Today's Natasha is wearing a plain all-black dress, with long purple hair pulled up and covered with a hazy black veil, revealing a slender and smooth neck, and the whole person looks sad and solemn.

She walked past Franz and walked straight to the stairs as if she didn't care about everything.

"What the hell is going on?" Franz asked himself again, a little worried, as he looked around.

The few people in the hall, including the young girl in charge of the reception, Polly, were at a loss, and they had no idea what had caused the future Grand Duchess, the current Countess Violet, to grieve so much.

Was the Grand Duke suddenly called by the grace of the Lord?

No, then she should have sent an obituary to all the nobles at once, and then Fuling went to the Golden Cathedral to be crowned by Cardinal Salde on behalf of the Pope, and when the funeral was over, she had to go to the holy city of Reims to worship the Pope, and there was no time to come to the Musicians' Association.

Is it the Northern Heretics who have breached the fortress and are about to enter Aalto?

No, she is known as the "real knight", she should be the first nobleman to lead the remaining Violet Knights to attack, not a coward who hides in the musicians' association and paralyzes himself with music!

Which famous musician passed away?

No, except for Christopher, the master who taught Natasha, no musician is qualified to let her come to the association in person with such a gesture and solemnity.

Wait a minute!

Everyone seemed to have thought of something, the talented musician who had just finished a brilliant concert that seemed unsurpassable, began to be secretly called a musical legend by everyone as a master. Could it be that something happened to him?

Although after the concert, Her Royal Highness sent a guard to announce that Mr. Lucien Evans had fainted only after being seriously ill and agitated, and that he had recovered smoothly with the presence of Cardinal Gosse, but his body was still very weak and needed a long period of recuperation, but for more than two days after that, except for a few friends of Mr. Evans who had visited him, everyone else was blocked from the villa, and it was not known whether his condition was good or bad.

Under this state of weakness. He suddenly fell ill and could not wait for the priests and bishops to come for treatment. There are countless precedents for dying in just a few minutes!

If it were him, with the concert that had just ended, with the shocking and touching symphony "Ode to Joy" in D minor, with that great work. It is indeed qualified to let the future Grand Duke personally come to the association to announce the bad news.

More importantly. His closeness to Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha has been recognized. Considered by many to be the future Duke of Tiran, in the Duchy of Valorit, if the successor is a woman, her husband will receive the title of Duke of Tiran, who has no real power and cannot inherit. If it's him. Then Princess Natasha's dress and uncontrollable sadness seem normal!

"Lord, Mr. Evans is not yet twenty-one years old......" Polly covered her mouth in grief and surprise, and there was a glitter of water in the corners of her eyes, and then she tried to stop her thoughts, "Definitely not Mr. Evans, Lord, not him......"

By the time she returned to the concert, she had come to see Mr. Evans as an angel in charge of music and joy, the object of greatest admiration and admiration.

Franz's "Aalto Weekly" slowly fell, and after visiting Mr. Evans on the first morning and making sure that he was in good condition, he fell into the passion of making music, and the inspiration inspired by "Ode to Joy" echoed in his mind all the time, as if the theme of a symphony was about to come out, so that for the next dozens of hours, he was locked in the piano room, not caring about anything else.

Leaving the piano room today and coming to the Society, Franz did not come to collect the Aalto Weekly, but to look up some materials in the music library, and then to visit Mr. Evans to consult him and discuss his ideas for composition.

"No, no......" Franz's emaciated face was full of subconscious resistance, and then he followed Natasha and Camille upstairs with his feet uncontrollably, wanting to hear Her Royal Highness the princess say the most contrived answer, and to make sure that the result was not what he feared.

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

Inside Christopher's exclusive lounge.

Othello looked helplessly at the white-haired maestro: "Mr. President, haven't you written your music review yet? This issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" has been postponed for two days. Even though he was already president, he was still used to calling Christopher as he used to do in private.

Victor, next to him, glanced at the paper in front of Christopher.

Due to the "Return Concert" on 1 June, both the Music Review and the Symphony Herald postponed publication to 2 June, so that this concert could be as soon as possible, as well as a new work by Lucian Evans, which must have been excellent.

As a result, the concerts and new works not only lived up to expectations, but the response was beyond imagination, and the two journals were eager to be published. In one night, the number of manuscripts that met the requirements exceeded the needs of two issues, forcing them to add additional supplements, but in the process, the comments of Master Christopher, who had been intended to be the "front page" articles, were not handed over for two whole days, and the publication date was postponed day by day.

Christopher was not embarrassed at all, and said with a smile: "Because "Ode to Joy" hit my heart, whether it is the value of the theme and ideology it contains, or its rigor and innovation in structure as a symphony, it has reached an unattainable level, which makes me want to comment with the most sincere and beautiful words, so I am not satisfied with the repeated revisions several times. ”

"Perhaps, without thinking about it, the comments written in one breath are closer to the heart. Victor used philosophical rhetoric to implicitly urge the manuscript.

Christophe nodded slightly: "Victor, you have some sense, can you help me see how this article is written?"

As he spoke, he handed Victor several sheets of paper covered in scribbled words.

Victor took it in his hand and read it softly: "This is an unimaginable masterpiece of art. It is the most precious treasure of all music-loving human beings, and it is the pinnacle and most incomparable work of the symphony hall. I seem to have developed the belief that for a long, long time there will be no music comparable to it in the field of symphony. ”

"It's not a pity, it's a memory to be excited and happy, because we are at such a glorious moment, experiencing first-hand the indescribable beauty of music, and being remembered by history with it. Let us leave our seats and pay our highest tribute to Mr. Lucian Evans, his greatest creation......"

"He's good enough to get into the halls of music. On a par with the masters who shine brightly. Moreover, compared to other masters, his spirit of never giving up and never giving in, as well as the struggle against darkness emphasized in the last part of "Ode to Joy", the joy, unity, and fraternity obtained through suffering are examples of the perfect integration of music and thought. Regardless of the times and the development of music, his music is immortal. Because these spirits are destined to be immortal!"

This is followed by a commentary that analyzes the structure and connotation of the symphony. Othello after hearing it. The old-fashioned and serious face couldn't help but smile: "Mr. President, your evaluation is too high. But I think it's very appropriate, because there has never been a symphony that has fascinated me so much. ”

Christopher has not yet answered. There was a knock at the door, slow and forceful.

"Who?" Othello asked in Christopher's place.

A soldier's voice came through: "It's Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

Othello quickly stood up and was greeted by Christopher and Victor to the door.

The door opened, and they saw Natasha dressed as if she was attending a funeral, and felt the sadness and sorrow, and asked in unison in surprise, "Your Royal Highness, what happened?"

Natasha bowed her head slightly, drew a cross on her chest, and said in a calm tone, "Lucien? Evans was called by the Lord's grace in the early hours of last night. ”

There seemed to be a deep pain in the calmness.

"What?!" the three voices came out in unison, and Victor couldn't accept it and took two steps back in a row, until he was subconsciously supported by Othello.

In the hallway, Franz's expression became confused, and he walked as if he had lost his soul, and then he was stopped by a soldier.

"I'm sorry and painful, but I'm going to tell you that Lucien Evans was killed by an evil magician in the early hours of last night for a conspiracy that had little to do with him. Natasha stated her "grief" according to the Church's words, but she soon discovered that this was the real description of the facts, that the great musician Lucian Evans had indeed been "killed" by an evil magician.

With Natasha's identity and status, and her feelings for Lucien in the eyes of everyone, everyone believed that she would definitely confirm this kind of thing before announcing it, so sadness spread through the corridors on this floor, and many musicians who heard the movement and came out to watch even some sobbed quietly, cursing the damned magician.

Victor's face was pale, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he could only make a hoarse hoarse sound, and Christopher's old face was visibly sad and regretful.

Othello patted Victor on the shoulder: "Victor, don't be too sad. Evans has a talent that is difficult for others to match, and at a young age he composed the best music that can exist in the world, so the Lord summoned him to the Heavenly Mountain in advance, so that he could compose better but not ordinary music by his side. Evans has received the favor of the Lord and will enjoy eternal joy, and he is fortunate and worthy of envy, so we are to bless him and not let our sorrow upset him. He will watch over us on Heavenly Mountain. ”

"I hope so, but I'd rather be quiet. Also, Your Highness Princess, can I go and see Lucian's body?" Victor regained his ability to speak, and although his expression was still sad, he was able to begin to regulate his condition after the pain of his wife's death.

Natasha shook her head: "The corpses have been destroyed by evil magicians, only some, some ......"

Even the "sword of judgment", which is recognized as strong, could not be continued, and the tragic condition of the corpse can be imagined, so the atmosphere of grief is even stronger.

"Your Highness Princess, what shall we do next?" Othello asked with a little sadness as he saw Christopher's body trembling and helped him sit down.

Natasha's expression was still as stiff and indifferent: "Next, in the name of the Aalto Musicians Association, publish obituaries in newspapers and periodicals, and post obituaries in front of the association and in more than ten urban districts of Aalto, telling everyone who likes his music that there will be a farewell funeral in three days. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )