Chapter 63 Psalm Hall
The night sky was dark and deep, dotted with countless stars, and Lucian once again used the star power in meditation to temper his spiritual power and soul.
Among these star powers, the star power lines from their own destiny main stars are the clearest and easiest to control.
The spiritual power was dyed with pure starlight little by little, and spread to the soul, making the soul seem to emit a faint bright shimmer.
This layer of light slowly melted into the soul, and Lucian only felt that his soul was growing strong at a speed that could be clearly felt.
Before becoming a high-level magic apprentice, the growth and strength of spiritual power and soul were so obvious, so it took only one year for the witch to go from an apprentice magic apprentice to a senior level, and Lucian was no slower than her in this.
Under the effect of the storm potion, Lucian's spiritual power was stronger than usual, so the star power he could master and the star power used to temper himself were more than usual, and soon, Lucian's soul had a sense of fullness.
However, there was also a power that expanded outward in this feeling of fullness, which made Lucian see an opportunity and did not stop meditating.
The soul seemed to be expanding and contracting, compressing and fusing the star power with itself, and finally, Lucian discovered for the first time that the soul seemed to have a heavy, solid illusion.
After the meditation, the hallucinations disappeared, but Lucian felt that his mind was clearer than ever, and he understood that he had finally become an official magic apprentice, and his soul had a little mutation that others could not detect, and in the future, it could effectively weaken the attacks that control the mind, chaotic spirit, and suppress the will, and the recovery speed would be nearly doubled compared to before, and the spiritual power perception became a little clearer from very vague.
"But such a breakthrough is really harmful to the body, even if I insist on exercising, but if I can't become a full-fledged magician in the future and use magic to extend my life, I'm really afraid that I won't live to be sixty years old." The disappearance of the effect of the Storm Elixir's overdraft potential made Lucian feel deeply exhausted and weak, and after checking his condition, he fell into a deep sleep again.
After becoming a formal magic apprentice, Lucian's spiritual power will usher in a stage of rapid growth until the small obstacle of advanced magic apprenticeship.
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In the following days, with the help of Lucian, the "original author", Victor successfully perfected the melody and details and adapted it into a symphony, and then through repeated practice and the assistance of Rhein, an excellent player, the band finally skillfully played the music when Othello came to listen to it.
After listening to the Symphony of Destiny, Othello stood up in the empty concert hall and applauded for a long time: "I couldn't accurately judge the value of this piece by melody alone, but now I am relieved, this must be a piece that can cause a sensation, again, Victor, you have a good student."
"Also, Lucian, you are indeed an unimaginable genius, but genius is always criticized, especially if you can't even play the piano proficiently. If you can't maintain the rhythm of writing a great work every year or two, you should be prepared for overwhelming questioning and criticism."
"It's not a good thing for you to become famous too early."
Othello was still very sorry that Lucian did not devote his musical talent to serious religious themes, shook his head, and turned to leave.
Seeing Othello's back disappearing at the door of the concert hall, Victor said to Lucian with some guilt: "This piece of music hit my heart that day, it made me too excited and impulsive, although no one will suspect you of plagiarism, although genius doesn't need a reason, but I didn't consider the pressure that becoming famous too early would bring to you."
"It's okay, Mr. Victor, I have a tough heart, and pressure only gives me motivation." Although Lucian himself also didn't want to become famous too early, but since he had reached this point, he might as well make good use of this reputation, at least he could start to get in touch with the upper class, and he wouldn't want to buy moonlight rose powder and had nowhere to buy it, and maybe he could still rely on this reputation to earn Kintale and create conditions for his own magic learning.
Victor nodded: "I believe in your will to face difficulties and pressures, but in the past year, I will try my best to block other things for you, so that you can concentrate on mastering the piano, otherwise a talented musician will not even be able to play an instrument well and will be strongly questioned."
After saying this, Victor continued: "Two days later, you and Lot will follow me backstage in the Psalm Hall, and as the creator of the music, if you want, you can invite some friends to listen to the concert, but the number of people cannot be too many, keep it below five."
Although the concert in the Hall of Psalm is only for the upper class, and the tickets are equivalent to one to two years of a civilian's savings, that is, a golden tale, it will humanely reserve certain seats for musicians, conductors, performers, etc., so that their relatives and friends can participate.
"Really? That's great." Thinking of Uncle Joel's wish, Lucian replied happily, because he didn't know when he would leave the City of Psalms, and he didn't know if he had the opportunity to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall.
Although Lucian himself did not feel sorry for it, and even breathed a sigh of relief, if he could fulfill Joel's wish now, Lucian would of course be very happy, "Uncle Joel, Aunt Alyssa, John, Aven, plus Elena, there are exactly five people."
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In the small living room of Alyssa's house, Lucian took advantage of dinner time to bring up the matter: "Uncle Joel, Aunt Alyssa, Aven, that's right, my teacher Mr. Victor will have a concert in the Psalm Hall on Saturday night, so I can invite some friends to attend, would you like to go?"
"Hall of Psalms? Is it really possible?" Aunt Alyssa asked excitedly, listening to a concert in the Hall of Psalm is the dream of every Aalto person, but expensive tickets and implicit discrimination make it impossible for poor people like Alyssa and most commoners to enter the Hall of Psalm.
Seeing Lucian nodding in affirmation, Joel said happily but doubtfully: "Isn't it only musicians' relatives and friends who are invited?"
"Maybe a friend of a musician's student will do ......" Alyssa thought of a reason for Lucian, while Evan said with a light in his eyes: "Go to a concert in the Hall of Psalms? I must be the most enviable child in Adelaide."
Lucian thought that every guest at the concert would get a song list with the track name, composer, arranger, etc., so he replied without hiding: "I helped Mr. Victor complete a work, so I am qualified to invite my friends."
"You? Help Mr. Victor complete a work?" As a bard, Joel understood the difficulty of composing a piece of music better than Alyssa and Evan, and the wooden dinner fork in his hand fell on the table, "Little Evans, really?"
He originally wanted to say: "Little Evans, lying is not a good habit." But thinking of Lucian's behavior all along, he didn't look like someone who lied about this kind of thing, so he simply asked rhetorically.
Lucian didn't explain, and smiled: "Uncle Joel, you will know then."
Joel shook his head and laughed: "Little Evans, you have grown up, you have your own secrets, although I still can't believe it, but maybe our little Evans is really a musical genius? We'll have to rent a few dresses, wait for the concert to start, and wait for you to create music. I don't think you will let me down." Without hearing the music, Joel's surprise quickly recovered, anticipating it with a dubious attitude.
Aunt Alyssa looked rosy, as if she was several years younger, and then said with some worry: "We'll tell John, but he doesn't know if he can come, if he misses the performance of your first piece, it would be a pity."
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For Lucian's invitation, Elena, who had already accepted his creation of an excellent work, was very happy and nodded in agreement without hesitation.
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On Saturday, at eight o'clock in the evening, outside the Psalm Hall, carriages slowly came, pulled by mighty and strong dragon-scaled horses.
Some of the carriages were gorgeous, some were low-key, some were exquisite, and some were grand, but the outside of the carriages were engraved with the coats of arms of their own families, and the beautifully dressed gentlemen and ladies got off the carriage, took the music list from the waiters, and led them into the foyer of the Psalm Hall, and greeted each other.
"Lord Count, I didn't expect you to have returned to Aalto from your own territory." A middle-aged man saluted a man with fiery red hair, and the other nobles around him also had great respect for this man, because he was the head of the Hayne family, one of the major families of Alto, Count Hayne, and Phyllis' uncle.
Count Hain smiled slightly: "This is my little niece's teacher's concert, and a lot of things have happened to Alto recently, of course we old guys have to come back to serve His Majesty the Grand Duke." He is a third-level great knight, with "flame" bloodline, although he is in his fifties, but there is no trace of old age, and his son, thirty-two-year-old Harrington, has just become a sixth-level heavenly knight, consolidating the family's position.
"Your Excellency, you are truly a loyal knight." The other nobles praised one after another.
Count Hain took the music list, looked at it casually, and smiled slightly curiously: "Lucian Evans? How come I didn't know that Victor had such a student and was already able to compose music."
A noble lady, Yvette, wondered: "Phyllis has been helping her teacher prepare for the concert during this time, I haven't seen her much, but when I went on vacation to the manor a few months ago, she didn't mention this Lucian at all, it's really strange."
"Then let's look forward to the work of this strange composer." Count Hain said as he walked to the foyer of the Hall of Psalms, handing his sword to the guards and allowing them to check their belongings.
Because Archduke Valire was going to participate, the inspection was stricter to prevent assassinations.
However, the guards did not check too carefully, because the entire hall of the Psalm was arranged with a super-large anti-magic circle, and the magic and supernatural forces under the legendary realm would be banned, which was a masterpiece that the church took more than a hundred years to complete.
Not long after Count Hayne entered, two teams of guards wearing red uniforms with a gold stripe on their left chest ran in unison to clear the way, and surrounded by them, two dark purple low-key carriages drove over.
(End of this chapter)