It has not been seen for many years, and the Chant Hall is still as extravagant and ornate as it is, very different from the popular architectural style in Rentat.

In the foyer, the waiters greeted the nobles, musicians, and musicians who had come to the concert, and he seemed a little relaxed when the time for the concert was approaching and the carriages coming from a distance were becoming scarce.

For an ordinary citizen like him, it was a very rare opportunity to be able to serve as a waiter in the Chant Hall, and if he performed well, it was easy for him to be valued by any nobleman or musician, so as to get a better job, and because of this, he was cautious in the face of these guests, and did not dare to come out at all, for fear of making a mistake.

"The concert is about to begin...... he saw the young musicians coming out of the small foyer to welcome the audience while arranging their bow ties and walking backstage, suddenly more relaxed, this is a knee-jerk reaction from often participating in such occasions, "The weekly Chant Hall concert is really full, there are few empty seats, it is worthy of the highest temple of music, but if there is another crazy grand scene in the city seven or eight years ago, I don't know how many years it will take to wait for the road......"

Seven or eight years ago, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, and that scene left an indelible impression on him.

I don't know if Lu Dao is also so obsessed with music in other capitals, but Big Brother Borg always mysteriously says that this is because Aalto has too few ways to entertain him...... What other entertainment can we have for ordinary civilians?" thought to the waiter when he saw that the concert was about to begin.

Jingling. A crisp sound pulled him back from his realm, and a horse with a bell towed a pumpkin carriage to the front of the foyer.

"The carriage made of pumpkins ......" The waiter thought that this should be a very strange and strange thing, but why did he think it was normal?

He didn't have time to think about it when he saw a gentleman in a tuxedo step down from the pumpkin carriage, then stretched out his right hand and let a lady in a purple court dress help him down.

"Ma'am, sir, are you here for Mr. Francisco's concert?" asked the waiter respectfully.

"Yes, take us in and give us two more places. Lucien commanded in a normal tone.

The waiter quickly turned around. led the two of them into the hall. I vaguely felt that I had forgotten something important, such as their tickets, such as the statement that the Chant Hall never added a place?

"What's the pumpkin carriage?" Natasha said amusedly and curiously about the short journey.

Lucien flexed his right index finger and tapped his chin, "Don't you think this is very fairytale?"

With that said, he changed the subject. Look at the circular chant hall. Sighed softly: "Actually." I'm more familiar with the stage above than the audience below. ”

“...... I have no experience performing in the Chant Hall. Natasha said with regret that this was mainly due to her status restrictions at the time.

The waiter somewhere did he find two chairs and placed them on the edge of the back row. The musicians there also turned a blind eye to this, as if it were something to be taken for granted.

Once Lucien and Natasha were seated, the concert officially began, and today's musician, Francisco, walked up to the front desk in a crisp black tuxedo and saluted first to the box and then to the audience below.

He has a high nose, thin lips, slightly high cheekbones, and is a young musician in the typical style of the Holy Heltz Empire.

"I used to listen to it in that box...... Well, Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz ......" Natasha looked at the box, reading out an acquaintance Lucien knew.

Lucien also saw Elena, Grace, Phyllis and the others in front of him, and smiled: "They may never have dreamed that we would listen to the same concert with them at such a close distance." ”

He had no idea of meeting them, which would disrupt their quiet and normal life.

Francisco raised his baton, and both Lucien and Natasha quieted down, listening attentively to his music, which, according to the repertoire, was a symphony called "Growing Up".

The music begins with a questioning tone, as if seeking the meaning of life, and then, on top of this theme, the melody changes slightly, showing a picture of youth, full of vigorous vitality, and then the melody changes again, and the warm, sweet love seeps into the hearts of every listener.

In the melody, every listener seems to revisit their childhood, youth and first love, which is bright and sunny that no amount of sorrow can hide, but the melody has a deformation, the various instruments become rapid and intense, the drums roar, the strings are sharp, and the brass whistles, together creating a scene of lightning and thunder, and violent storms, which is like the inevitable difficulties and setbacks in the course of life, making people feel nervous, painful and melancholy.

However, after the storm, the sky is bluer and the sun is brighter, indicating that the suffering of the world will eventually pass, and the life of suffering will be more meaningful.

The melodious "shepherd's flute" sounds, and this tranquil life reaches its extreme, and the music soon becomes a battle march, heralding the next challenge, but full of confident power.

"Very good music, but it seems very different from a normal symphony. After the music ended, Natasha applauded and had questions.

Lucien smiled, and Aalto's symphony still developed this branch: "The symphony of a single movement is more like a poem, and the complete symphony is more focused on structural form, while its structure is more free, focusing on its own ideas and contents......"

When the musician in front heard the discussion between the two in the back, he couldn't help but feel the urge to show off, and turned around and said: "You don't know about the 'symphonic poem' created by Mr. Francisco? ”

Lucien and Natasha glanced at each other, she was busy with the study of arcane and magic, dealing with the affairs of the Council and the Atomic Research Institute, while she was immersed in the tempering of her knightly strength, and she also had to deal with the affairs of the kingdom. Although he also pays attention to Aalto's musical development, he is also the kind of person who only knows about it once a month, and naturally does not know the hottest topics.

After the musician finished speaking, he also said appreciatively: "But even if you don't know the symphonic poem, sir, you have said nothing wrong with its characteristics, and it is not at all like the person who heard it just now, which shows that you have extraordinary musical attainments, I wonder if Lu Dao is a musician from other countries?"

"I didn't belong to any musicians' associations, I just studied music myself. Lucien replied half-vaguely that "Dead Man" would automatically disqualify him from membership in the Aalto Musicians Association.

The musician didn't ask. Instead, he took advantage of the break between the two works to introduce the two to symphonic poems. Francisco was introduced: "...... A musician from the Holy Heltz Empire, he studied with Maestro Christopher for two years, and has recently made a name for himself with his bold innovations and passionate piano playing, which is best known for his symphonic poem "Growing Up......"

It looks like after Sylvia's death. Master Christopher had the idea of re-teaching a student. Both Lucien and Natasha were very relieved about this.

“...... His musical talent is outstanding. You should have heard the symphonic poem just now, and it is enough to become a classic! After the death of Maestro Evans, people in other countries thought that Aalto's concerts were gradually declining. Aalto's musical bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation, with the atmosphere of the whole city, the legacy of one great master, and the growth of new great musicians, as Mr. Francisco proves. ”

The musician had probably been stimulated a little bit by it, and spoke very excitedly, looking at Lucian and Natasha with burning eyes, hoping to get their approval.

Lucien smiled, solemnly and leisurely, "Yes." ”

"yes. Natasha was pleased.

After the concert was over, the musician wanted to talk to the two nobles behind him who had a very high level of music, but when he turned around, he saw only two empty seats.

"When will we be able to add seats to the Chant Hall?" he suddenly felt creepy.

"Wait, the two of them look a little familiar......" he thought to himself.

............

Latasha Palace, inside the "Corridor of Heaven".

Lucien and Natasha stood behind the arched windows, admiring the sunset and the crimson garden, all of which were reflected in the background by twenty-four giant mirrors made entirely of tiny lenses.

Natasha told Lucian about her memories of the "Corridor of Heaven", the "War Gallery", and the Palace of Latahya, and told the story of how she was famous for her strange powers when she was a child, and accidentally destroyed the mirror wall of the "Corridor of Heaven".

"Dinner has been enjoyed, the sun has set, it is time for us to go home, it is a good walk. She stretched out her arms in an unladylike manner.

Lucien nodded and looked at the other end of the Lata Xia Palace: "I don't even know who the current Grand Duke is, he was very low-key in the Vaorit family at the beginning?"

"Because he didn't think at all that he would inherit the throne, but I think it was only temporary, and our children, grandchildren, or other descendants would always return to the throne. "Natasha is very chivalrous.

After leaving the Latahya Palace, Lucien and Natasha walked towards the city walls, when a cardinal emerged from the nearby noble villa, who seemed to be their acquaintance Gosset.

As they prepared to leave, Lucien and Natasha only changed their faces slightly, and did not hide their breath, and Gosset's pupils suddenly paused while walking, and her pupils constricted like the eye of a needle.

"Lucien Evans...... Natasha Vaorit ...... "He found that his breathing was interrupted, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and he wanted to run away but couldn't, and he didn't use magic when he wanted to, and his leg muscles trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he saw Lucian looking over with a smile on his face, his black pupils were as deep as a lake, and he was suddenly frightened like falling into an ice cave, and he didn't dare to move, and the cold sweat on his forehead was densely secreted.

I don't know how long it took for him to see the two of them out of his sight, so he gasped for breath and contacted Cardinal Philippe: "Your Excellency Cardinal, I saw Lucien Evans and Natasha Vaorit, it's still too late to open the Aalto Divine Defense Array!"

As he spoke, he realized that his voice was so hoarse, like an ascetic who hadn't spoken in a hundred years.

Filibel was stunned for a moment, and soon sensed the figures of Lucian and Natasha with the help of the Divine Array, they were slowly approaching the city wall, and in front of them was a vast and boundless universe.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Gosette solemnly:

"You've Got the Wrong Person!" (To be continued......)

PS: PS: A small sentence:

Legend has it in Aalto that the ghost of the great musician Lucien Evans, who loved music so much that he hovered the Chant Hall, applauded in the back row whenever a brilliant new musician and a truly classic work appeared.

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