Chapter 51 You've got the wrong person (monthly pass)
I haven't seen it for many years, but the Chant Hall is still so luxurious and gorgeous, which is very different from the Rentatli architectural style.
In the foyer, the waiter was greeting the nobles, musicians and musicians who came to attend the concert. Seeing that the start time of the concert was getting closer and the carriages coming from a distance became less and less, he seemed to relax a little.
For ordinary citizens like him, being able to serve as a waiter in the Chant Hall is a very rare opportunity. If you perform well, you will easily be valued by a noble or musician and get a better job. Because of this,
When facing these guests, he was cautious and did not dare to show any arrogance for fear of making a mistake.
"The concert is about to start..." He saw the young musicians coming out to welcome the audience in the small foyer, adjusting their bow ties and walking backstage. He immediately felt more relaxed. This was because he subconsciously participated in such occasions.
The reaction was, “The weekly Choir Hall concert is really full, and there are very few empty seats. It is indeed the highest palace of music. However, if we don’t want to have the crazy event that filled the city again seven or eight years ago,
, I don’t know how many more years we have to wait..."
Seven or eight years ago, he was just a little boy of thirteen or fourteen, and that scene left an indelible impression on him.
"I don't know if other capitals are also so crazy about music. Brother Borg always mysteriously said that this is because Alto has too few entertainment methods...for ordinary civilians like us
, what other forms of entertainment are there?" The waiter thought divergently when he saw that the concert was about to begin.
The crisp sound of jingle bells pulled him back from his own world, and a horse with bells tied to it dragged a pumpkin carriage to the front of the foyer.
"A carriage made of pumpkins..." The waiter thought this must be a very strange and weird thing, but why did he think it was normal?
Before he had time to think too much, he saw a gentleman in a tuxedo get off the pumpkin carriage, and then stretched out his right hand to be helped down by a lady in a purple palace dress.
"Madam, sir, are you here to attend Mr. Francisco's concert?" the waiter asked respectfully.
"Yes, take us in and give us two more seats." Lucien ordered in a normal tone.
The waiter quickly turned around and led the two people into the hall. He felt vaguely that he had forgotten something important, such as where were their tickets? For example, there was never a seat in the Psalm Hall?
"Why a pumpkin carriage?" Natasha had a funny and curious attitude towards the short journey just now.
Lucien raised his right index finger and tapped his chin: "Don't you think this sounds like a fairy tale?"
Having said this, he changed the topic, looked at the circular chant hall, and sighed softly: "Actually, I am more familiar with the stage above than the audience seats below."
"…···I have no experience performing in the Psalm Hall." Natasha said with regret.
This was mainly due to her status limitations at the time.
The waiter found two armchairs from somewhere and placed them on the edge of the last row. The musicians there also turned a blind eye to this as if it was a matter of course.
After Lucien and Natasha sat down, the concert officially began. Today's musician, Francisco, walked to the front desk in a crisp black tuxedo, first saluted to the box, and then to the audience seat below.
He has a high nose, thin lips, slightly high cheekbones, and a typical Holy Herz Empire style. He is a young musician.
"I used to listen to it in that box... Well, Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz..." Natasha looked at the box and read out the acquaintances Lucien knew.
Lucien also saw Elena, Grace, Phyllis and others in front of them and smiled: "They may never have dreamed that we would listen to the same concert with them at such a close distance."
He had no idea of meeting them, which would disrupt their quiet and normal life.
Francisco raised the baton. Lucien and Natasha both fell silent and listened to his music attentively. According to the track list, this was a symphony called "Growth".
The music starts with a questioning tone, as if it is seeking the meaning of life. Then, the melody changes slightly on this theme, showing a picture of youth full of vitality. Then the melody changes again, and the warm and sweet love becomes
seeped into the hearts of every listener.
In the melody, every listener seemed to review their childhood, youth and first love. It was a brightness that no amount of sorrow could cover up. However, the melody took another shape, and the various instruments became rapid and intense,
The roaring drums, shrill string instruments, and whistling brass pipes together create a scene of lightning, thunder, and violent storms, which is just like the inevitable difficulties and setbacks in life, making people feel nervous, painful, and melancholy.
However, after the violent storm, the sky became bluer and the sun became brighter, telling the world that suffering will eventually pass, and that life after suffering becomes more meaningful.
The melodious "Medical Flute" sounded, and this tranquil life reached its extreme. The music soon turned into a battle march, heralding the coming of the next challenge, but full of confident power.
"Very good music, but it seems very different from a normal symphony." After the music ended, Natasha clapped and had questions.
Lucien smiled, Aalto's symphony still developed this branch: "A single-movement symphony is more like a poem, while a complete symphony pays more attention to structural form, and its structure is more free, with its own!
Thoughts and content are the focus…”!
The musician in front heard the discussion between the two behind him and couldn't help the urge to show off. He turned around and said: "You don't know the symphonic poetry created by Mr. Francisco? You just came back from other places? This is Aalto's most popular music recently.
topic."
Lucien and Natasha looked at each other. He was busy with arcane and magic research and dealing with major matters in the Parliament and the Atomic Research Institute, while she was immersed in the training of her own knightly strength and had to deal with matters within the kingdom.
Although he also pays attention to Aalto's music development, he is the kind of person who only gets to know him once a month. Naturally, he doesn't know the hottest topics.
After the musician finished speaking, he also said with great appreciation: "But even if you don't understand symphonic poetry, sir, you described its characteristics very accurately. It is completely unlike the person who just heard it. This shows that you have extraordinary musical attainments.
I wonder if they are musicians from other countries?”
"I have not joined any musicians' association, I just study music on my own." Lucien replied semi-ambitiously. "Dead people" will automatically be disqualified from being members of the Aalto Musicians Association.
The musician did not ask further questions, but took advantage of the break between the two works to introduce the symphony poem to the two of them and introduced Francisco: "...he is a musician from the Holy Hertz Empire, following Christopher
The master studied for two years and has recently become famous for his bold innovations and passionate piano playing. This symphonic poem "Growth" is his famous work..."
It seems that after Sylvia's death, Master Christopher had the idea of teaching a student again, and both Lucien and Natasha were very happy about this.
"…···His musical talent is very outstanding. You should have heard the symphonic poem just now.
It's enough to become a classic! After the death of Master Evans, people in other countries thought that Aalto's music was gradually declining. Now they should understand their mistakes! Aalto's musical bloodline is passed down from generation to generation, and the atmosphere of the whole city is there.
, with the precious legacy left by each master, there will always be new outstanding musicians growing up, as Mr. Francisco is proof."
The musician must have received some similar stimulation. He spoke very excitedly and looked at Lucien and Natasha with burning eyes, hoping to win their approval.
Lucien smiled and said solemnly and leisurely: "Yes."
"Yes." Natasha was quite pleased.
After the concert ended successfully, the musician wanted to talk to the two nobles with very high musical standards behind him, but turned around, only to see two empty seats.
"When will the chant hall be able to add seats?" He suddenly had a creepy feeling.
"Wait a minute, the two of you looked familiar just now..." He thought hard.
Inside the "Promenade of Heaven" at Lata Summer Palace.
Lucien and Natasha stood behind the arched window door, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun and admiring the 24 giant mirrors made of tiny lenses behind the garden dyed with a layer of red color, which captured all the scenery.
It was reflected, like a dream.
Natasha told Lucien about her memories of the "Corridor to Heaven", the "War Gallery", and Lata's summer palace. She was famous for her strange powers when she was a child, and how she accidentally destroyed the "Corridor to Heaven".
"The story of the ruined mirror wall.
"Dinner has been enjoyed and the sun has set. It's time for us to go home. It was a pleasant walk." She stretched out her arms in an unladylike manner.
Lucien nodded and looked at the other end of Lata Summer Palace: "I don't even know who the current Grand Duke is. He was very low-key in the Violite family back then?"
"Because he never thought that he could inherit the throne, but I think this is only temporary. Our children, grandchildren or other descendants will always come back to the throne." Natasha said with a knightly style.
After leaving Latasha Palace, Lucien and Natasha walked towards the city wall. At this time, a cardinal walked out from a nearby noble villa, who seemed to be their acquaintance Gossette.
As they prepared to leave, Lucien and Natasha only slightly changed their appearance without concealing their auras. Gossette suddenly stopped while walking, and his pupils shrank like needle eyes.
"Lucien = Evans... Natasha = Violet..." He found that his breathing had stopped, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed. He wanted to escape or use his magic.
He didn't perform any magic, and the muscles in his legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he saw Lucien looking over with a smile on his face, his black pupils as deep as lake water. He was so frightened that he fell into an ice cave and did not dare to move. Cold sweat was secreted on his forehead.
He didn't know how long it took, but he saw the two people walking out of his sight, and then he gasped for air and contacted Cardinal Philibert: "Your Excellency, Cardinal, I saw Lucien Evans and Natasha.
=It’s Violite, it’s not too late to activate the Alto Divine Magic Defense Formation now!”
While speaking, he realized that his voice was so hoarse, like an ascetic monk who had not spoken for a hundred years.
Philiber was stunned for a moment, and soon with the help of the magic array, he sensed the figures of Lucien and Natasha. They were slowly approaching the city wall, and there was a vast and boundless universe in front of them.
Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Gossette seriously: