Throne of Magical Arcana

Franz's body is not healthy, and often there are situations of inspiration and creative passion, so he understands Lucien: "Mr. Evans, I understand your current status, I will accompany you to finish the song.m "

Then his sincere smile appeared on his thin face: "After hearing the melody of the song that you popped up with the piano and learning that it is just a chorus of the fourth movement of the symphony, I can already imagine its beautiful, sacred, majestic And shock, and this is the first time to introduce a vocal chorus in a symphony, a creative change! "

"It is my glory to be able to contribute to such a great musical composition and help Mr. Evans to complete it. It is a memory that I can remember repeatedly when I grow old."

In order to modify the long poem to conform to the rhythmic beauty of this universal language, in order to change the words that may be blasphemy in it, and to fit the original melody in different situations, Lucien had to work with Franz Musicians who are good at writing poetry and songs repeatedly discuss revisions, and both sides took a lot of effort to complete.

And Franz is a person who loves music wholeheartedly, and worships Lucian unusually, so he understands all the ideas and hears some melody of the chorus without complimenting himself.

"Ah, cough, thank you Franz for your cooperation during this time. Our work is almost complete. The next step is to practice the lead vocal and choir to see if there are any flaws. Do you think the difficulty is too high? Lucian covered his mouth and coughed deliberately, then asked in an unusually agitated posture.

Franz shook his head firmly: "It's really difficult, but modifying some paragraphs to make them easy and lose their original perfection, I think the outstanding bands and singers can accomplish this task."

"I think so too." Lucian smiled at Franz.

At this time, the door of the piano room was knocked gently, then slowly turned the handle, and the visitor quietly pushed open the door of the room—he seemed afraid to disturb the discussion and practice of the people inside.

"Lucien. Franz, aren't you talking about it?" Victor, who came in, was the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians' Association.

Lucian answered with a smile: "Mister Victor, we have just ended."

"Then I came at the right time. First of all, congratulate Lucien for completing this symphony that I can't wait to appreciate, and then introduce you to a friend." Victor pointed to the young man who came in with him, "The famous The singer, Mr. Fabrini, is also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral Choir. "

As the song "Ode to Joy" is nearly complete, Lucien asks Victor to help him find an outstanding singer and a great choir or choir.

Fabrini is about twenty years old. With blue eyes, brilliant blond hair, and slender beauty, like an angel serving the **** of truth, but different from most men. His face was painted with light makeup, his lips were rosy, and his clothes were gorgeous, giving a strange enchanting feeling.

"Hello, Mr. Evans. I have always loved your music, and I never thought I would have the opportunity to work with you." Fabrini's voice was pure and soft.

Lucien isn't surprised by Fabrini's appearance and temperament, because most of the best singers today are pianist singers. And he was the lead vocalist of the Golden Cathedral, so he smiled, "I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Fabrini, and I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation next time."

For Fabrini. Lucien did not deliberately make a non-discriminatory attitude, because in terms of the current social climate, the Lingling singer is very sought after. A countess of the Gusta Empire madly liked their singing, and once waged war for a puppet singer.

"Mr. Evans. I'll take the choir to the recital hall to wait for you. By the way, you don't look well. Pay attention to your body." Fabrini spoke softly, as if he usually spoke like this.

After watching Fabrini leave, Lucien coughed "uncontrollably" and seemed to cough out the entire internal organs.

"Lucien, are you okay? Is it the sequelae of the last assassination?" Victor asked with concern, and then made a suggestion. "Your concert has not yet been set, so you might as well wait for your health. "

Lucian shook his head "firmly": "It doesn't matter, Teacher Victor, it's just a residual injury that will not affect the preparation of the concert. I'm a knight."

Perhaps the word Cavaliers dispelled Victor's anxiety, and he nodded softly: "We are all musicians and can understand Lucien's current state of mind. However, as your teacher, I still feel a little uneasy. Wait until In the evening, I will ask the doctor of Shantang to show you, don't wait for any troublesome illness that cannot be cured after the concert. "

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Victor." It was just a doctor from Shantang who heard that Lucien had not refused. He can now control the heartbeat, blood flow speed, and visceral motility, not to mention some of what Natasha taught. Skills can completely disguise the symptoms of lingering injuries but no life-threatening for the time being.

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After more than a week, the month of flowers was approaching the middle.

In the concert hall on the fifth floor of the Aalto Musicians Association.

"Farbrini, how many times already? Why do you still have problems in this passage?" Lucian growled at Fabrini in the middle of the stage with a little "out of control".

Fabrini looked at the tired, pale, and irritated Lucian, and explained with aggrievedness: "Mr. Evans, these paragraphs are too difficult, and it takes repeated practice to sing perfectly." There seemed to be twinkling tears in her eyes.

"But we have practiced many times!" Lucian waved his arm vigorously.

Fabrini took a few deep breaths and stubbornly resisted the "tyrant": "Not enough, Mr. Evans, either give me more time or modify these paragraphs to make them simpler."

"No! You can't modify it, I can't tolerate their perfection being destroyed! Fabrini, please work harder, I believe you will be perfect! Time will be delayed for a few days as you suggested, cough cough , Hope not too long ... "Lucian said like" crazy ", but immediately fell into a severe cough. Bend over and squat in front of the stage.

Franz quickly hugged Lucien, and Fabrini ran up to Lucien in a panic and patted him gently: "Mr. Evans, rest assured, I will try my best to be as fast as possible. To grasp these passages perfectly. "

By the end of the rehearsal, Fabrini, wearing a black shirt inlaid with a silk pattern, stepped off the stage. At halfway, he suddenly turned back inexplicably and looked to the front of the stage, as if there was still the madness and anxiety of Lucian just now.

"Maybe Mr. Evans had already foreseen something at that time. That's why he seemed so eager, so harsh, and not as quiet, calm, and polite as rumored." A few years later, Fabrini recalled that the concert allowed When he was most impressed, he wrote such a bit of fatalism and a little emotionally. "He showed that kind of concentration, that kind of effort, that kind of madness. It seemed to want to shine the brightest and the most brilliant light without regret. I was gifted by the Lord. I was fortunate to know Mr. Evans at this time, and He completed the rehearsal and performance of the symphony together, and saw his different side and his devotion to music and the Lord. "

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The businessman Lucien met in the small town of Massawa, Greenton. After leaving Aalto, he returned to the north to the kingdom of Syracuse.

Sell ​​all the goods, and prepare to buy the specialties of the Kingdom of Syracuse when going to the Dark Mountain Fortress in the Duchy of Vaurit. He bought the last issue of the Music Review and the Symphony Review from the local musicians association.

While eating a greasy breakfast, Greenton looked at the newspaper, and suddenly his knife and fork that cut the small steak suddenly stopped, his eyes widened. Read it unbelievably, and then rejoiced and annoyed, "I didn't expect that I had just left Aalto. Mr. Evans ended his trip and returned ..."

"On May 26th, the Chant Hall, return to the concert ... Would you like to go there? It will take sixteen days from here to Aalto."

Greenton is a large city near the border between the Kingdom of Syracuse and the Duchy of Vaurit, and it is now May 15.

His face was fickle, he put down the knife and fork, and stood up and paced, and finally made up his mind: "I have missed Mr. Evans' first concert, and I can't miss the second one anyway! And he returned after traveling for three years , The level of new work is completely worth looking forward to! "

"Well, leave the purchase of the goods to the Elland housekeeper. I immediately rushed to Aalto with a few guards. If not delayed, eleven days may be enough ..." Greenton thought he was in a good position. Many nobles should be able to buy tickets for the Chancellor. Although there is a problem with time, how can you easily give up without trying it?

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Thirteen days later, May 28.

Instead of being frustrated, Greenton entered Aalto in spirit, because he got news on the road. Due to rehearsal problems, Lucian Evans' concert was postponed to June 1.

After entering the city, Greenton went directly to the Chancellor Hall without a break, and did not buy a ticket ~ www.readwn.com ~ how could he not rest assured.

"What? It's sold out? Four more days!" Greenton asked anxiously, "I know Sir Camic of the Hain family, know ..." He began to list a series of noble names.

Facing his chanting hall staff, he pointed to the many citizens around him: "Sorry, this gentleman is really sold out. You see, there are so many people who want to listen to this concert. According to what I have You know, not even Sir Camic has gotten a ticket. "

"Ah?" Greenton turned back in frustration, and found the bustling crowd near the hall of chant, with a crowd of black people.

An Alto Weekly staff member observed the scene in the corner, and quickly wrote in his notebook: "Apart from the Alto Music Festival, no musician has had so many people at a concert. Coming here, they seem to have forgotten that tickets to the Chancellor are not available to people of their status ... "

"Lucien? Evans seems to be the object of frantic chase by the whole city and the whole principality ..."

"This is a strange phenomenon, maybe a new vocabulary should be created to describe ..."