Throne of Magical Arcana

The crystal wall suspended in mid-air has disappeared, but the crowd in the municipal square and the surrounding area have been reluctant to disperse for a long time. They are still thinking about the symphony called "Dawn War" just now, which is the theme music of the Symphony of Fate. After the trend, another great work.

"However, in comparison, I think the Symphony of Destiny is better." Sara couldn't use professional and accurate words to evaluate it, but could only describe it with her own feelings. "Although this symphony is grand and passionate, 'Fate' More firm and powerful, more touching.”

Lilith nodded frequently as if she was eating: "Well, I also like fate more."

But she soon became frowning: "But Mr. Christopher's concert was too successful, and the new work is definitely a great piece of music. What about Mr. Evans' concert tomorrow? One is the end, one is the beginning." , if we can’t have the level of this concert, it will definitely cause great disappointment to everyone.”

As long as disappointment leaves a deep impression on people's hearts, it is difficult to eliminate.

"Isn't there a destiny?" Sara comforted her sister with a wry smile. He himself was also worried and nervous.

Lilith raised her head and looked at Sara. She wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly.

They all knew in their hearts that all the works in today's concert are classics, and the Symphony of Destiny alone cannot support a complete concert.

In a dark corner, McCante, who returned to the territory on the pretext of having something to do, appeared in Alto, with a distorted expression and waving his arms excitedly: "President Christopher is amazing, I just want to use such a perfect performance to make way That bastard poor Sean has no chance of success. Hmph, how arrogant and conceited to have prepared several solo piano pieces for such an important concert! When you can't meet everyone's expectations, you can no longer serve as Her Royal Highness After the music consultant, I will let you understand what is noble!"

After nearly five minutes, the crowd in the municipal square began to leave.

Phyllis, who was standing on the top floor of the city hall, looked down at the black tide-like crowd slowly flowing. She didn't speak for a long time, and she was melancholy and quiet. Finally, she let out a heavy breath, as if she wanted to get rid of all the tension and worries in her heart. .

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In the chant hall, the most noble persons such as Grand Duke Violet, Cardinal Sarde, Princess Natasha and Prince Michelle still stayed, because they invited Christopher to the box and expressed their gratitude to him. With his respect and regret that a master will never give a concert again.

These big shots haven't left yet, and the rest of the nobles and musicians naturally continued to sit in their seats, talking to each other about the concert just now.

For example, Lucien is using the precise definition he learned from the soul library to discuss with Victor and Marcus the development, development, reproduction and end of the theme of the first movement.

"It seems that you are really talented in theme music, music with your own thoughts and emotions, and you are almost forming a complete set of concepts with your own style. This is what every authoritative musician must have." Viktor was satisfied to see his disciple grow more mature, more like a real musician.

Lucien smiled and shook his head: "Actually, many of the concepts and definitions here are proposed by other musicians in the booming trend of theme music in recent months. I just read them from newspapers such as "Music Review" and "Symphony Guide". Learn to integrate."

"Indeed, I have seen similar discussions in the newspapers." Of course, Marcus would not admit Victor's evaluation, and then he stared at Lucien meaningfully, "President Christopher's concert today It can definitely be called perfect, Lucien, how about your concert tomorrow?"

Only then did Victor realize that Marcus's mood and attitude were a bit wrong, and he quickly patted Marcus' arm to make him stop talking, and said to Lucien: "Lucien, you are still young, don't bear too much pressure , I believe you will be able to stand in the ranks of music masters in the end."

Since no one had ever dared to perform so many solo repertoires at the Chant Hall concert before, even though Victor had confidence in Lucien's music, he was a little worried about the audience's ability to accept it.

"Do my best and I will be worthy of myself and you, Mr. Victor." Lucien was not as nervous and depressed as others imagined, although his own arrangements were indeed a little ahead of schedule. Even on Earth, the word recital was coined because of Liszt, not the masters of the peak and transition period of classical music.

Victor didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

After nearly ten minutes, the Grand Duke and others left, and the nobles and musicians also began to leave the stage. Everyone who met Lucien just greeted him with strange eyes and normal expressions, and no one mentioned it again. The thing about the concert the next day.

Even Othello, the old-fashioned aristocrats and musicians who are very worried that something wrong with Lucien will make the concert fail understand that it is the most stupid way to add pressure to Lucien at this time, so he also stopped those gloating People who want to see Lucien's jokes go to stimulate Lucien.

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Seven thirty in the evening on April 5th.

Since it was the last day of the music festival and the last official concert, the Municipal Square and the streets of the surrounding administrative area were already crowded with noisy crowds, while other blocks in the city became empty and deserted.

The whole Alto is like a flame on one side and ice and snow on the other.

Piola, Sharon and the others learned the lessons of the previous two days today. They did not perform in the afternoon and went directly to the municipal square to wait. At this time, they watched more and more people gather around them from the central position, and heard more and more heated discussions.

"I don't think I will ever forget such a scene." Cellist Leslie closed his eyes and felt, "This is probably the largest concert with the largest audience in the entire continent."

Piola opened his arms as if welcoming the breeze, his face full of intoxication: "If I can also hold a concert on such an occasion, then even if I die, I will have no regrets."

"However, this is probably a dream that cannot be realized." The honest viola player Green shook his head and sighed, but how could he not have a similar dream in his heart.

"We are all about twenty years old, and we are still very young. As long as Master Christopher is still composing music at the age of seventy, why can't we dream of the chant hall concert at the Alto Music Festival?" Sha Lun expresses his belief and persistence.

Grace pointed to the mid-air where the crystal wall hadn't appeared yet: "Speaking of youth, Mr. Evans is still a few months away from his coming-of-age ceremony."

"Hehe, there used to be a talented musician who gave a concert in the chant hall at the age of fifteen, but it was not his first concert, nor was it at the closing of the Aalto Music Festival. The music of Mr. Evans was not mentioned just because of this He will be remembered by history." Sharon came from a musical family and knew more about music history than other companions.

In the past at the Alto Music Festival, the youngest person to hold a concert in the chant hall was Christopher, who stepped onto the stage at the age of twenty-six, and the oldest was a part-timer who was a great knight himself. Musicians, the 112-year-old record is believed to be difficult to be broken.

Speaking of Lucien, Piola was curious but worried and hesitant: "Master Christopher's concert and new works were so perfect last night, what about Mr. Evans?"

In the hearts of Piola and other musicians who have not yet become famous, Lucien, who was born in poverty, experienced ups and downs but became famous at a young age, and is full of talent, is a role model for himself and others, symbolizing the realization of his dreams.

But knowing that it was unfair to compare Lucien with Master Christopher, Piola still couldn't help making the comparison. After all, the two concerts are involuntarily compared regardless of time or significance. !

"Mr. Evans has not been on the road of music for less than a year, and he already has the great work "Fate", as well as other excellent serenades and piano pieces. Even if today's concert is not successful, it cannot cover up his brilliance. After a moment of silence, Grace answered first, "As long as, as long as his concert can be half the height of Master Christopher, I think it will be considered a success!"

"I hope so." Sharon, Piola and the others agreed with a slight sigh.

They were anxious to hear that everyone around them was comparing yesterday's concert. If they couldn't get close to yesterday's level, most people probably wouldn't consider Lucien a success.

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Outside the chant hall, Lucien, who was wearing a black tuxedo, became more and more handsome, together with Rhine and other band members, welcomed the distinguished guests in the small foyer.

Gorgeous carriages drove up one after another, and nobles and musicians stepped into the hall. There were Earl Hayne, Earl Rafaty, Earl Hill, Director Othello, etc. that Lucien knew, and there were also people who were not familiar with them. My fellow foreign nobles and musicians.

Christopher came, and he nodded to Lucien with a kind smile, telling him to relax and not have any pressure. Sylvia, who followed him, also expressed the same meaning with a quiet smile.

Victor came, and he showed his confidence in Lucien with simple gestures, but he couldn't hide the tension on his face.

Phyllis, John, Joel, Alisa, Ivan, Elena and others also came. They tried their best to look calm, but the worry in their eyes and uncomfortable movements revealed their true feelings. My mood didn't change until I entered the west small stand.

A dark purple carriage came, a simple and ordinary carriage, Grand Duke Violet, Princess Natasha, Prince Michelle and Cardinal Sard came at the same time, surrounded by nobles, they did not forget to turn their heads Say hello to Lucien on the other side.

Among them, Natasha smiled beautifully, raised her purple eyebrows, and said with her mouth: "I believe in you."

At 7:50, all the audience arrived, and Lucien returned to the backstage for final preparations.

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In the box, Grand Duke Violet frowned slightly, and criticized Natasha: "You actually arranged for Lucien to hold a concert on such an occasion, aren't you worried about ruining a musical genius?"

He has a good impression of the Symphony of Destiny, but he likes the piano piece "Dedicated to Sylvia" more, because it reminds him of his beautiful love when he was young.

"Yeah, dear cousin, you are so reckless, even if Lucien is your music consultant, you are not qualified to hold a concert on this occasion." Verdi smiled at Natasha, "He only has A semi-excellent work."

"As long as young people are not overwhelmed by pressure, experiencing such occasions a few times will help them grow. I agree with this matter, and Her Royal Highness is just suggesting." Before Natasha answered, Christopher will Responsibility has passed.

Sard also nodded: "It can be seen from the previous symphony that this young man has a tough heart that does not compromise with the darkness, and the Lord will take care of him."

With the approval of the two masters in the field of magic and music, Natasha became proud and said with a half-smile: "Dear cousin, I think Lucien's concert will definitely be a great success, what do you think?"

"I'm waiting to appreciate it." Verdi had a completely disbelieving expression on his face, but he didn't argue with Natasha, as if he had something on his mind.

"Okay, the concert is about to begin." Grand Duke Violet watched Lucien walk onto the stage and in front of the band.

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On the Municipal Square, a faint halo lit up, and the crystal wall appeared as it did the previous two nights.

Soon, the band on stage could be clearly seen through the crystal wall.

"I hope Mr. Evans can succeed." Lilith looked at the crystal wall very nervously, her hands clenched into fists, and her brother Sara was also worried.

Piola and the others also looked at the crystal wall directly ahead with slight worry and nervousness, waiting for the appearance of the talented musician Lucien Evans.

Wearing a black tuxedo, Lucien stepped onto the stage, his hair was combed carefully, and he looked calm and handsome, with a very temperament.

"Him?!" Piola opened his mouth wide and pointed at the crystal wall, unable to believe his eyes.

Sharon was speechless at first, and then she couldn't control the volume and said: "It's that gentleman, the gentleman who participated in our concert and exchanged music with us!"

"It turns out that he is Mr. Evans. No wonder he has such a high musical quality, no wonder he can play such a beautiful piano melody." Grace murmured to herself after a long time.

Lucien stood in front of the band, smiled at Rhine, and swung down the baton in his hand.