Empire that an heir will be determined by artistic cultivation! Rejoice!! ”

Dressed in a bright red dress, the young Aishalamor stepped out from behind the stage......

"Oh!!"

"Love Shalamour!"

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you're still so young!!"

"Love salad! Love salad! ”

"It's really her!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Warm applause rang out.

When the duchess appeared, the atmosphere of the audience suddenly exploded, and everyone gave a standing ovation inexplicably! And at this time, the duchess didn't even say a word!

Ai Sha Lamur smiled slightly, and suddenly the whole scene was a little out of control, every time Ai Sha La's hand waved and greeted, the gradually thinning applause would become violent again! The applause lasted for nearly 10 minutes!

When people finally get tired, Aisala gets a chance to speak.

“…… Thank you for your continued support, today's event is not only musical, but also a grand event authorized by our Emperor Mogot. Next I declare...... The winner is an artist sponsored by Aemond————"

"Shut up! ! ”

Just as Aishara was about to announce the winner, a rude shouting suddenly interrupted her.

"Bang!"

The door to the opera house was slammed open, and William burst in with a warrior armed with a great axe!

"How can you be here!" Love Sala Moore raised his eyebrows.

"Shut up! Cheap-man! It's not your turn to decide our family's affairs! William gave her a vicious look, walked straight to the front of the high platform, picked up the "Biography of Ivan", and said disdainfully: "Just this bad book from a thousand years ago wants to decide the throne?" ”

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, William casually threw the "Biography of Ivan" into the fountain in front of the stands.

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There was only 3000, and I originally wanted 4000, but I didn't write it out (▔,▔)