Throne of Magical Arcana

Lucien bowed towards the front of the stage and towards the box to take the curtain call, but the thunderous applause continued like a tidal wave without any abatement, so Lucien had to salute and salute over and over again, similar to yesterday's Christopher The curtain call was exactly the same.

Ordinary people in the municipal square without the power of blood and the grace of the gods found that the applause was no longer enough to express their inner madness. The sadness that had been suppressed for a long time turned into cheers, into cries of pain, and completely vented.

Although the high-class people in the chant hall were not as crazy as they were, their applause was also prolonged and louder than ever before. Because even if they are knights, even if they have aroused the power of their blood and have a strong will when facing the enemy, they are still human beings, not gods. Music touches the softest part of the heart, and it also resonates emotionally, and expresses one's emotions crazily!

Truly beautiful music that comes from the heart has never distinguished high and low, regardless of race or belief.

Only the most devout fanatics who gave everything to the Lord seemed calmer.

Watching Lucien leave the stage after countless curtain calls, the audience in the municipal square slowly calmed down, exhaustion after venting and peace of mind emerged at the same time.

"Although this piano sonata is a bit inferior to the passion and firmness of fate, it is the best piano sonata I have ever heard, both in terms of structure and melody." Piola saw the crystal wall slowly disappearing , while admiring, felt inexplicably lost, and seemed to want to listen to it again, "Throughout the two works, it is Mr. Evans' belief that he will never give up in the face of difficulties, dangers, depression and sadness."

Sharon smiled and washed away the previous sadness: "The past piano sonatas are far from Mr. Evans's work in terms of their connotation and musical expression. It is conceivable that future sonatas will be based on the "Pathetique" is a model. How could we have accepted so many brand-new music concepts so quickly if we hadn't been to Alto?" The seven-month long trek seems to have paid off beyond imagination at this moment.

No wonder every Aalto Festival is a festival of music!

Grace stared at the direction of the disappearing crystal wall: "And Mr. Evans has made piano playing itself an art. I have decided to learn the piano."

"Stay in Alto to study?" Piola asked Grace hesitantly, ""Music Review" and "Symphony Guide" can only be bought by upper-class aristocrats and musicians in Sturk. Now we only need to go back Back home, with the ideas, structure and techniques learned from Mr. Evans' concert today, we will definitely become a popular band, join a real symphony orchestra, and embark on our own musical path.

"If you stay in Alto, Grace, how much money do you have to squander to find a teacher? And Alto has too many outstanding musicians and musicians. We are not Mr. Evans, and we have no chance of being famous here."

The silent Green said before Grace answered: "Follow us back, Grace. Our Fantasia was guided by Mr. Evans, and we will modify it according to his opinion, and we will make this matter After the publicity, we will be famous in Sturk immediately."

Although he is silent, it doesn't mean that Green doesn't have his own little thoughts. He won't let go of being able to quickly become famous with the help of musicians.

Although they felt that this was a bit bad, Piola, Sharon and the others did not refute Green's words, and they were even moved.

The expression on Grace's face changed again and again, and finally she thought of her relatives in her hometown and the bright future that Green described, and finally replied with a sigh: "Then let's buy the latest issue of "Music Review" and other newspapers. There were discussions about piano fingering techniques, sonata genres."

Everyone else nodded solemnly. These newspapers not only represent the future of music for themselves and others, but they can also make a lot of money by selling them back home.

Lilith and elder brother Sara were immersed in the suppressed and vented emotions just now for a long time before they glanced at each other, turned and walked towards the city gate.

"When we become official...we will travel around the mainland, and we will definitely find a place to study with peace of mind, and it will not be so depressing and painful." Sara patted her sister on the shoulder.

Lilith nodded seriously: "I didn't expect Mr. Evans to suffer so much. I seem to be able to feel his heart, but he is so determined and persistent, and will never give up in the face of difficulties. We must be like him! "

The backs of the two siblings slowly disappeared into the crowd, while McCants and Pierre on the other side walked back in a daze as if they had lost their souls.

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Backstage in the chant hall, Lucien slightly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and then hugged Rhine: "Thank you for your help, otherwise my concert would not be so successful."

Then he took the opportunity to whisper: "Mr. Rhine, can you tell me the location now?"

Rhine patted Lucien on the shoulder, smiled and replied in a voice that could not be heard by others: "Do you think this place and atmosphere are suitable for discussing this issue? I will find you tomorrow night."

Then his voice became higher: "Congratulations to you Lucien, this concert has shown everyone the direction of change and achieved great success. You will become a real, authoritative and famous musician."

Cellist Thomas waited for Rhine and Lucien to separate, and gave Lucien a hug: "Mr. Evans, last time I said that you would definitely become the most famous musician in the whole continent, but I didn't expect you to succeed so quickly. Congratulations, you will be a music legend in the future."

After thanking the band, a knight attendant was waiting at the door, and he came to invite Lucien to the box.

Lucien was a little uneasy. In front of a priest of the Holy Spirit, could he keep his identity as a magician?

"Don't worry, you have the blood of the moonlight, which can cover up the specialness of the magician's soul." Rhine pretended to pack up the instrument, and passed behind Lucien, his voice was inaudible, "Unless he already suspects you, just use divine magic to check .”

With Rhine's affirmation, Lucien regained his composure, and followed the knight attendant to the boxes of the big shots.

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Even if he was only standing in front of the box, still a few steps away from Sard, Lucien could clearly feel the warm light of the holy light, because sitting in front of him was a real Holy Spirit.

"It's a good thing I'm not of dark blood, nor do I specialize in necromancer magic, otherwise I would be seriously injured if Sard's soul shines on me." Lucien's current strength has made great progress compared to last time, It is even more possible to speculate on the unfathomable strength of Sardar's sea.

After Lucien saluted and greeted the big shots, Grand Duke Violet came over in person, held Lucien's hands and patted: "Your music and performance have the power to move people's hearts, I like it very much. Hehe, if you are not my daughter's music consultant, I will definitely invite you to be the chief consultant of the court. I hope you can continue to compose such beautiful music. As long as you can maintain this level, you will definitely be an expert in the music field in the future Grandmaster."

Natasha gave Lucien a knight's hug directly, and then whispered in his ear: "Lucien, what good ideas are you hiding? Good things should be shared with good friends!"

She was clearly bitter about not being able to charm Sylvia in the way she played that way.

"Probably not anymore." Lucien replied a little embarrassedly. It can't be said that I am actually a magic apprentice.

Then Natasha let go of Lucien, with a rare and peaceful smile: "Your performance just now reminded me of many things that I thought I could forget, thank you, Lucien, even though they are sad, they are still valuable .”

Christopher walked up to Lucien with a smile, looked at it for dozens of seconds, and finally hugged him kindly: "My era is over, but you let me see that a new era is coming."

"My life is the same. Thank you for your praise, Mr. President." Lucien replied with a pun. His life is about to end an old paragraph and start a new journey.

Christopher turned sideways to let Lucien pass by, and at the same time he chuckled: "On behalf of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald", I have a long-term appointment with you. As long as it is a review article you write, it will definitely be in the first few editions."

These two most famous music newspapers in the continent are sponsored by the Aalto Association, and only real musicians or persons of noble status can contribute articles. And once the articles written can be included by these two newspapers, the remuneration will vary from one to five gentalers according to the fame and layout.

At this moment, Lucien had already arrived in front of Bishop Sard, forcibly maintained his calm, and kissed the back of Sard's hand with knightly etiquette: "It is my greatest honor that you can come to my concert."

Sard nodded, his cloudy eyes half-closed: "I've heard about you, and I understand the sadness and pain in your heart, but you have a tenacious heart, which is why you have come to your present glory. Young People, remember one sentence, hardships and hardships are the Lord's test, and if you don't go through them, you can't really bloom the glory of your life, may the Lord bless you."

Leaving from Sard, Lucien didn't relax at all, and even a little emotional change in front of the legendary powerhouse would be discovered!

After Verdi's serious and simple congratulations, Prince Michelle smiled shyly and hugged Lucien: "Congratulations, Mr. Evans, you are already a famous musician. On behalf of the court of Tria and myself I personally extend an invitation to you, and whenever you come to Tria as a guest, you will receive the most solemn welcome."

"Thank you, Your Highness. If there is a chance, I will definitely go to Tria." Lucien expressed his thanks.

Then, Lucien received many invitations from other guests in the box, from different countries in the mainland.

For these invitations, Lucien did not refuse, but only said that it needed to be considered, because the route could only be determined after the location of the headquarters of the Magic Council was known, and these invitations were an excuse to leave at that time.

Coming out of the box, Lucien saw that the audience in the chant hall began to leave slowly, gradually becoming empty, while the hustle and bustle outside had stopped, and it was as quiet as the night, so he shook his head and smiled:

It's time to close the curtain, musician Lucian.