——It's the last few days, ask for a monthly pass.
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Lucian's low laughter did not attract attention, because they had already begun to eagerly discuss the new piano sonata signed "Moonlight" by the famous musician Mr. Lucian Evans, discussing the quiet and melodious first movement, which was noisy and noisy, drowning out all other anomalies.
"Mr. Wise, it seems that you like the first movement of "Moonlight" very much, why don't we go to the piano room and try to play and practice?" Casper saw that he had been rude to Wise in the hall, so he invited him upstairs.
Wise nodded lightly and smiled: "Mr. Casper, you are really good at understanding other people's hearts, and I am now thinking of practicing this beautiful and soothing "Moonlight".
With Wise's consent, the so-called "musicians" and musicians of the Cosher City Musicians Association immediately surrounded him and walked to the staircase.
Betty smiled apologetically at Lucian: "Mr. Evans, I want to go up and listen to Mr. Wise play "Moonlight", so I won't stay with you. Otherwise, don't write a letter yet, go up and listen together, this is a rare opportunity!"
"Yes, Mr. Evans, let's go listen together." Joanna and Simon held hands, looking equally excited.
Lucian shook his head and said, "For me, writing a letter is more important."
Joanna and Betty sighed at the same time: "This is really regrettable." They began to feel that Mr. Evans, as a knight of a certain princess, should have seen many outstanding musicians, so they seemed so calm when facing Mr. Wise.
Seeing the Simons and the others quickly following Wise and the others to the stairs, Mars also apologetically said to Lucian: "Mr. Evans, hehe, I mean that the famous musician Mr. Lucian Evans' "Moonlight" is very suitable for my hearing, so I plan to go up and listen to Mr. Wise's performance while reading the score. He surpassed all the musicians and musicians in the city of Cosse in the art of playing the piano. Mr. Evans, just write the letter and leave it to Chrissy, and I will arrange the rest of the matter."
"Then please Mr. Mars." Lucian watched Mars leave without paying attention. Since there were no other tables and chairs in the hall, he stood directly next to the counter, spread out the letter paper, and began to write with the ink here.
Chrissy looked at the staircase in disappointment and sighed helplessly: "Why am I still here to stay? Hey, I missed Mr. Wise's private playing." Then she fidgeted and walked around behind the counter.
Lucian completely turned a blind eye to her performance, and seriously wrote down his experiences from his two-month trip on the stationery, mainly focusing on the scenery along the way, the customs of various countries, the monsters and bandits he encountered, etc., and wrote seven or eight pages before stopping writing.
After sealing so many pages of letterhead, Lucian picked up a pen and wrote the address of John's family on the front of the envelope, then put it aside and continued to write the next letter.
As long as Lucian signs and stamps the front of the envelope, the Aalto Musicians Association will naturally help him deliver it to John's house, which is the treatment of musicians. And if it is not signed or stamped, the only belonging of this kind of inexplicable letter that the recipient is not an internal member of the association is the trash can.
The second letter was sent to Natasha, and Lucian added different folk music experiences from different places during the trip on the basis of the first letter, so he wrote more than 20 pages.
At the end of writing, Lucian thought about it and added with a smile: "Your birthday is coming soon, Your Highness, but I am in another country, so I can only wish you a blessing in advance."
After binding the letter, Lucian only wrote "Natasha Vaori Received" on the front, because it did not require an address to send her, and the Othello Council of the Association was very happy to take this opportunity to visit the Lata Summer Palace.
Continuing to spread out the letter, Lucian began to write a third letter, not for other friends—they could see the first letter from John, but prepared to send it to President Christopher.
Seeing that Lucian had no intention of stopping writing, Chrissy's mouth was a little unclosed, and her expression was very helpless: "How many letters does this gentleman have to write? Do you plan to write a letter to all your friends, I wonder if the Aalto Musicians Association will refuse to accept it......"
After several pieces of letter paper, Lucian was still writing hard, and Chrissy, who was very bored and slightly curious, couldn't help but walk to the side, relying on her ability to spell and recognize some words, and stretched her neck to peek at the addresses of the two letters written by Lucian.
"John Collection, 154 Purple Lily District...... I don't know." Chrissy first looked at the one with several times more words, and then looked at the other one, "Natasha Owit received, Natasha Owit received...... Natasha Owit?"
"Could it be that Natasha Valrit?!"
Natasha's name often appears in "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald", so it is familiar to people in other country musicians associations, and it is considered famous, and Vaulit's surname is very special, very rare, so Chrissy directly thought of the princess.
"What is the relationship between this gentleman and Princess Valrit and Countess Violet?" The deep surprise and intense curiosity drove Chrissy to speculate on Lucian's identity, "Wait, Mr. Mars called him Mr. Evans just now?! Mr. Lucian Evans?!!"
There are many people with the surname Evans, Chrissy herself has seen more than ten people in Corsher City, and the name Lucian is even more rare, and the combination of the two is considered ordinary, but there is only one Mr. Evans who can be associated with Princess Vaorit and Countess Violet!
Chrissy's pink mouth opened in a circle and couldn't close, and countless voices shouted in her heart: "Is he the Mr. Lucian Evans?! That is my favorite musician?!"
Moving little by little, Chrissy slowly moved to Lucian, who was constantly writing with a quill, intending to peek at the contents of his letter to be sure.
She moved cautiously, moved a step and stopped for three seconds, stretched her neck, squinted her eyes, and observed whether Lucian noticed that she was like a thief, and her cautious, curious, and expectant appearance was very cute.
With Lucian's mental strength and intuition, how could he not detect Chrissy's secret little actions, he felt a little amused, and thought that he would have to sign and stamp himself and wait, so he did not stop her.
"Hehe, Mr. Wise, you are a musical genius who played the first movement of "Moonlight" skillfully in just a few times." Casper's loud praise came from the staircase.
Betty's sweet voice echoed: "Mr. Wise's playing is not skillful, but beautiful. The delicate and soft melody completely touches our hearts." She didn't know much about music, so she kept saying a few compliments.
Wise smiled and said: "It was Mr. Lucian Evans' music that was so well written and moving that I could fully realize my potential, in fact, I was just starting out on the road of music and piano."
"You are already a great musician, hehe, Mr. Evans only wrote the first movement, Mr. Wise, why don't you try to compose the next two movements? See how it is different from what Mr. Evans wrote himself." Casper is a dilapidated aristocrat, his own musical talent is limited, he can only rely on his connections to be a director in an ordinary city like Cosse City, and he is extremely flattering to Wise, who has already made a name for himself in the capital.
Wise said gently with a smile: "Each piece has its own creative ideas, I forced it to be written and it is difficult to harmonize with the first movement, Mr. Casper, please don't mention this matter again."
"Hehe, it's Mr. Wise, you are too modest." Casper said with the others, and then he took Wise to the hall and pointed outside, "I have prepared a villa for you, Mr. Wise, so that you can prepare for the concert with peace of mind."
"Your arrangements are always so much in line with my wishes, thank you, Mr. Casper." Wise did not refuse, and the group walked towards the door.
At this time, Chrissy, who was already completely uninterested in Wise and the others, finally moved to Lucian's side and secretly looked at what he was writing.
The complex staff instantly dazzled Chrissy's eyes, and she couldn't help but say slightly sharply: "Lucian, Mr. Lucian Evans!" The voice was excited and surprised and stuttered a little.
With a relationship with Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha, also known as Evans, and can write musical scores, Chrissy is completely sure that the handsome gentleman in front of her is the famous musician Lucian Evans!
In the quiet hall, Chrissy's uncontrolled voice penetrated the space directly and reached the ears of Wise and the others.
They suddenly stiffened, Lucian Evans is not uncommon, but when Lucian Evans is mentioned in the Musicians' Association, there is no doubt that one will think of that famous musician, the gentleman who is avidly sought after among the aristocrats of every country!
Mars turned around suspiciously: "Chrissy, what are you talking about?"
Chrissy looked like she was about to jump up, and her mouth was nudging at Lucian: "He, he is Mr. Lucian Evans, Lucian Evans of Alto!"
She seemed to be afraid of alarming Lucian and tried to lower her voice, but in the extremely quiet atmosphere, it was clearly audible.
"You say Mr. Evans is that Mr. Evans?!" Betty asked in disbelief with a blank expression.
She said everyone's speculation, and the eyes of Casper, Wise and others all focused on the counter, on Chrissy and Lucian, who seemed to be addicted to writing.
Is it really Mr. Lucian Evans?
In the completely different expressions of everyone, Chrissy nodded heavily and pouted forward: "Mr. Evans is composing music."
Brush, Betty ran over first, looking at the envelope in Lucian's calm eyes, although she couldn't understand those complex staves, she always felt that she was very powerful. She covered her chest and asked excitedly and incoherently: "Mr. Evans, are you really Mr. Evans?"
"Didn't I say it a long time ago, I am the quasi-knight of Her Royal Highness." Lucian replied with a smile, and then wrote the last few verses of music.
Hearing Lucian's affirmative answer, Betty and Chrissy seemed to be about to faint, while Joanna and Simon seemed to be still in a dream, and they really couldn't connect the powerful Mr. Evans with the great musician.
Wise's face was pale, although he was just habitually humble and low-key, but he always felt a little ashamed to think of performing like that in front of such a famous musician one after another.
Casper left Wise and hurriedly ran to Lucian: "Mr. Evans, what do you need? Please tell me!" He was the object of heated discussion and pursuit by those great nobles.
"Wait, please register my sheet music." Lucian said that he had thought about the plan before, so that no one would open his letter halfway.
"Of course there is no problem!" Casper was extremely flattering.
Mars also came over and smiled enthusiastically: "It was so ignorant and fearless to talk about music like this in front of you, Mr. Evans. Hehe, are you writing the second and third movements of Moonlight?" He saw the familiar melody on the first page of the letterhead.
"Just make a record of what has already been written." After writing the music, Lucian wrote at the end: "Please Mr. Christopher, please arrange the July issue of "Music Review", please be sure to publish it on July 30th.
Seeing Lucian finish writing, Casper hurriedly said: "I'll have someone register right away. By the way, Mr. Evans, can I invite you to a concert in Cosher City?"
"I still have something to do, I'm leaving soon." Lucian was preparing to leave Kosher City openly and secretly return to participate in the Feast of Death.
(End of this chapter)