- The first few chapters of the second part miscalculated the data, and Lucien has actually been away from Aalto for just over two months, which has already been corrected. == My math teacher cried.

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The interior of Baron Habero's castle, a building from the late period of the War of the Dawns, also inherits the distinctive features of this style, with a large and solemn hall and narrow and high windows, which together create a dark and mysterious atmosphere.

"Your Excellency the Baron is waiting for your distinguished guests in the small dining room on the second floor. Kailin stretched out her right hand and smiled and pointed to the staircase at the edge of the hall, "The hall on the first floor is mainly used for balls and village courts. ”

Lucien has been a princess advisor for half a year, and he is no stranger to all kinds of occasions and all kinds of etiquette, so he smiled and walked slowly to the stairs behind Kailin's well-maintained back. Wise seemed to have experienced similar feasts from time to time, and seemed calm and indifferent, while Betty looked at the hall large enough for hundreds of people to hold a ball, sticking out her tongue secretly, and even her calm sister and brother-in-law couldn't help but look around.

Up the stairs is a long corridor where the candlesticks on either side have been lit, illuminating the gloomy evening surroundings and reflecting the dim candlelight of the portraits of Barons Habero hanging on the two walls.

"It was the first Baron Habero, who was knighted for the later Dawn War. Their family has a powerful bloodline and is said to have the ability to petrify themselves and others. Simon whispered to Lucien that Baron Habero's heroic deeds were widely known in the Principality of Djibouti.

Lucien was slightly stunned and looked at the oil paintings on both sides: "Is it a contact attack, or a long-range attack?"

Brief and professional question, Simon became more and more convinced that Lucien was a noble young master with good and formal knightly training: "Mr. Evans, I was not yet born when Baron Habero was active. The Bard's story has a description of everything. ”

Nodding slightly, he didn't ask again. Lucien continued to follow behind Kaylin, who seemed to hear nothing.

The oil portraits of Baron Habero are lifelike, passing through them and giving the illusion of being watched. It's intimidating.

After walking a short distance, Kailin pushed open the door on the left.

Two iron-red wooden doors slowly parted to reveal a dining room decorated with gold and luxury.

Deep in the dining room is a long dining table with delicate white porcelain cutlery, cutlery and candles. Several well-dressed servants stood against the wall. In addition to the dining table, there is a small indoor band that plays melodious music, which makes the atmosphere of the banquet elegant.

Soldiers were guarded on both sides of the gate. They just took away the long swords and other conspicuous weapons that Lucien and the others were carrying, and did not pay any attention to the daggers and other things that might be hidden.

A black-haired old man approached surrounded by several attendants, dressed in the brown robes that were popular during the Dawn War, his face was ruddy, and he walked calmly and vigorously, with only a few wrinkles on his statue-like simple face, and he was completely unrecognizable that he was in his seventies.

"Welcome to my guests. Your presence has re-energized my dying old fellow. Baron Habero welcomed in a loud voice, his gray-white eyes were not cloudy at all, and only the middle finger of his right hand was wearing a turquoise jade seal ring, simple and generous.

"Thank you for the invitation, Lord Baron. "Led by Lucien. Everyone returned the salute in unison.

Baron Habero looked at Lucien intently: "You should be Mr. Evans, right? Yes, young and handsome, with extraordinary strength, his arms and legs contain great strength. ”

As he spoke, he seriously looked at Lucian's arms, chest, thighs, and face, and saw that Lucian's heart was furious: "This old guy can't be a man-loving man, right?"

Just as Lucien was about to stop him by the disgusting sensation he saw, Baron Habero finally turned his head and beckoned the others, starting with Wise, then Simon, then Joanna.

When the last one greeted Betty, Habero began to look up and down again, like a purebred pervert, seeing Betty's eyes round and about to explode.

Habero also seemed to realize his gaffe, and said with a smile: "Please forgive my faux pas, because my body and spirit have aged for a long time, and whenever I see such energetic and promising young people as Mr. Evans and Miss Betty, I can't help but recall myself as an adventurer." At that time, I also had such strong, flexible hands and feet, and such healthy, vigorous skin. Wait, let's make a toast to the young!"

A reasonable explanation, Betty put away her anger, and Lucien also dispelled Baron Habero's suspicion that he liked men, but there was still a little inexplicable feeling, and there was a faint depression.

Under the guidance of Lady Kaylin and the waiter, Lucien and the others sat down on either side of the table.

"Lord Baron, why didn't you see your butler, Mr. Cook?" asked Lucien, slightly puzzled, after laying out his napkin.

When a normal aristocrat entertains a guest, it should be the butler who is responsible for the details, not the housekeeper's wife. Although it is not surprising that the housekeeper's wife helped arrange it when there are female guests, it is very rude that the housekeeper has not appeared. As a competent and etiquette guest, you must ask the host at this time. Of course, the reason why Lucien asked this was mainly because of the faint depression in his heart, wanting to find out what was wrong.

Baron Habero's face swayed in a dark color in the candlelight in front of him: "Hehe, Cook is just out on an errand, and he will be back tomorrow morning." If you, Mr. Evans, would be willing to let me entertain you one more day, you should be able to see him. ”

After speaking, he pointed to an old-fashioned old man who came over after playing the piano and said, "This is my music advisor, Mr. Mars, a famous musician in the city of Coser. ”

Although the musician Mars looked less than sixty years old, he had significantly more wrinkles on his face and gray hair on his head than Baron Habero, who was in his seventies.

After greeting each other, Mars couldn't help but complain: "Lord Baron, this 'piano' you bought is not comparable to a harpsichord. The sound quality is not good enough......"

Nearly a year later, the piano became popular among wealthy families on the mainland, and even Baron Habero, a nobleman near the mountains, began to chase the trend.

In the midst of a series of complaints, Betty suddenly interjected: "Actually, Mr. Mars, you didn't make good use of the pedals. ”

She didn't like to be criticized for Mr. Lucien Evans' musical instruments.

Mars frowned: "This lady, it's better not to speak nonsense if you are not a professional in music matters." I don't think I'm not using pedals. "He has a good demeanor, no direct criticism, just a little arrogance.

"That's not what I said. Mr. Wise told me what he had just told me secretly. He's a very musician-accomplished gentleman!" Betty betrayed Wise without hesitation.

Mars turned his gaze to Wise, seeking his explanation.

Wise smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Actually, I don't know much about music, I've only been studying piano recently......" He talked about professional theories, and people other than Mars and Lucien were dizzy.

Lucien took the white water and listened with interest. These controversies were the subject of many of Aalto's newspapers, but were eventually shattered by the success of his own concert as a solo piano.

"Hey, the era of symphony seriousness and formality is over, it was really a glorious and splendid era. The frantic applause and the countless crowds at the Aalto Festival when the symphony was officially confirmed, I will never forget that there will never be such an exciting scene again. Mr. Christopher, Mr. Leandro, Ms. Rania and Mr. Ionescu...... So many great musicians have collectively propped up an era that cannot be surpassed, but it is a pity that such an era has come to an end as if it was inevitable that each of us will die. "In the debate. Baron Habero expressed his opinion with emotion. He had also been to Aalto before.

Betty immediately responded: "I don't think it's an unsurpassable era. New music, new genres, countless possibilities, now is the time when music is at its most vibrant! Even Mr. Christopher has embraced the theme music, and Mr. Evans is no worse than those great musicians! The old era is over, and there is no pity!" She completely forgot that there was a baron opposite.

So before dinner, except for Lucian. Everyone joined in the argument and it became more and more intense.

At the end of the day, everyone turned their heads to stare at Lucien and asked in unison:

"What do you think, Mr. Evans?"

Lucien thought for a moment and considered his tone: "Hehe, Lord Baron, the reason why you feel that the past era cannot be surpassed is because you participated in that era and experienced that period of glory firsthand, and denying that era is actually equivalent to denying your decades of preferences, participation and investment. What you love and miss is actually your life when you were younger. Mr. Wise, Betty, you are the same. ”

"Change and development are the main themes of any era, and whether it is good or bad is probably the most appropriate to leave it to a few hundred years later. ”

The argument of impartiality and shelving the argument temporarily quelled the argument, and Baron Habero could not help but sigh: "Mr. Evans, you have a point, people always like to remember when they are old. ”

Mars was still a little unrelieved: "I don't want to mention whether the music is good or bad, but Mr. Wise, can you play the piano once, so that I can know what I am not good at using pedals." ”

"Hehe, in fact, Mr. Mars, you can learn the latest piano music according to the score, and you will understand how to use the piano. I don't really know much about music. Wise modestly excused himself.

Baron Habero laughed and said, "I invited you, Mr. Wise, just to hear your performance, why don't you take this opportunity to show it?"

"Yes, Mr. Wise, play a piece of music. Betty was also in high spirits.

Seeing that everyone was asking, Wise shook his head with a wry smile helplessly: "Then I'll try." ”

He walked to the piano and sat down directly, calmed down a little for more than ten seconds, and then began to play.

"Pathétique?" the familiar melody sounded, and Lucien looked over with a smile.

I have to say that Wise does have a good ability in music, and he plays difficult music like "Pathétique" with ease, and the depression, lightness and outburst are handled very well, so that Betty, Mars and others listen attentively and attentively.

"Without emotional integration, the pathetic performance does pale in comparison. Lucien commented professionally, turning his head just in time to see Baron Habero's indescribably complicated expression.

The muscles of his face were slightly distorted, and a gray light flashed under his skin, as if he was suppressing some painful emotion, which made Lucian's premonition of bad luck come to the fore again.

As if sensing Lucien's gaze, Baron Habero reluctantly smiled, "Mr. Wise played very well. By the way, Mr. Evans, do you know Mr. Dowwise's full name?"

Lucien suppressed his doubts and vigilance: "Burt Wise." ”

"Bert Wise, the talented musician who came to the city of Corser?" Mars couldn't help but be surprised when he heard Lucian's reply, "no wonder he plays so well...... I thought he was just an ordinary young man who liked music......"

Betty's eyes brightened, and she didn't expect to meet a musician she liked: "Mr. Wise is amazing! But he's so modest and low-key that he always says he doesn't know much about music." ”

"Well, that's a musician. Lucien was a bit of a surprise indeed.

The mournful melody stopped, and Wise walked back to the enthusiastic applause.

He looked at Lucien with a "bitter" smile as he walked around the table, and spread his hands helplessly: "Actually, I really don't know much about music. ”

Lucien amusedly picked up the glass and held it up to him, "Me too." ”

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The conversation then shifted to Wise, and Lucien, who had a bad feeling in his heart, saw that dinner was about to begin, so he called the waiter and asked him to lead him to the bathroom. (To be continued.) )