Hearing Lucian's words, Lilith didn't feel wrong, and said happily and with a little shyness: "We plan to listen to your concert Mr. Evans and leave after the music festival in Alto, anyway, time is still ......." She suddenly realized that she was revealing something she shouldn't have revealed, so she hurriedly shut up.
And Sara on the side also felt that something was wrong, and looked at Lucian with a slightly solemn expression: "Mr. Evans, everyone who came to Alto during this time came to participate in the music festival, and so did we, why do you wonder that we are still in Alto?"
He asked subconsciously, and when he finished speaking, he wanted to bite off his tongue, if Lucian really saw any clues from the literature, wouldn't it be equivalent to confessing himself by asking rhetorical questions like this? !
"Hehe, I see that your brothers and sisters are coming to the 'Brons' Manor to ask me to interpret the manuscript despite the city gate being closed, and I thought you had something urgent." Lucian's thoughts turned and he found a good reason to explain. I was really careless just now, and I subconsciously asked the doubts in my heart, but if I didn't know that the documents were related to a ruin that was about to be opened, why would I be surprised that the Sara brothers and sisters didn't leave?!
"Sometimes it's easy to say the wrong thing when you know too much!" Lucian reviewed himself in his heart.
Lilith obviously believed this explanation, and her brother and sister were indeed very eager at the time, so she happily replied half-truthfully: "Because we like you very much, Mr. Evans, we are eager to meet you. Hehe, Mr. Evans, the melody you played just now is so beautiful, like a dreamy natural beauty......"
After a casual conversation on the street, Sara always felt a little uncomfortable facing Lucian who interpreted the manuscript, and was always afraid that she would accidentally leak her mouth and let him know the secret, so she forcibly took her sister who was unwilling to leave away.
Seeing the backs of their siblings disappear into the crowd, Lucian nodded slightly: "The time of entering that magical ruin is very consistent with my inference."
"But did you meet them by chance today, or did they appear on purpose?"
In Alto, under the control of the church, Lucian was careless and suspicious of anything that involved magic.
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Lucian, who had restrained his greed, quickly forgot about the magical ruins and continued to wander around with Evan around, sometimes enjoying a symphony in this concert hall, sometimes listening to opera in that theater, and sometimes joining some music games.
As evening fell, Joel and Alyssa returned satisfied, finished Lucian's "nanny" job, and after dinner, several people walked to the municipal square together.
The usually empty and deserted municipal square is now crowded with people, and even the nearby streets are crowded, as if all living creatures from the entire Aalto have gathered here.
By 8 p.m., the church will use a magic circle to form a huge transparent "crystal wall" in the center of the municipal square, and through this crystal wall floating in mid-air, citizens can see and hear the condition of the stage in the Hall of Psalms.
"A lot of people!" Evan exclaimed in an exaggerated tone characteristic of a child.
The front was simply a sea of human bodies, although they were wearing clothes of various colors, but in Evan opinion, it was completely black.
Joel smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Let's wait here, anyway, that 'Crystal of God' can be seen in the entire administrative district."
"No, of course, the closer and clearer the concert in the Psalm Hall, the better!" Alyssa rejected the decision to stop and had to use her weight to crush a path.
Lucian stopped her with a smile: "Aunt Alyssa, I'll take you to a good place where you can enjoy the concert in the Hall of Psalm to the fullest."
"Oh, where is it?" Evan asked curiously.
Lucian pretended not to answer mysteriously, and led Joel's family to a remote street without advancing, and then went around to the other side of the city square.
Soon, a five-story classical heavy style building appeared in front of him.
"City Hall?" Joel seemed to understand something and smiled meaningfully, he had always been concerned about Lucian's marriage problems.
Lucian smiled and shook his head: "Phyllis's father, Mr. Urban, is the clerk of the town hall, and he invited us to the top floor of the town hall to enjoy the concert in the Psalm Hall."
With status, there are connections, and with connections, many things become simpler.
At the back door of the city hall, Phyllis in a long scarlet dress was already waiting there.
The seats in the Hall of Psalm were limited, and there were many distinguished guests from other countries, so even aristocrats like Urban and Phyllis were not invited, and within the Musicians' Association, only famous and authoritative musicians were eligible to enter, such as Victor, who successfully entered the ranks through his last concert.
Lucian, as the music advisor to the future Grand Duchess, was originally invited, but he made an excuse to accompany his uncle's family and did not go to the Psalm Hall, after all, tonight's concert is the theme of masses and hymns, and I don't know how many priests, bishops and cardinals will attend.
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At eight o'clock in the evening, a faint halo lit up in the center of the municipal square, sacred and vast.
The citizens of Aalto and outsiders who witnessed this scene buried their heads deeply and quietly prayed and praised, this is the majesty of the Lord, this is the power of the Lord!
Lucian did not act independently, bowed his head in prayer like them, full of curiosity and awe of the majestic power contained within the halo:
"The power of magic comes from nature, but where does the power of magic come from? If there really is a God, then why is the church divided? I don't know when I will have such a strong strength......"
The halo became brighter and brighter, gradually solidifying and transparent, like a huge crystal wall, and no matter which angle you looked at the crystal wall, you could directly see the stage of the Psalm Hall through it.
The choir of the Golden Cathedral was already standing neatly there.
"Ah, pious people......"
The clear, beautiful, powerful and high-pitched singing voice sounded with the music, so beautiful, so incomparable, like a lament from an angel.
The choir is full of eunuch singers, because they were castrated before puberty, their physiological changes occurred, and their singing voices were clear and high compared to women, making them the best hymn singers.
Lucian listened to the hymns and masses quietly from the perspective of pure appreciation, and had to admit that the ethereal silence and penetrating soul of many of the melodies in them were not yet possible for him to play.
Of course, the church more or less uses the power of the divine array to make religious music appear more sacred and beautiful, after all, this is an excellent occasion to strengthen faith.
"Every time I listen to the hymns of the Aalto Festival, I feel a trembling feeling, this is the voice of the Lord......" After the concert, the Civic Square was still immersed in a sacred atmosphere, it seemed very quiet, Phyllis turned her head and sighed at Lucian, and at the same time showed deep worry and worry: "With such a concert as the beginning of the first day, there must be many people who compare Lucian's performance on your last day. Even if your concert is already above the standard, as long as it is not at such a height, it will definitely be fiercely criticized."
"Isn't fate already given the highest rating? With it, I don't think it's much worse than this concert." Lucian smiled and looked at Phyllis, so she didn't have to worry.
Phyllis pursed her plump lips: "Lucian, you know that I don't mean fate, but your solo piano pieces. Hey, I really don't know how you can be so calm, I feel so stressed that I can't breathe."
"Miss Phyllis, Lucian has experienced things that are harder and more dangerous than you think, and this is the calmness that life brings him." The guard soldier next to him interjected and replied, it was John.
Although he was assigned to maintain law and order, he was under the care of Sir Wayne and would be in charge of the top floor of the city hall every night from 8 p.m., without delaying the concert.
Phyllis nodded: "Okay, I'm too nervous. Lucian, don't be affected by my emotions, stay calm like this, even if there are slight flaws, it will not affect your status, and your score of "Sadness" is excellent."
"Phyllis, don't you think the more you say this, the easier it is to make others nervous?" Lucian laughed.
Phyllis couldn't help but glared at Lucian.
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April 4, 8 p.m.
Lucian, at Victor's strong request, sat down in the hall of the Psalm.
"This may be President Christopher's last concert, so it's best not to miss it." Victor next to him smiled bitterly and said to Lucian, "If it weren't for Phyllis and Lot, they wouldn't be qualified, I would definitely let them come to the Psalm Hall to appreciate it, Lucian, you really don't know how to cherish it."
Lucian knew that Victor was well-intentioned, so he had to reply in a joking way: "Mr. Victor, are you not worried that I will be under immense and unbearable pressure after listening to President Christopher's flawless concert, so that tomorrow's concert will fail?"
"If you can say something like this, I don't think I have to worry about your mentality of facing pressure." After nearly nine months of getting along, Victor has a better understanding of Lucian's character, and he actually has a good sense of humor under the quiet and restrained surface, "And your piano piece "Sadness" has made great progress in genre compared to previous sonatas, and tends to be perfectly mature, as far as I am concerned, this will be a transformative piece in the history of sonata development."
Worried about Lucian, knowing that he had determined the repertoire and registered the score, Victor and Phyllis each asked for a copy to watch.
"However, many of the techniques you used in the two pieces did not conform to the composition specifications of previous piano pieces, and they were very difficult to play, I tried to play them and found that it took at least several months of practice to barely flow smoothly, so I was worried that people would not accept it, and I was worried that you would make mistakes in your playing......" Victor still had strong worries and nervousness, and Lucian was his proudest disciple.
Lucian was about to answer when a young man in his twenties came down the aisle, with black hair and brown eyes, with an ordinary appearance, but a very good temperament.
"Good evening, Mr. Victor." The man stopped in front of Lucian and Victor and greeted: "Is this my classmate Lucian Evans?"
Victor stood up with a smile and introduced: "This is my former student Marcus, who started as a court music consultant for the Shaq Kingdom after touring, and just returned to Alto a few days ago due to a music festival."
(End of this chapter)