Changing the classic repertoire of the baptism ceremony to the premiere of a new work would cause great internal doubts and public opinion if it were announced in advance.
But the masters who saw the music score did not show any surprise.
"I am happy to lead a feat." Galinitz said, "But do I need to inform my colleagues and the public in advance?"
“There is no need to make any noise.” The pope quoted from the Gospel in the Book of Illuminations. “At that time Joshua commanded the people, ‘You shall not shout, you shall not make a noise, not even a word shall come out of your mouth until I command you.
The day when you shout, then you can shout.' This time, when Lavoisier's Mass leaves its mark in the world, that's when they can shout."
He slowly closed the sheet music in his hand: "However, for those low-ranking and middle-ranking priests, you can give a subtle reminder to figure out the meaning of the scriptures and tune into spirituality. The revelation they receive will be like a flower on the ear.
The plump kernels.”
Master Conductor Galinitz folded his arms and groaned after hearing this.
San Porto has the world's top orchestra and choir. He does not need to worry about the impact of temporary changes of repertoire on the musicians' rehearsal. The only thing he needs to think about is how to maximize the performance effect.
The music at the baptismal ceremony needs to cover 30,000 believers in the core area and spread to hundreds of thousands of believers in the sub-core area.
This is due to the divine power summoned from the altar at the headquarters, but the arrangement of the performers and choir also needs to be considered to maximize the effect.
An idea gradually took shape in his mind.
Time flies and the day of Baptismal Day arrives.
The early morning, when the water turned to ice, brought the dawn moment, and the people of San Porto gradually gathered in the central area of the church.
In this old industrial world where invisible forces exist, an annual large-scale worship ceremony held by an Orthodox Church requires the use of massive extraordinary and social resources, and its significance to the people is not only "faith" and "comfort".
A conceptual thing.
They can get real blessings.
To avoid cold, to drive away evil spirits, to cure diseases, to strengthen the body, and to be prosperous, in addition to being given holy water, a few people may also receive a small amount of spiritual liquid blessed by the Lord in the cups they carry - the church will collect them after the event and give material rewards. In addition,
, a very few people will achieve true enlightenment, see the light of first acquaintance in their dreams, and be absorbed into official clergy, thus changing the trajectory of their lives.
All blessings may come to worshipers, depending on their piety, perception of music, understanding of doctrines, and the factors of luck that cannot be ignored.
The Baptismal Festival is held in the open square in front of the church. The long semi-ring-shaped seats stretch like golden lattice layers on the steps. This can accommodate more than 30,000 people, and spread out from the outer edge of the square.
The twelve kilometers of main streets in the city are already crowded with people.
The police force has been deployed in full force since midnight to maintain law and order. No cars or carriages are allowed to enter within an irregular circle of about four kilometers with the church as the center.
Fan Ning was sitting in the core area of the square - somewhere outside the third row near the corridor. The people sitting there were both candidates for priests and nobles from aristocratic families with higher titles. The row ahead were senior church officials and royal dignitaries.
The first row is composed of artists and representatives of official organizations.
From a distance, Fan Ning saw Roy's back.
She put on a bright silver trench coat today and sat in the middle of the first row. Since the rows of seats stretched very long, there was a long distance between them.
Fan Ning's eyes stayed on her for a moment and then moved elsewhere.
To be fair, he felt that the church at the church's headquarters in San Porto was not as tall and magnificent as the former Janingo Sun Church, and the street scene in the old city that he had just come along did not look as good as the Santa Ramburg.
So majestic.
But Fan Ning deeply experienced the feeling of being soaked in, overwhelmed, and even assimilated by a kind of accumulation and vicissitudes.
Among the carefully cleaned copper sculptures, the spotless street masonry, and the simple primary-colored architectural textures, the light looks young, but it is ancient. His own shadow passes through them, and Fan Ning also feels like he is
Become ancient by birth.
The Church of the Holy Sun has been inherited since the 3rd Snoa Dynasty. Even when the powerful Tulungalia Dynasty almost ruled the world, the ancient land of Janus was still in a corner of the Western Continent - yes,
The holy city beneath our feet existed more than two thousand years ago.
"The 'Unfallen Fire' is the world source god ranked first by default in mystical knowledge. Even some extreme secret organizations only put it second after the Lord of Witness they enshrine. This ranking
Based on what seems to be an innate convention.”
Fan Ning suddenly had an intuition that this organization must have many trump cards that even the Special Patrol Office would not dare to underestimate. The restrained white church in the distance also contained many ancient secrets.
"I have been thinking about it for two or three days, but I still want to ask, why are you not allowed to go directly? I have never seen a person as confident as you who violates the contract. By the way, you are not allowed to reply with words like "the abnormal area is dangerous."
My ears almost broke when I heard it at my dad's place." The golden flowing font appeared on the brim of the hat on my knees.
Fan Ning had just noticed that the messenger had been summoned by Roy using a secret contract. Now when he saw the message handed back, he couldn't help but laugh.
After I said I wasn't allowed to go last time, the other party just replied "Oh."
Although she felt a little depressed, she could be regarded as agreeing - from this point of view, compared with the stalemate between her and Marquis MacAdam, her words seemed to have a better effect.
So, could it be that this time I thought about it for two or three days and felt that it would be shameful to agree directly, so I asked "why" again?
Fan Ning glanced at the back of Miss Roy's silver windbreaker again.
She was sitting upright as usual, listening to the people next to her, smiling politely and nodding from time to time.
"First of all, I have a way for you to be promoted to the Deep Dawner. Before you can be promoted to the "Forged Lion", you don't have to go out of the way to compete for a spot. Secondly, I need your help to advance to the second level of the Deep Dawn. If you go
If you don't go, things will become difficult. In the end, if you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go."
After Fan Ning replied to the message, he began to close his eyes and rest.
This time, only two minutes had passed when a very young, even boyish voice sounded in his ears:
"Hello, Antoine Lavoisier."
Fan Ning turned around and saw an extra wheelchair in the corridor next to him.
A man in thin black clothes sat sickly in a wheelchair, his hands huddled in his wide sleeves, and the brim of his hat that was too low covered most of his face. Only his chin could be seen without a beard.
Fan Ning knew the image of this mysterious figure from Roy's previous intelligence description.
This man is "Mr. Wax" from the Special Patrol Department!