- It's a lot late...... But it's still updated.,The third one is sent.,No broken promise!

It's already August 1st, please guarantee the monthly pass, and today I still work hard for three more. Of course, the first one was updated around noon, and I don't have time to write it now.

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Greenton looked back and saw the crowd in the dark, feeling extremely depressed and resentful, why could those dignitaries, those noble priests get an invitation without buying tickets?

He turned and looked up at the majestic and splendid Chant Hall, and for the first time felt that beneath its extravagant and splendid façade was the coldness of indifference and discrimination, which was clearly chanted only for a few nobles and clergy, and not open to the vast majority of the faithful.

Shaking his head bitterly, Greenton whispered inwardly: "Under the throne of the Lord, the godly lambs are all equal, but some are more equal. ”

Just as Glinton and most of the disappointed citizens and merchants were about to leave the Chant Hall and wait patiently for the song to be heard, a black dragon-scaled horse came running from the other side of the road, slowing down.

Then the knight on horseback shouted:

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Duchy of Vaorit, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha, Countess Violet, is impressed that music knows no class, no distinction between high and low, rich or poor, so that she has provided resources from the income of her own domain to the Church, and to open the magic array in the Municipal Square and the Chant Hall during the 'Return Concert of Mr. Lucien Evans', so that all music lovers can hear beautiful music in the City of Music!"

The noisy crowd fell silent suddenly, followed by a roar of cheers.

"Your Highness the Great Princess!"

"True God bless Your Highness!"

"Long live Your Highness the Princess! Long live Violet! Long live Vaorit!"

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Greenton, who was mixed in the crowd, couldn't help but raise his arms and shout a few times, finally not wasting his hard work to get to Aalto day and night.

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June 1, a joyous "festival", at least for the people of Aalto.

Backstage in the Chant Hall, Lucien, who had already greeted Archduke Vaorit, Princess Natasha, Master Christopher, President Othello, Teacher Victor and others, was making the most final preparations.

He was surrounded by Franz, his pupil Grace, the eunuch Fabrini, and several musicians he knew well—Lucien had chosen the orchestra he had worked with. But the chief is no longer the Rhine.

A little further away were the other musicians and choir children and eunuchs.

"Mr. Evans, I think I can already imagine the splendor of the Symphony in D minor. I can't wait to be on stage and praise God! It's the best music I've ever heard, and I'm afraid I'll be able to cry in the midst of that sacred and solemn atmosphere. Fabrini sang praise, and he wore a formal black tuxedo. He wears a red bow tie and his lips are as red as fire.

In the last few ensemble exercises, Fabrini had already felt the charm of this symphony in D minor, which Lucien Evans named "Ode to Joy". Therefore, he is full of emotion, and whenever he finds an opportunity, he will praise a few words.

Grace, who had not been able to attend the joint practice, looked at Lucien curiously: "Teacher, is this symphony really as beautiful as Mr. Fabrini said?

"Although there are different interpretations of different concerts in different moods, I think it is definitely an excellent work. Lucien smiled softly as if he were complimenting someone else.

Franz breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, I have always been worried that the symphony in E minor that preceded you, Mr. Evans, would be attacked by musicians and critics. Although I personally like this work very much, especially the melody at the beginning of the second movement, it is so free that it is completely beyond its current form. It's hard to get unanimous approval, but with the symphony "Ode to Joy" as the finale, everything is fine. ”

He also has great respect for "Ode to Joy".

"Music is an expression of inner feelings, and structure is only an aid, when it binds us to inspiration and creation. It is necessary to bravely abandon it and use a new structural form. Lucien talks about the transition from classical music to romantic music.

In fact, compared with many later works of Romanticism, Dvořák's Symphony No. 9 in E minor, "From the New World" (currently renamed "From the New World" by Lucien), is a folklore symphony with a less free structure and closer to the classics, after all, Dvořák himself was deeply influenced by classical music.

Hearing Lucien's words, Franz nodded thoughtfully, as if reflecting on the various problems related to structure in his past works.

Cellist Thomas chimed in: "The New Nation is a very, very beautiful symphony, even if it is criticized by musicians, it will be appreciated by everyone who knows how to listen to music, and time will make it shine as brightly as other great symphonies." And all of this comes from Mr. Evans's style of not sticking to structures, courageously changing, and the last "Ode to Joy" that touched my heart, I want to pay my respects to you, Mr. Evans. ”

He was sincere and sincere, believing that this concert would be an unprecedented success, and that each work would go down in history, so that the participants would also get more praise and money—after several concerts by Victor and Lucien in the Chant Hall, they were already known as the best orchestra outside the court band, and although it was expensive, the nobles and merchants still flocked to it.

Lucien smiled: "Thank you for your praise and praise, but everything will not be judged until the concert is over." Alright, it's time, it's time for us to go. ”

Then, Lucien added emotionally: "For the next four hours, let's forget everything and live for music!"

"As you wish!" all the musicians and choir members said aloud.

Lucien straightened his bow tie and picked up his baton, but before he could stand up straight, his whole body suddenly collapsed weakly and weakly, and at the same time coughed violently.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Evans?"

"Teacher?teacher?!"

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Nervous and worried voices rang out in the background, and Lucien gasped. waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable for a while, and I will recover soon." The members of the band went out to prepare first. ”

"Mr. Evans. Are you really okay?" the cellist Thomas, a strumpy bearded man, did not leave with the band with a big grin at this time, but carefully checked again.

Lucien took out a bottle of pink potion from his arms, raised his head and drank it, his face gradually turning from pale to ruddy: "Thomas." You see, I have potions. This little illness didn't bother me, and the concert was no problem at all. ”

Seeing Lucian's face recover. Speaking smoothly and without feeling weak, Thomas reassured himself and beckoned the band members to go outside to prepare.

When Thomas left, Fabricini asked softly, a little confused and worried, "Mr. Evans, you don't seem to be drinking a simple healing potion. A real cure can't get better so quickly, especially when it comes to diseases. "He was the leader of the church choir and was much more knowledgeable than anyone else.

Lucien seemed to have regained all his strength. Energetically, he straightened up his clothes that had been disheveled from the fall, and then looked at Fabrini firmly and gently, and smiled, "There is something else that will allow me to survive four hours." Rest assured, I will have a good rest and recuperation after the concert. ”

After speaking. Lucien picked up the baton and walked backstage calmly and gracefully, leaving only Franz, Grace, and Fabrini, who were not yet on their turn, to have their backs unusually tall but erect.

Fabrini didn't speak for a long time, and Lucien Evans's gentle, handsome, firm smile seemed to come to mind.

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In the Municipal Square, as Lucien walked to the center stage of the Chant Hall, there was a little sparse applause, then more and more enthusiasm.

Whether Lucien heard it or not, everyone was expressing their joy and cheers - half welcoming the talented musician and half thanking Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha for her kindness and generosity.

Never before in Aalto's history has a concert had such a surge of applause even before it began!

Standing at the edge of the square, looking at the crystal walls, Glynton felt sincerely happy and satisfied: "I can finally hear Mr. Evans play once, see his conductor once, and experience his works once!"

The repertoire has been released, starting with the familiar Symphony of Destiny, followed by solo Moonlight, Pathétique, and an improvisational piano passage, followed by the Symphony of the New Country, and ending with the Symphony in D minor, Ode to Joy.

The sonorous, short, and passionate familiar melody once again appeared in everyone's hearts as if it sounded in their hearts, and everyone quieted down, accepted the baptism of the musical feast, and forgot everything else.

When the "Symphony of Destiny" ended, Christopher smiled and said to Victor: "After three years of tempering, Evans's conducting is even better, no longer as crazy and uncontrollable as in the past, and can completely conduct according to his inner thoughts, excited when he should be excited, slow when he should be slow, receiving, receiving, releasing when he should receive." This is imbued with his unique passionate conducting style, truly showing the horror, madness, and uncompromising tenacity of difficulties and darkness when they strike, without detracting from the overall feeling of the piece. ”

In his opinion, Lucian's conducting style is no longer immature, but has matured thoroughly and is easy enough to match Destiny.

"He's a guy who never forgets to work hard. Hehe, among all the "Destiny" performances made, the spirit of never giving up and never giving in is only the two that he conducted the most obvious and impactful. Victor did not hesitate to praise his students.

After a break of more than ten minutes, the band left for a while, leaving only a black piano and Lucien in a tuxedo of the same color on the entire stage.

The light of the Divine Array converged and concentrated on his body, making him seem to have a faint halo.

Sitting in front of the piano, Lucien closed his eyes, it was a farewell performance, a real goodbye. It is impossible for me to stop the progress of arcane and magic, and sooner or later I will be really valued by the church and put into the purification sequence, so for the safety of my relatives and friends, I can only make a choice.

I don't know what choice Uncle Joel, Aunt Elisa, John, and Evan will make, I don't know if I can see Teacher Victor, Elena and others in the future, and I don't know if I have a chance to return to Aalto openly......

Perhaps, you can only wait until you become a high-level magician and look at them from afar?

An indescribable and uncontrollable sadness appeared in Lucian's heart, his hands pressed naturally, and the quiet and beautiful melody flowed soothingly, as if bringing everyone to the lake, to the shore of the cool breeze at night, and seeing the beautiful silver-white moonlight shining on the water, sparkling waves, they were so beautiful, so dreamy.

The peaceful, quiet atmosphere enveloped everyone, making them intoxicated and immersed, feeling a faint sweetness, and under the cover of sweetness, the melancholy was so sad, so obvious, that it was extremely moving.

Phyllis, whose mood became calm and low, suddenly felt Elena sitting next to her wipe the corners of her eyes, and whispered to herself: "I don't know what Lu Dao is for, I suddenly want to cry ......" (to be continued.) )