- I didn't ask for a monthly pass in the past two days, and I was pulled out of the fifteenth, and I asked for a monthly pass to support ~

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Purple Lily District, inside a nice civilian house.

Ryan walked to the dining table and found a stack of newspapers on the right hand side of his plate, and immediately asked his wife, who was busy preparing, "Didn't the Aalto Weekly come out yesterday? Why is it here again today?"

As a manager in a trading house, he needed to know all aspects of Aalto in order to cope with the purchase and sale of different goods, so he subscribed to the comprehensive Aalto Weekly Bulletin.

After his wife, Elena, had comforted her son, who was a few years old, and as she walked towards the kitchen, she replied in a very fast voice: "It is said to be a supplement." But I didn't know the words and didn't understand what was written on them. ”

After speaking, she hummed the lyrics of "Happy Angel is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth", and the atmosphere in the restaurant and kitchen immediately became cheerful, which made people full of good mood.

Ryan, who had hummed two sentences to his wife's singing, sat down majestically in front of his son and picked up the "supplement" of the Aalto Weekly Newspaper.

Starting from the lowest apprentice of the firm, although he was not the smartest and sharpest among the same batch of apprentices, but he was the most diligent and hardworking, relying on the persistence of refusing to admit defeat, he gradually got rid of the life of the poor, learned the written word, learned a lot of knowledge related to business, and slowly promoted to the current position of manager, with a happy family and a relatively comfortable living situation.

So, when I first heard the Symphony of Destiny. He felt that it was his own heart, his indescribable spirit, and it resonated strongly with the music, and even the family was crazy about Lucian Evans's music.

As the Aalto Weekly unfolded, Ryan saw a dark and solemn headline on the front page:

"Obituary".

Ryan only felt his scalp tingle, and thought to himself, "Which big man has been called by the Lord?" This will cause the sales volume or price of many goods to fluctuate greatly.

His gaze quickly moved down, and he saw rows of dark black lead characters that seemed to have a heavy and oppressive feeling behind him:

"An immortal music master, a great pianist and conductor, the founder and reformer of a musical era, and the guide, founder and perfecter of the current symphony development trend and structure. Mr. Lucien Evans, the musical genius beloved by the Lord. In the early hours of June 4th, he was called by the grace of the Lord with his unparalleled work. ”

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Seeing this paragraph, Ryan's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't connect the obituary with Mr. Lucien Evans, "Lord. He was so young. So talented. and lead the development of the Aalto music scene for another few decades!"

A little blurry vision moved down, and the rows of lead words pierced his heart like sharp arrows:

“...... Mr. Evans' life from the ghetto to the master of music was a life of never giving in and never giving up. It's a life of fighting, a glorious life!"

“...... Let us extend our deepest condolences and bless this darling of the Lord to continue to sing praises and praise the Lord on our behalf on the Heavenly Mountain. ”

Elena came out with breakfast, and when she saw Ryan's confused and sad face and red eyes, she was suddenly startled, and almost knocked the food to the ground: "Honey, what's wrong with you?

"I ...... Crying?" Ryan asked, confused and sluggish, only to feel his eyes swell and blur what he could see.

With a tick, he saw a tear fall onto the spread of the newspaper, and then it quickly spread, obscuring the eulogy of the musician and nobleman.

"I can't believe it's true, his passing is an irreparable loss to the entire music industry!" – Christopher.

Perhaps it was because his work was so good and his heart was so pure that he was favored by the Lord in advance. —Othello.

"He brought us the spirit and joy of never giving up, but left with nothing, I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help crying. —Phyllis.

"He has ascended to the Heavenly Mountain, leaving us with a symphony that is difficult to climb. The 'wealth' he gives us is not divided into high and low, rich and poor, as long as we have a grateful heart and an unyielding heart, we can harvest the most valuable things in life. If one day I die, I hope to be buried near such a great man. —Franz.

Ryan looked at the small cloud of water and subconsciously said to himself, "I actually cried......"

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Beside the gate leading to the market district in Adjan, there were piles of people, some sobbing alone, some mourning and silent.

There are also many girls who hug each other and cry, looking sad.

Betty, Joanna, and Simeone came out of the Bronze Crown Tavern to see this strange and solemn scene, and they found a notice on the wall.

Although they were illiterate, the words that were as dark as the background of a coffin made them understand that it was an obituary.

"What is it that makes the poor so sad because of the death of a great man?" Betty did not think that the death of a great nobleman, a great lord, or a cardinal could make the poor people of Adjean weep, unless there was a bronze fair.

Driven by intense curiosity, Betty asked the two gatekeepers, who were clearly sad, "My lords, what is the content of this obituary?"

The poor people of the district of Adjan were basically illiterate, so the two soldiers did not wonder about Betty's inquiry, and she called out sweetly, so one of them said kindly and solemnly: "It is the district of Adjan, no, Mr. Lucien, the pride of Aalto, who has been called by the grace of the Lord when he is seriously ill." ”

In addition to revealing to Lucian's friends, nobles, and official members of the Musicians' Guild that he was killed by the evil magician "Professor", the church asked Natasha to announce that Lucien had died of a serious illness, just like the previous incidents of the Silver Horn from ordinary people.

This is because the murder of an evil magician in the City of Chant by an evil magician who had just achieved brilliant success and who was loved by the majority of the Aalto people would make the followers of Aalto doubt the power of the Church. Doubt if they can protect themselves from evil as advertised.

If it weren't for the inability to solve the problem of the corpse and Natasha's insistence, the church would have wanted Natasha to completely hide Joel and the others.

Betty froze in place, feeling as if her soul had flown out of her body, and her whole body became very dazed.

"Betty, what's wrong?" asked Joanna with concern.

Betty burst into tears, hugged her sister's shoulders and sobbed loudly: "Evans, woo, Mr. Evans, woo, woo, sick and dead......"

Even if it's been honed for three years. She is also under the age of twenty. It's still a girl who hides a lot of emotional emotions.

Joanna couldn't believe what she had heard, that calm, wise, resolute and determined would-be knight die of a serious illness?

But Aalto's soldiers couldn't have joked about such a thing, so her eyes were red, and she patted Betty on the shoulder and said, "Don't cry." Mr. Evans was simply summoned by the Lord to Heavenly Hill in advance. Because his work is so good. You have to work hard. Don't disappoint Mr. Evans' expectations and strive to become a powerful knight. ”

"Yes. Betty nodded sadly.

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John rode a dragon-scale horse and led a group of squires into Aalto's gate facing the Black Forest of Melzer.

Aalto itself was the last major city before entering the Dark Mountains. So the distance to the Dark Mountain Fortress is not far away, and riding a dragon-scale horse is only a day's time to run at normal speed plus rest.

So, after learning from a letter from his family that his best friend who had been away from home for three years had returned to Aalto, John began to apply for an annual ten-day vacation to return to see old friends and spend time with his family.

Unfortunately, the Dark Mountain Fortress was strictly managed, and Natasha and Lucien were worried that John, who had official knightly strength, would notice something in the villa, so they pressed the approval of his vacation until the third day after the concert.

Dressed in the silver-gray full-body armor and purple cloak of the Violet Knights, John had bright blond hair, bright eyes, and a calm expression revealing a bit of joy.

Although he can occasionally get letters from Her Royal Highness the Princess, how can it compare to the joy of reunion after a long absence, especially when he heard that his friend's return concert was an unprecedented success along the way, and the "Ode to Joy" that seems to praise the Lord, praise joy, and praise unity makes people never get tired of listening to it, so he can't wait to wait anymore, if it weren't for the civilians on the streets, he would want to gallop home.

As he walked, John began to realize that something was wrong, and the streets were filled with sad and sad people, and his keen hearing heard the name of Lucien Evans repeatedly.

A bad premonition rose in his heart, and John's expression sank, and he ordered his attendants to inquire what was going on.

The question and answer between the attendants and the passers-by John was clearly heard:

"Master Evans has been called by the grace of the Lord ......"

With a snap, the whip that John was holding in his hand slammed to the ground with a crisp and loud sound.

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On this day, later in the Aalto Weekly Newspaper, it was written: "It was as if a great dark cloud of grief and sorrow had enveloped the whole of Aalto, and the people lost their joy and could not believe that the angel who was in charge of music could have died so young." ”

"It's the sadness of a city. ”

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Three days later, in the district of Adjean, the old house of Lucien.

A black hearse starts slowly under the pull of four bulls, and it will follow the life of Lucien Evans, from the Adjan district to the Gisu district, to the administrative district, and finally to the aristocratic quarter, enter the Golden Cathedral, and begin the official funeral.

John wore a dark black knight's gown, with a serious expression and a silent expression at the front of the hearse, behind him were the gloomy Joel, the crying sad Elisa, the red-eyed Evan and Elena and other Lucian's relatives and friends, and on the right were Victor, Othello, Phyllis and other Lucian's teachers, classmates, and colleagues in the music industry.

And Christopher and Natasha, one because of their age, and the other because of their own identity and "sake" that they are not yet formally related, are waiting in the Golden Cathedral.

The hearse was slow, solemn and silent, except for the low sound of crying.

A pauper, infected by the atmosphere and driven by the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for several days, spontaneously walked to the back and joined the team of soul guards.

With the example in sight, one by one the townspeople walked out of the streets quietly and sadly, following the hearse to escort Lucien Evans on the last ride. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )