Chapter 66 Progressive
——The first place in the weekly list and the third place in the weekly push list, I am so happy that I didn't expect it, thank you, continue to ask for support from the recommendation vote~
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In terms of musical communication, the other nobles behind the box also had room to interject, unlike when they were discussing serious matters just now, they could only listen to the conversation between Bishop Salder, Archduke Vaulite, and Princess Natasha.
"I heard my lovely little niece mention that Victor wrote this piece intermittently for two or three years, and after knowing that a concert was going to be held in the Psalm Hall, he went to my brother's estate for three months to finally complete it.
Count Hain smiled and mentioned the story behind the creation of this music to the Grand Duke and the Princess, and was slightly grateful to Phyllis, this little niece who she hated and disliked very much since she started learning music, finally allowing herself, a person with no musical talent, to communicate music with Her Majesty the Grand Duke and Her Royal Highness the Princess.
As the second son, the current Count Hain had not yet stimulated the bloodline, and Phyllis's father was deeply favored by the old count, so he had the upper hand and became the source of Count Hayne's nightmares at night.
But in the end, Count Hayne succeeded in stimulating the power of the bloodline without being favored by everyone, and his son Harrington showed talent that was not inferior to Princess Natasha and Count Verdi, so he successfully inherited the title and the hereditary territory of the Hayne family in an entire county.
Archduke Valith nodded slightly: "It also reminds me of the harvest festival I had when I was young. Natasha, regardless of whether his feelings support a theme or not, but in my opinion, Victor's music is already very good, and I really look forward to his next two works.
"But the last piece was not Victor's, it was composed by his student Lucian, it's hard to imagine what excellent music a beginner who has only been studying music for three months can compose." Count Lafferty also joined the discussion, he looked only about thirty years old, and his whole person was like a legendary angel of light, handsome to dazzling.
Princess Natasha laughed figuratively: "Uncle Hart, you are the least qualified person to say this, the person who can stimulate the 'sun' bloodline to become a warlock at the age of ten is much stronger than Lucian's talent, and you are already a high-level warlock with eight rings at the age of sixty-seven, according to the normal lifespan of two hundred years, you are fully qualified to impact the legendary realm."
This Count Lafferty, who looks very young, turned out to be a powerful spellcaster, but in order to distinguish himself from magicians, the nobles called the casting of bloodline power as a warlock, and the different bloodlines mixed with other nobles are prone to mutations and stimulate power.
Verdi replied solemnly on behalf of Lafferty: "This is the power given by the Lord, Uncle Hart can become a warlock at the age of ten, that is the Lord's love and gift."
"It is said that music is the same." Natasha smiled and said not very carefully, "Seriously, I'm looking forward to it, no matter whether Lucian's music is good or bad, it's a very interesting thing."
Lafferty shook his head: "Victor's arrangement of it in the last and most important position proves the excellence of this work, and I don't think Victor wants to ruin his concert."
His judgment was supported by nobles such as Count Hain, who did not know Lucian and did not have much prejudice against Lucian, and although they were surprised by the time he studied music, it did not affect them to judge the quality of the work from Victor's arrangement.
Nobles may have many other shortcomings in being able to maintain their status and carry on their family all the time, but they are not stupid without being blinded by emotions.
"Anyway, there will be another work to hear." Natasha chuckled twice, "Next is Victor's new piano concerto, I've been looking forward to that brand new instrument for a long time."
Verdi sat on the chair as if he were riding on the back of a horse, his back straight and without any relaxation: "Really? I don't know how the tone and sound quality are compared to the harpsichord?"
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After the second work was applauded by the Grand Duke, Victor completely relaxed, and when he came back to rest backstage, he could still joke with Lucian, Lot and others, while Rhine maintained a low profile from the beginning and stood silently next to him, but Phyllis and others thought that Rhine was preparing for the next work and did not care.
The break quickly passed, and Victor walked over to the piano, which he would play himself, while Rhein, as principal, coordinated and conducted the band for him.
The loud and rich piano sound brings the prelude to the music, and the sacred and solemn atmosphere is set off after a few melodies, which is a concerto with a religious theme.
"Nice instrument." After Verdi heard the timbre, he nodded in satisfaction, then closed his eyes and listened carefully.
The broad and solemn characteristics of religious music are fully expressed by the wide range of the piano, especially in the few high-pitched places, the volume and control of the piano are perfect, and the whole hall becomes solemn and sacred.
By the end of the concerto, Bishop Salde had a cross painted on his chest: "This is a praise to the Lord, and this new instrument makes this work completely beyond its original level."
Natasha habitually finished drawing the cross, and then couldn't help but praise it out loud: "This instrument is amazing, it's the keyboard instrument I really want! Compared with it, the harpsichord and the harpsichord are like the girls' toys, without this majestic feeling!"
"You're a girl too, Natasha." The Grand Duke originally wanted to praise and applaud, but after hearing Natasha's words, he couldn't help but frown and remind her.
Facing her father, Natasha didn't dare to talk back, and muttered: "Then I am also the most special one among the girls, I can compete with men, I like fierce and powerful music and battles."
Verdi looked at Natasha with a meaningful smile and said nothing.
This made Natasha sit up straight, and a pair of bright purple eyes on her beautiful and slightly strong face stared at Verdi seriously: "Do you look down on me? Do you need to go out and have a fight?"
"I didn't say anything." The smile on Verdi's face didn't think so.
Seeing that both of them were arguing unwillingly, Grand Duke Vaorit had to divert their attention with another topic: "Next is your long-awaited symphony of fate, Natasha."
Natasha looked at the resting musicians below, and squinted at Verdi: "Dear cousin, how good do you think this work can be? I think it should be better than all your works."
"Dear cousin, I remember that you were only good at playing and music criticism, and you never wrote a great piece of music. No matter how jealous you are, I am far superior to you in terms of musical talent and creation, but unfortunately I have no interest in becoming a musician, otherwise I will create a record of music in three months...... Verdi is very happy to beat his arrogant cousin.
Natasha pretended to be surprised: "Really? Is this really the case? Dear cousin, how do I think you are not as good as Lucian, who has just studied music for three months, and your works have not been performed in the Hall of Psalms."
"It's just that I don't want to......" Verdi, who was poked in the sore spot, said a little gritted his teeth, "And the guy who has only been studying music for three months, even if he can write good music, I don't think he can be better than my work." He was so angry that he expressed his true opinion.
As soon as he finished speaking, Verdi was secretly annoyed: "Oh no, I fell into Natasha's trap, this guy is really stingy enough for a woman!"
It is conceivable that as long as Lucian's music is excellent, Natasha will laugh and hit herself with what she just said, and if Lucian's music is only near the horizontal line, Natasha will have no loss, because it is not written by her, and it is a fact that Lucian's music is played in the Hall of Psalms and she does not.
Sure enough, Natasha smiled proudly, then leaned lazily on the back of the chair and repeated the words several times: "I'm really looking forward to the last work more and more."
"I'm also looking forward to it, it's hard to imagine what a beginner would write music like." The Grand Duke of Valrit was also very curious, except for Salde, who still had his eyes half-closed as if he was asleep, and the other nobles and the musicians below were basically the same.
Although the success of Victor's concert would not cause him any loss, the better Victor was, the more unhappy he was, because he felt that Victor had stolen his own opportunity, and if it were himself, it could also be done.
"I want to hear what your genius student's work is like?!" Wolff gritted his teeth and said, "As long as there is something bad, I will criticize him harshly in the Music Review, so that he will never have the confidence to continue his musical path, and if there is a major mistake in the last work, Victor you will be remembered as a disgrace in the Psalm Hall."
He wants to amplify every melody and every note to find flaws.
Even John, who had always maintained a calm temperament, his right hand holding the armrest seemed to be a little tight, only Elena, who knew more about the character of Director Othello, and Evan, who had no concept, were still calmly looking forward to it.
Verdi, on the other hand, tried to remedy what he had just said: "Music is a very subjective art, maybe Natasha, you think it's an excellent work, I don't think so."
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Before the last piece began, at the end of the first concert in the Psalm Hall, many memories welled up in his heart, remembering the first concert that failed, thinking of the second concert that was a great success after struggling with hard work, thinking of every bit of his wife Winnie, remembering Winnie's reluctant and regretful eyes before being called by the Lord, thinking of every failure and dispute in his life, and remembering Lucian's encouragement to himself with music......
"Winnie, can you hear it in heaven?"
Glancing at Lucian backstage, when the emotions were brewing to the highest peak, Victor waved the baton, his right hand tightly holding the swing like a convulsive heart patient.
Dangdangdang, fate knocks on the door!
The never-before-seen beginning, such a concise, shocking, and powerful opening that had never been used made the Grand Duke, Natasha, Verdi and others who closed their eyes and were ready to admire it couldn't help but open their eyes.
(End of this chapter)