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In Purple Lily District, inside a nice civilian house.
Ryan walked to the dining table and found a stack of newspapers placed on the right side of his plate. He immediately asked his wife who was busy preparing in confusion: "Didn't the issue of "Aalto Weekly" just come out yesterday? Why is it today?"
here we go again?"
As a manager of a trading house, he needed to know all aspects of Aalto in order to cope with the purchase and sale of different goods, so he subscribed to the comprehensive "Aalto Weekly".
After his wife, Elena, comforted her several-year-old son to sit down, she walked towards the kitchen and answered in a very fast voice: "It is said to be a supplement. But I don't know the words and I don't understand what is written on it."
After saying that, she hummed the lyrics of "The happy angel is holy and beautiful, and the bright light shines on the earth." The atmosphere in the restaurant and kitchen immediately became cheerful, filling people with a good mood.
Ryan, who hummed a few lines to his wife's singing, sat down majestically in front of his son and picked up the "Supplement" of "Aalto Weekly".
He started as an apprentice at the bottom of a trading company. Although he was not the smartest or sharpest among the same batch of apprentices, he was the most diligent and hard-working. With his persistence and unwillingness to admit defeat, he gradually got rid of the life of the poor and met the people of the poor.
Literally, I learned a lot of knowledge related to business, and gradually rose to my current position as a manager. I have a happy family and a relatively comfortable living situation.
So, when he heard "Symphony of Destiny" for the first time, he felt that it was his own voice, a spirit that he could not express. It resonated strongly with the music, and even the whole family fell in love with Lucien crazily?
Evans' music.
"Aalto Weekly" unfolded, and Ryan saw a dark and solemn word on the front page:
"Obituary".
Ryan's scalp felt numb, and he suddenly thought in his heart: "Which big shot has been called by the Lord?" This would cause great fluctuations in the sales volume or price of many products.
His eyes quickly moved down, and behind him were rows of dark black characters that seemed to carry a heavy and depressing feeling:
"Immortal music master, great pianist, conductor, founder and reformer of a musical era, guide, founder, and perfecter of the current development trend and structure of symphony. Lucien, the musical genius favored by the Lord
?Mr. Evans was called by the Lord in the early morning of June 4th with his unparalleled works."
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After seeing this paragraph, Ryan's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't connect the servant to Mr. Lucien Evans, "Lord, he is so young and so talented. He can also lead Al
I hope the music industry will develop for another few decades!"
His slightly blurred vision moved downwards, and the rows of typefaces stung his soul like sharp arrows:
"...Mr. Evans's life from a slum to a music master is a life of never surrendering and never giving up. It is a life of fighting and a glorious life!"
"...Let us express our deepest condolences and wish that this beloved child of the Lord will continue to sing and praise the Lord on our behalf in Heavenly Mountain."
Elena came out with breakfast. When she saw Ryan's face was confused and sad, and his eyes were red, she was startled. She almost knocked the food over to the ground: "My dear, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
"I...cry?" Ryan asked confusedly and dullly, feeling his eyes swollen and everything in his sight was blurry.
With a ticking sound, he saw a drop of tear fall on the open newspaper, and then it quickly spread, blurring the eulogies of the musicians and nobles.
"I just can't believe this is true. His passing is a loss that the entire music industry will never make up for!" Christopher.
"Perhaps it is because his works are so outstanding and his soul is so pure that he gained the favor of the Lord in advance." Othello.
"He brought us the spirit of never giving up and joy, but left without taking anything. I don't want to cry, but I can't help crying." Phyllis.
"He has ascended to the mountain of heaven, and what he left us is a symphony that is difficult to climb. The 'wealth' he gave us does not distinguish between high or low, rich or poor. As long as we have a grateful heart and an unyielding heart, we can all benefit from it."
I have gained the most valuable thing in life. If one day I die, I hope to be buried near such a great man." Franz.
Ryan looked at the small water stain and subconsciously said to himself: "I actually cried..."
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Next to the city gate leading to the market area from Aderang District, there were crowds of people. Some of them were sobbing alone, and some were sad and silent.
There were also many girls hugging each other and crying, looking sad.
Betty, Joanna and Simone saw this strange and solemn scene after coming out of the Copper Crown Tavern. At the same time, they found a notice posted on the wall.
Although they were illiterate, the words as dark as the coffin background made them understand that this was an obituary.
"Which big shot's death made the poor so sad?" Betty didn't think that the death of any big noble, big lord, or cardinal could make the poor in Aderjan district cry, unless they had a copper fern collar.
Driven by strong curiosity, Betty asked the two gatekeepers who were obviously sad: "Two adults, what is the content of this obituary?"
There are basically no literate poor people in Aderang District, so the two soldiers were not surprised by Betty's inquiry, and she also called her "Sir" sweetly, so one of them said kindly and solemnly: "It's Adejan District, no, Al
Mr. Lucien Evans, the pride of the city, was seriously ill and was called by the Lord."
In addition to revealing to Lucien's friends, nobles and official members of the Musicians Association that he was killed by the evil magician "Professor", the church requested Natasha to announce to the public that Lucien had died of a serious illness, just like the previous few
Things in the Sub-Silver Horn are also hidden from ordinary people.
This is because a great musician who had just achieved brilliant success and was loved by most of the people of Alto was actually killed by an evil magician in the City of Psalms. This will make the believers of Alto doubt the ability of the church. Doubt whether they can
You can protect yourself from evil as advertised.
If it weren't for the inability to solve the corpse problem and Natasha's insistence, the church would have wanted Natasha to completely hide Joel and others.
Betty froze in place, feeling as if her soul had flown out of her body, and she became very confused.
"Betty, what's wrong?" Joanna asked with concern.
Betty burst into tears, hugged her sister's shoulders and sobbed loudly: "Evans, woo hoo, Mr. Evans, woo hoo, he died of illness..."
Even after three years of training, she is still under twenty years old. She is still a girl with many sensual emotions.
Joanna couldn't believe what she heard. That calm, wise, decisive and quasi-knight actually died of a serious illness?
But it was impossible for Artaud's soldiers to joke about such a thing, so her eyes turned red, and she patted Betty on the shoulder and said: "Don't cry. Mr. Evans was just summoned to Paradise Mountain in advance by the Lord because his works are so outstanding.
.You must work hard. Don’t live up to Mr. Evans’s expectations and strive to become a powerful knight.”
"Yeah." Betty cried sadly and nodded.
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John rode a dragon scale horse and led a group of attendants slowly into the city gate of Alto facing the Black Forest of Melzer.
Alto itself is the last big city before entering the Dark Mountains. Therefore, the distance from the Dark Mountain Fortress is not far away. It only takes a day to ride a dragon scale horse and run at normal speed plus rest.
Therefore, after learning from the letters sent by his family that his good friend who had been away from home for three years had returned to Alto, John began to apply for a ten-day holiday once a year, preparing to come back to see old friends and spend time with his family.
Unfortunately, the Dark Mountain Fortress was strictly managed, and Natasha and Lucien were worried about what John, who had official knight abilities, would notice in the villa, so they delayed the approval of his vacation until the third day after the concert.
John, wearing the silver-gray full-body armor and purple cape of the Violet Knights, has bright blond hair, bright eyes, and a hint of joy in his calm expression.
Although he occasionally received letters from Her Royal Highness, nothing could compare with the joy of meeting again after a long separation. Especially along the way, he also heard that his friend's return concert was an unprecedented success. It seemed to be praising the Lord, praising joy, and praising the Lord.
He could never tire of listening to the song "Ode to Joy" about unity, so he felt even more impatient. If the streets weren't filled with civilians, he would have wanted to gallop home.
As he walked, John gradually realized that something was wrong. The streets were full of sad people, and his keen hearing repeatedly heard the name of Lucien Evans.
A bad premonition arose in his heart, John's expression became serious, and he ordered his attendants to find out what happened.
John heard clearly the questions and answers between the attendants and passers-by:
"Master Evans has been called by the Lord..."
Snap, the riding crop in John's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a clear and loud sound.
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On this day, it was recorded in the later "Alto Weekly": "It seemed that a huge dark cloud of sorrow and sorrow enveloped the entire Alto, making people lose their joy and couldn't believe that the angel in charge of music would
He died so young."
"This is the sadness of a city."
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Three days later, Lucien's old house in Aderjan District.
A black hearse started slowly, pulled by four bulls. It would trace the life path of Lucien Evans, from Adejan District to Jisu District, then to the Administrative District, and finally to the Noble District, entering the golden
Cathedral, where the formal funeral begins.
John was wearing a dark black knight's dress and walked in the front right side of the hearse with a solemn and silent expression. Behind him were a dejected Joel, a crying Alyssa, red-eyed Alvin and Elena and other Lucien.
Relatives and friends of Lucien, and those on the right supporting the spirit are Victor, Othello, Phyllis and other Lucien’s teachers, classmates, and colleagues in the music industry.
As for Christopher and Natasha, one because of their age, the other because of their status and lack of formal relationship, both were waiting in the golden cathedral.
The hearse drove slowly, solemnly and quietly, with only the sound of low cries floating around.
A poor man was infected by this atmosphere and driven by the emotions brewing in his heart for several days. He spontaneously walked to the back and joined the guarding team.
With this example, citizens walked out of the streets quietly and sadly one after another, followed behind the hearse, and escorted Lucien Evans on his last journey. (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go and read.)