The oil paintings of the twelve musicians are the twelve great masters of the Western countries.

At the forefront, the portrait is the Three Kings who inherited the glorious names of 'Bach', 'Mozart' and 'Beethoven', followed by Chopin, Haydn and Brahms after the Three Kings.

In addition to their near-earthly abilities, these great musicians, who inherited the name of the sages of the Dark Ages, wielded rather terrifying powers and techniques.

The power of some of them is not known because of the secrecy of the countries and the seclusion of the masters themselves. But some of these deeds are already well known.

For example, the forbidden score kept by Mr. 'Haydn', who was stationed in the Holy City all the year round, was "Genesis".

The last time Genesis was played was forty years ago.

The phenomenon called the 'Holy White Storm' has burst into the realm of humanity from the seas of the far north, passing through two countries along the way, completely wiping out most of their land and population. The ensuing tide of beasts wiped out one of the nations - when Mr. Haydn led the chants to the northern wall, and the power of Genesis drained all the aether within a thousand miles, crushing its eye in one fell swoop.

Followed by...... The power that was so large that it was beyond ordinary people's imagination burst into the fertile plains, and countless creation thunder fires burned it into a lava land, and the Moon Mountains were carved out by the remaining power to a huge gap, so that hundreds of millions of tons of seawater poured in, sinking most of the plains into the ocean for eternity.

To this day, it is a land of Ze there.

The city that once gathered the wealth of the entire continent is gone, and the sea is full of embracing bones.

It was a miracle of near-divine power, and once summoned by humans, it was impossible to control. The power of the weapon is so staggering that it can be a terrible loss for both sides, whether they win or lose.

Because of this, on the border between Anglo and Burgundy, there was never a battle between the two of them, Chopin and Brahms.

-- Unless both countries have the determination and the price to burn the jade.

It is said that in the East, the musicians of the 'Nine Emperors', who represent the strongest in the East, are so powerful that they cannot even seal themselves. They cannot stay in one place for long, or else a calamity known as the 'Heavenly Tribulation' will follow.

As the first person in the West, Mr. Bach, the Blue King, has been going deep into the dark world for many years, opening up the land for mankind, and has never returned to the hinterland of the civilized world after inheriting the holy name.

The pope of this generation, after inheriting the name of 'Beethoven the Red King', simply lived in seclusion in the Holy City, leaving all the religious affairs to the Cardinal Conference, and pouring all his heart and soul into the mission of 'guarding the abyss'.

As for the Yellow King Mozart...... He had been missing for many years, and no one knew where that genius young man was.

The twelve portraits are the twelve contemporary grandmasters, and more than four of them are blank, representing that no one is qualified to inherit the mission that the name represents.

Looking at the blank space, Ye Qingxuan only faintly felt a little sad.

If it hadn't been for that big change, that man would have been one of them, right?

－

－

"My Royal Highness, Mary, I was surprised that I didn't expect you to come. ”

In the corner, a white-haired old man saluted the blonde girl in front of him. The girl with a slender neck bowed in return, and her expression was dignified with a soft beauty.

She wore a long blue dress, her blonde hair was simply coiled behind her ears, and it was not like a party coming, but more like a girl walking in the park.

"This is not a formal meeting, please don't be restrained by the dean. ”

The girl's voice was soft, and she looked around, her eyes appreciative: "Although I came here because of other things, when I saw this admissions dinner, I also felt that many students would be the pillars of the future." ”

Mingming, the grade was about the same age as these students, or even younger, but when she spoke, she spoke with a natural tone, looking down from the top down.

"It's just a bunch of kids, and who knows in the future?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "But every time I see them, I always feel that I am old." ”

He sighed, "I'm not going to be honest, I've been scared three times by a drunken imp today." I'm going to ask the Director later if they've recruited the Persian Assassins as school workers?"

"You're serious. ”

Mary couldn't help but laugh softly: "However, the person who can scare the dean three times, I really want to meet." ”

At this moment, the soft music of the band finally stopped. Silence quickly returned to the hall in some of the hustle and bustle, and everyone looked into the corner in confusion.

As is customary, this is the time for the dean's speech. But the dean still had no intention of coming to power. He stood still, just sipping champagne.

"Dean, it's time for you to speak. Sidney reminded in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today, so I'm free from speaking. He looked at Sidney, who was stunned, "Why don't you go up and say a few words?"

Sidney was stunned: "Dean, you didn't say you wanted to ......"

"Gee, don't be too rigid. How can the idea that I came up with yesterday be taken seriously today? Besides, I am most annoyed by things like training. What if something is said that shouldn't be said?"

Maxwell waved his hand lightly: "Skip, skip, move on to the next link." Didn't you say today that there was a young man who was praised by Schumann? Some music, music! I love the sound of the piano. ”

Sidney was speechless, he only felt that he and the committee had been tricked by this guy again, as if he had seen a strong opponent's raised palm raised high and gently lowered, although it was not the expected slap, but it was infuriating.

But what can he do?

All those who regard this old guy as a thorn in their side can't do anything about him.

Because he was Maxwell, the guardian of Anglo's blood, the tyrant of the Royal Academy of Music, he had never given face to anyone, nor had he seen anyone's face since he was a young man.

Unscrupulous, maverick, do what you want, not afraid of messing up...... Mess around as he wants, but he doesn't care at all.

For decades, he held a firm grip on the House of Lords and supremacy in the school, even if the Empress ordered him to do so. is obviously a descendant of the nobility, but he has offended almost all the families, and even been absent from the round table for three consecutive years......

Sidney sighed, "Next link." ”

It's best that way, at least you don't have to worry about Maxwell making any moths when he speaks. Moreover, this time it was a one-man show arranged by the committee for Banner.

It's better to say that it is better without his mixing!

In order to train the next generation, the Adrian family provided a large amount of sponsorship from the noble council this time. Just thinking of this, Sidney's heart was hot, and he clenched his fists:

Banner, it's up to you this time!

In the midst of his expectant eyes, the blonde boy walked up to the stage in silence and stood in front of the piano.

In the midst of all the attention, he bowed slightly, his eyes swept over the audience with a cold eye, and he sat down in silence, his hands on the keys, and silently pressed down.

It was as if the sound of a crystal shattering sounded, reverberating crisply from under the keys, resounding in everyone's ears.

Outside the crowd, Maxwell's squinted eyes lifted.

He whispered, "Kind of interesting." ”

－

In an atmosphere of silence,

The notes seemed to echo in the air, and the small sounds turned into ripples that spread in all directions, and they collided with each other in the air, leaving an intoxicating resonance.

Soft voices spread in all directions, filling every inch of the Great Hall. It's like a gentle breeze blowing into every corner. The music gradually rose and spread like wisps, wrapping around everyone's breath.

Delicately swirling, haunting everyone's ears. Then as the tune slowly climbs, it turns into a thick echo.

Immediately after, the notes burst.

The heavy sound of the piano weighed on everyone's hearts, freezing like a flowing spring, and then shattering!

This is one of the many Marches that have been circulated on the continent, but it adopts the progressive format favored by the School of Change, from which the fugue is varied, but different from the unpretentious fugue. It can be soft at first, but the notes are bound to be continuous. Like a gentle tulle, layer by layer, in countless reverberations, it evolves into a frenzied tide, blatantly bursting the embankment.

It's just that few people can play such a piece of music so intensively. The notes jump back and forth between each part, repeating themselves, and the fleeting overlaps are like a raging storm, leaving no respite!

What was once a soft piece of music now brings a strong shock to the senses, leaving no place in this frenzy. Thoughts and feelings were swept away by the tide and rushed into the distance.

It wasn't until the last crisp recital that everything came to an abrupt end, and the notes that had once filled the heart slowly dissipated.

In the silence of the venue, only the candidates stared at each other in horror and gasped for breath.

Banner got up silently, bent slightly, and walked off the stage.

After a long time, the applause sounded like a torrential rain.

－

"Well done!"

Sidney cheered under his breath, almost dancing with his hands. He casually pulled the young waiter beside him, snatched the champagne from his hand and slowly poured himself a glass, and only after drinking almost all of it did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, felt that something was wrong, and looked at the waiter beside him suspiciously: "Have I seen you?"

Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly, his white hair hidden in his hat.

Sidney stopped looking at it and stuffed the champagne into his hand: "Don't be lazy, work hard!"

Ye Qingxuan snorted and quietly slipped away with the plate...... The devil knows if this bastard will let people beat him up if he finds out that he is mixed in, for the sake of a meal of sausages for Lao Fei, which is a big loss!

－

The back kitchen was still the sound of ping-pong dishes, and after Ye Qingxuan came back, he was pulled to the side of the sink to wash dishes. Soon, he heard John and a few handymen depicting the music in the hall in a colorful way.

"Brilliant performance, you know?" said the waiter on the shift, "I almost dropped my plate." ”

"It's so unexpected!"

"I was almost out of breath, and I was covered in a cold sweat when I listened to it. I didn't expect a student to be able to play so well. ”

"It's a pity, I'm busy. ”

The cook wiped her hands on her apron and looked depressed: "The fat man from the vice principal just came over to inspect, I really don't know what to think, and I even have to take care of the fruit bowl." Otherwise, I'd have gone too. ”

Ye Qingxuan watched them discuss from the side, and asked suspiciously: "It's just a piano, right?" ”

The cook and John looked at him, shook their heads and sighed.

"Little ghost, you'll understand when you grow up. ”

The cook reached out and rubbed his hair with her greasy hand, and sighed helplessly: "We civilians, we can only listen to the music of the wandering troupe and the shamisen in the tavern. If you don't work here and want to listen to piano playing, I'm afraid there is no hope for this life. ”

"It's a shame I didn't catch up, you guys!"

The cook muttered remorsefully, "I said it would be my turn today." ”

"Actually, I also learned a little bit of piano, if you want to hear it......"

In front of the sink, Ye Qingxuan tapped the plate in his hand with his knuckles:

"-I can play it to you. ”

－