With the explanation of the father of the piano, Feige Barnard, Marshall's simple picks naturally became a floating cloud. Those who really understand music, or those who are vassals, have no worries about what happened before, and even make people more optimistic about this banquet with a clear purpose.

Feige Barnard, a music guru who has been away for many years, is not something that anyone can invite. And suddenly appearing at such a banquet invisibly becomes an affirmation of the banquet, and it is also an affirmation of the banquet organizer.

As for Marshall Huggins, he secretly cursed and retreated into the crowd step by step, so as not to be remembered by more people and lose the "face" of himself and his family.

But Marshall is also the son of the president of the "Explorers Chamber of Commerce", and he has a certain degree of popularity, especially in the business circle, so it is inevitable that he will be remembered by some people who already know him.

In addition, the spread of news is usually through various newspapers and artificially spread in different regions, and I believe that for a period of time, what happens at the banquet will be spread by people laughing.

Thinking that such a thing would inevitably happen in the future, the corners of Miles Huntington's mouth grinned uncontrollably.

"Think it's useful to go now? Escaping won't solve the problem. ”

After releasing the suffocation accumulated today, Miles happened to hear a reminder from his father beside him.

"When I had laughed enough, I went and took care of Master Barnard and the young man who had played the piano before, and gave them a better place. Also, don't forget the magician you invited, and don't be lazy. ”

Malediz, who has decades of rich experience, looked at it and guessed that the young man who played the piano and the unknown magician had a certain relationship with the music master Barnard, but he couldn't imagine what the relationship was and how good the three were.

But this doesn't affect anything, it's okay to make friends together, no matter whether you can use this relationship in the future, it's always a connection.

"Good father." Nodding in agreement, Miles headed to the piano in the banquet hall.

Natalie also wanted to follow up and find out, but thinking of Inspector Arnold's special status, she dispelled this idea, for fear of involving some dangerous things.

But curiosity always surrounds her heart, adding an impenetrable fog to her eyes.

Coming to Arnold and Barnard, Miles politely stretched out his right hand and introduced himself to the two: "I'm Miles Huntington, and I'm very grateful for your help, which has saved a lot of trouble for our family."

Miles knew that Arnold knew him, but Barnard didn't, so a formal introduction was necessary.

"Hello, Mr. Miles, thank you for allowing me to attend this feast, otherwise I would never have heard such a beautiful piano music in my life. But you should be thankful for the gentleman next to me for his advice and actions. Barnard stretched out his hand politely, and then naturally pushed the favor onto Arnold.

And that's exactly what happened, he wouldn't have been nosy without Destiny.

"Thank you!" Miles smiled and thanked Arnold again. "I didn't expect Mr. Brian to know such a good pianist as you, and if I had known earlier, I would have given priority to inviting you to the banquet to play."

In the process of speaking, he secretly glanced at Sydney who was standing aside, and saw that the other party put his hands on his chest, lowered his head and kept fiddling with his fingers, looking very nervous, so he could say such a handful and a step on it euphemistically.

Anyway, it was he who invited Sydney over, and he can't just say that the other party is inferior to others now. But fortunately, Sydney doesn't seem to mind, and she acquiesces to the level of piano skills.

"You're welcome, Mr. Myers, I don't want the party to end before the magic show has even begun, because of something strange." Arnold said with a smile. Then he responded to Miles's half-emotional, half-tentative words:

"I'm a poet, and I know a little about the piano, which is nothing compared to those who focus on it. I would like you, Mr. Myers, to give me a chance to perform poetry than a piano. ”

"If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely invite you as soon as possible!"

After a brief conversation, Miles prompted Sydney, who had been in a daze for a long time, to continue playing the piano, and welcomed the two to a long table. The location of this place allows for a better observation of the banquet hall, and the domestic servants will take special care of the place.

After settling these things, Miles did not forget his father's words and called Brian here as well.

And at the end, he pushed Malediz, who was in good spirits, and let him accompany him with Ms. Blanche.

This is the treatment that the master of music, the father of the piano, and Feige Barnard, deserves.

At the piano, Sydney, who had woken up for a long time, put her fingers on the keys, thinking about the music she had just heard and the faces that could only be seen on the mural, and her heart was full of fighting spirit.

She had to muster up her spirit, exert all her strength, and play the best tune, so that the two pianists would notice her.

The melody of the piano sounded in the banquet hall, the melody beat one by one, and the gradually ethereal melody seemed to pull people into a mysterious illusion......

This is the first piece that Feige Barnard played after creating the piano, and it is also his famous work, "The Secret Garden"

With the public recognition of the well-known piano master, the audience at the banquet took a look at this young and beautiful girl, and listened to the music much more seriously, and many people nodded frequently, indicating "good", "good" and other meanings.

After one song, Sydney played two piano pieces one after another, both of which were long-famous tunes, namely "Goddess" and "Harvest".

The last key fell, and as the sound faded through the feast, Sydney left the high stool and bowed deeply to the crowd, leaving the center of sight......

Miles, who was sitting in the corner of the dining table, got up, looked at Brian who was sitting next to him, and politely reminded him: "Mr. Brian, let everyone see the magic trick you have prepared, I am sure you will be able to surprise everyone!"

"Hmm." Brian, who was dressed in casual clothes, smiled and nodded, and responded simply, without too much confidence or nervousness on his expression.

Arnold and Blake watched Brian leave, heading to the center of the ballroom.

Unlike the piano performance, if you want more people to see the magician's performance, you need a very good and special location. And 360 degrees, each direction has the center of the observation gaze, although it has a better effect in terms of viewing, but it is obviously not a very good choice for magicians.

However, Brian is not a magician in the traditional sense, so he puts the performance effect first.

Brian took a deep breath and looked around, his expression becoming serious and natural in an instant. It was his first official magic show, and it was of extraordinary significance.

It's about the future and the extraordinary.

In the center of the banquet, Brian raised his hand and snapped his fingers, attracting the attention of the audience in an instant. The next moment, the common coat on his body gradually faded in front of everyone's eyes, revealing a clean and simple black tuxedo, pants of the same color, and a pair of pure gloves in his hands.

He squeezed his right hand slightly, and a half-height top hat grew from small to large, and swelled into his hand.

"Wow!"

"This ......"

"Hiss......"

“……”

Looking at everything that was happening in front of them, the banquet hall was lively, and everyone felt incredible, and expressed surprise to varying degrees.

But despite this, they still maintain the steadiness and grace of the superior.

Putting on his top hat, Brian slowly spun around in place with his hands half open and his heels spinning, revealing himself to everyone.

"Now let me introduce myself solemnly."

"I'm a magician with Catherine's Troupe, Brian Morris, and I'm going to give you a magic show."

After a brief moment of surprise, no one responded, because the previous few simple seconds were shocking enough to capture everyone's attention, and the audience was listening and watching intently, looking forward to what would happen next.

"Then the show begins!" With an amiable and natural smile, Brian withdrew his hands, snapped his fingers again, and spoke softly in as much as possible to make everyone hear:

"First of all, we need a little bit of vibe."

The pronunciation of the word atmosphere spread out in all directions, and the banquet hall suddenly became gray, and both electric lights and candles lost their light at the same time.

Before everyone could react, a glimmer of light bloomed in the center of the banquet hall, lighting up Brian's body, making him feel like he was standing on the stage and standing in the spotlight.

"Huh?" Miles looked up at the only light source in the hall, a small street lamp that didn't exist before, about two meters tall, and a small transparent box in the middle of the lamp.

"The assistants are all here, and I haven't arranged this scene, how did Mr. Brian do it?" Miles looked at the Arnold four suspiciously, unable to figure out the connection.

And the rest of the audience was even more shocked.

"Next, we need a little bit of music." Under the orange light, Brian clapped his palms, and the long-stopped record player began to turn, emitting lyrical and melodious music.

The music played, and Miles was even more confused. At this time, the music emitted by the jukebox was completely different from the one he had placed before.

He looked in the direction of the record player, and saw that several people around the record player were even more puzzled than him, as if they couldn't understand why the stopped machine suddenly turned.

After the scene is set, Brian smiles around the small street lamp, and takes off the white gloves on both hands, and puts the gloves on top of each other, turning them into fist-sized pieces of cloth.

He was in the center of the stage, showing everyone as much as he could, and then gently tossed the cloth, which turned into a white dove in the eyes of everyone.

The white dove fluttered its wings and flew around Brian's side, finally rising to a halt and stopping at the top of the small street lamp.

There was a small round of applause in the banquet hall, and the more people seemed quite quiet, just in a peculiar mood of joy, looking at the figure in the center of the stage.

Brian's calm on the surface, but extremely nervous in his heart, relaxed at this time, and quickly expanded after touching the bottom of his heart, giving him a wonderful experience of body excitement, beating, and dancing.

After many days of occult study. Brian knew it was a sign of his further mastery of transcendence.

As the show continued, Brian walked over to the small street lamp and pulled out a brand new newspaper from the box in the middle of the lamp. Then he folded the corner of the newspaper in front of everyone, and then tore it off along the fold line, tearing it into a triangle with a diagonal.

He held most of the newspaper in his right hand and a torn corner in his left, and his thumb and forefinger pinched the middle of the diagonal and shook it up and down, like a white dove waving its wings in his hand.

In the next second, the corner of the torn newspaper was tossed up by Brian, turned into a white dove in the air, and flew onto his top hat.

"Papapa......" applause rang out again.

Brian smiled, his eyes glancing upwards, but all he could see was the brim of his top hat. In desperation, he withdrew his gaze, folded the remaining newspaper in his hand into a square, and slid it out of thin air with his empty hand, a wisp of flame ignited in his hand, and ignited the newspaper with the trend.

Halfway through the flames, Brian's arm shook rapidly, extinguishing the flames in front of him, revealing an unashed newspaper in his hand.

He opened the newspaper and showed it to everyone, who saw that it was brand new and intact, with no signs of being destroyed, not even folded.

This time, before the audience had time to applaud and be amazed, Brian crumpled the newspaper into a ball, smiled and squeezed out a white dove, which he pulled out, and then pushed it to the box of the street lamp.

Meanwhile. I don't know when the newspaper ball in my hand is gone.

The applause in the banquet hall instantly became enthusiastic, no longer as sparse and insipid as just now.

When the applause gradually ended, Brian took care of the cuffs of his tuxedo and briefly showed it to everyone. Immediately, his right wrist flipped, and the playing cards appeared in a fan shape in his hand, and then his left hand flipped over, and the same scene appeared again.

Walking to the box of the small street lamp, Brian let go of his hands and let all the playing cards fall into the box. Then his right hand was raised, and a playing card appeared in his hand, which naturally fell into the box.

This action is repeated again and again, one, two, three...... Seventeen ...... Thirty-four ...... Brian's hand was like an endless stream of playing cards, coming out of his hand all the time.

It wasn't until the 54th card came that it stopped.

Walking to the center of the banquet hall, Brian took the white dove that had been on the top hat in his hand, and threw it upwards with great force, and the white dove turned into a ball-like object in the air and fell, and was easily caught.

Brian unfolded the object in front of everyone's gaze, and it turned out to be a pair of white gloves.

The gloves were put back on, and Brian took off his top hat and placed it on his chest, and bowed around.

At this point, the show is over.

The applause in the hall was continuous for a while, and it could not be dispersed for a long time.