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Lucian's low chuckle did not attract the attention of others, for they had already begun to discuss the new piano sonata signed "Moonlight" by the famous musician Mr. Lucian Evans, and to discuss the serene melodious and unconventional first movement, the sound of which was noisy and boisterous, drowning out all other anomalies.

"Mr. Wise, it looks like you like the first movement of 'Moonlight', why don't we go to the piano room and try to play it?" Casper saw that it had been rude for Wise to be in the hall, so he invited him upstairs.

Wise nodded lightly and smiled, "Mr. Casper, you are really good at understanding other people's minds, and I am now trying to practice this beautiful and soothing "Moonlight". ”

With Wise's permission, the so-called "musicians" and musicians of the Corser-City Musicians Association immediately surrounded him and walked towards the staircase.

Betty smiled apologetically at Lucian, "Mr. Evans, I want to go up and listen to Mr. Wise play "Moonlight", so I won't stay with you." Otherwise, don't write a letter and go up and listen to it, this is a rare opportunity!"

"Yes, Mr. Evans, let's go and listen. Joanna and Simon held hands, equally excited.

Lucien shook his head and said, "Writing letters is more important to me. ”

Joanna and Betty sighed at the same time: "It's a shame. They began to think that Mr. Evans, as a knight of a certain princess, must have seen many wonderful musicians, which is why he was so calm in the face of Mr. Wise.

Seeing Simon's family quickly follow Wise as they walked up the stairs, Mars also said apologetically to Lucian, "Mr. Evans, hehe, I mean the famous musician Lucian? Mr. Evans's "Moonlight" is very good for my hearing, so I plan to go up and listen to Mr. Wise while reading the score." He surpassed all the musicians and musicians in the city of Corser. Mr. Evans, you write a good letter. Just leave it to Chriss, and I'll arrange the rest of the work. ”

"Then please Mr. Mars. Lucien watched Mars leave without paying attention. Since there were no other tables and chairs in the hall, he stood directly by the counter. Spread out the letter paper and start writing with the ink here.

Chrissy looked at the staircase in disappointment, and sighed helplessly, "Why do I have to stay here?" Then she fidgeted and walked around behind the counter.

Lucien was completely blind to her performance. I conscientiously wrote down my experiences of the past two months on a letterhead, mainly focusing on the scenery along the way, the customs of various countries, and the monsters and robbers I encountered, and I wrote seven or eight pages before I stopped.

Seal so many pages of stationery. Lucien took a pen and wrote the address of John's family on the front of the envelope, then set it aside and moved on to the next letter.

As long as Lucien signed the front of the envelope and stamped it, the Aalto Musicians Association would naturally help him deliver it to John's house, and this was the treatment of musicians. And if it is not signed and sealed, the only belonging to this inexplicable letter from a person who is not an insider of the association is the trash can.

The second letter was addressed to Natasha, and Lucien added to the first one different folkloric music experiences from different places on his travels. So he wrote more than twenty pages, and Chrissy, who had nothing to do, couldn't help frowning: "This gentleman is really good at nonsense, he can write so many pages." ”

At the end of the writing, Lucien thought about it for a moment and added with a smile: "Your Royal Highness Princess, your birthday is coming. But I'm in another country, so I can only bless one word in advance. ”

Packing the letter, Lucien wrote on the front only "Natasha Vaorit", because she did not need an address to send it, and the Othello Council of the Society was more than happy to take the opportunity to visit the Lataxia Palace.

Continuing to spread out the letter, Lucien began to write the third letter, which was not for the other friends—they could see the first letter from John, but was going to be sent to President Christopher.

Seeing that Lucien had not stopped writing, Chrissy couldn't close her mouth a little, and her expression was very helpless......: "How many letters does this gentleman want to write?

After several pieces of letter paper were written, Lucien was still struggling to write, and Chrissy, who was very bored and slightly curious, couldn't help but walk to the side, relying on her ability to spell and recognize some words, and craned her neck to peek at the addresses of the two letters that Lucian had written.

"Purple Lily District No. 154 John ...... I don't know. Chrissy looked at the one that was obviously several times more words, and then looked at the other one, "Natasha Vaorit, Natasha Vaorit...... Natasha Vaorit?

"Could it be that Natasha Vaorit?!"

Natasha's name often appears in the "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald", so it is familiar to people in the musicians' associations of other countries, and it is considered famous, and Valorit's surname is very special and very rare, so Chrissy directly thinks of the princess.

"What does this gentleman have to do with Princess Valorit and Countess Violet?" Surprise and curiosity drove Chrissy to speculate about Lucian's identity, "Wait, Mr. Mars called him Mr. Evans just now?!Mr. Lucian?Mr. Evans?!!"

There are many people with the surname Evans, Chrissy herself has seen more than a dozen in Corser, and the name Lucien is even more uncommon, and the combination of the two is quite ordinary, but there is only one Mr. Evans who can be connected with Princess Valorit and Countess Violet!

Chrissy's pink mouth opened into a circle and could not be closed, and countless voices in her heart shouted: "Is he the same Mr. Lucien Evans?!

Moving little by little, Chrissy slowly moved to Lucien, who was writing with a quill, intending to peek at the contents of his letter to make sure.

She moved cautiously, took a step and stopped for three seconds, stretched her neck and squinted her eyes to see if Lucien had noticed that she was like a thief, and her cautious, curious, and expectant look was very cute.

With Lucien's mental power and intuition, how could he not detect Chrissy's secret little movements. I felt a little funny, but I thought that I would have to sign and seal it when I waited, so I didn't stop her.

"Huh. Mr. Wise, you have mastered the first movement of "Moonlight" in just a few repetitions, and you are truly a musical genius. Casper's loud praise came from the top of the staircase.

Betty's sweet voice echoed: "Mr. Wise's playing is not skillful, but beautiful. The delicate and soft melody completely touched our hearts. "She doesn't know much about music, and it's just a few compliments over and over again.

Wise smiled, "It's Mr. Lucien, Mr. Evans's music is so well written, so moving." I was able to reach my full potential, but I was just getting started on my music and piano path. ”

"You're already a great musician, hehe. Mr. Evans only wrote the first movement, Mr. Wise, why don't you try to write the next two movements? "Caspar is a ruined nobleman, his own musical talent is limited, and he can only rely on connections to be a council member in an ordinary city like Corser, and he is extremely flattering to face Wise, who has already made a name for himself in the capital, and if he can get to know one or two great nobles through him, then there is hope for his own restoration of the title.

Wise said gently with a smile, "Every piece of music has its own creative idea. I forced it to be reconciled with the first movement, Mr. Casper, don't mention it again. ”

"Hehe, it's Mr. Wise, you're too modest. Casper said with the others, and then he led Wise down the hall. Pointing outside, "I've prepared a villa for you, Mr. Wise, so that you can prepare for the concert with peace of mind." ”

"Your arrangements have always been so much to my liking, thank you, Mr. Casper. Wise didn't refuse, and the group headed for the gate.

At this time, Chrissy, who was already completely uninterested in Wise, finally moved to Lucien's side and stole a glance at what he had written.

The complex stave instantly stunned Chrissy's eyes, and she couldn't help but say a little sharply, "Lucian, Lucian, Mr. Evans!" The voice was excited and surprised and stuttered a little.

Having a relationship with Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha, also surnamed Evans, and writing musical scores, Chrissy is completely sure that the handsome gentleman in front of her is the famous musician Lucien Evans!

In the quiet hall, Chrissy's uncontrolled voice directly penetrated the space and reached the ears of Wise and the others.

Lucien Evans is not uncommon for them to stiffen up, but the mention of Lucien Evans in the Musicians' Guild undoubtedly brings to mind the famous musician, the gentleman who is fanatically sought after among the nobility of every country!

Mars looked back in confusion: "Chrissy, what are you talking about?"

Chrissy looked like she was about to jump up, and her mouth was full of Lucian: "He, he's Mr. Lucian Evans, Lucian Evans of Aalto!"

She seemed afraid of alarming Lucian, and tried to keep her voice down, but in the unusually quiet atmosphere, it was clearly audible.

"You say Mr. Evans is the same Mr. Evans?!" Betty asked with a blank expression and incredulous incredulity.

She spoke out of everyone's speculation, and the eyes of Casper, Wise, and the others were all focused on the counter, on Chrissy and Lucien, who seemed to be obsessed with writing.

Is it really Mr. Lucien Evans?

In the completely different expressions of the crowd, Chrissy nodded heavily and pouted forward: "Mr. Evans is composing music." ”

Blight, Betty ran over first, looking at the envelope in Lucian's calm gaze, although she couldn't read the complicated staves, she always felt very powerful. She clutched her chest and asked excitedly, incoherently, "Mr. Evans, are you really Mr. Evans?"

"Didn't I say it a long time ago, I am a quasi-knight of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Lucien replied with a smile, and then wrote the last few verses of music.

Hearing Lucien's affirmative answer, Betty and Chrissy seemed to be about to faint, and Joanna and Simon seemed to be still dreaming, they really couldn't connect the powerful Mr. Evans with the great musician.

Wise's face turned pale, and although he was only habitually modest and low-key, he always felt a little embarrassed to think of performing like that in front of such a famous musician one after another.

Caspar left Wise and hurried to Lucian's side, "Mr. Evans, what do you need?"

"Wait, please register my score. Lucien had thought of his plan before he spoke, lest someone open his letter halfway.

"Of course there is no problem!" Casper flattered.

Mars also leaned over and smiled enthusiastically, "It's so ignorant and fearless to talk so much about music in front of you, Mr. Evans. Hehe, are you writing the second and third movements of the moonlight?" he saw the familiar melody on the first page of the letterhead.

"It's just a record of what has been written. Lucien finished writing the piece and concluded with the words: "Please Mr. Christopher, you will arrange the July issue of the Music Review, and it must be published on July 30." ”

Seeing Lucien finish writing, Caspar hurriedly said, "I'll have someone register right away." By the way, Mr. Evans, could you be invited to a concert in Corser?"

"I have something to do, and I'm going to leave soon. "Lucien prepares to leave Corser, and secretly return to the feast of death. (To be continued.) )