——Thank you in advance, after everyone's guidance, after I disassembled the laptop last night to clean the ash and apply silicone grease, it seemed to be rescued.
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Some of them applauded wildly with tears of emotion, and some shouted Lucian Evans' name loudly with excitement, especially the people who were close to the crystal wall that gradually disappeared after the music stopped, and shouted loudly over and over again with tears on their faces:
"Lucian Evans!"
No music has ever touched their hearts so much, with everything they can experience in life, unbearable suffering, hardship, glorious victory, true joy, and the music and pious praise they like from the bottom of their hearts, so when Fabrini sings the beginning of the Ode to Joy, they tremble uncontrollably from their souls to their bodies.
This feeling did not subside long after the symphony ended, so even if they could no longer see the Psalm Hall, the master who brought this unparalleled music from the true God to the world, they were still venting and expressing their adoration, respect and love.
Behind the crazy scene, in the Hall of Psalms that they could not see, a small number of nobles, priests, and bishops who still maintained their sanity had difficulty reacting to watch Lucian Evans in a black tuxedo slowly fall to the ground with an elegant but tragic feeling like a fallen angel.
Then, as if a silver-purple lightning bolt pierced the space, Natasha, who was wearing a purple evening dress, suddenly appeared on the stage, hugged Lucian before he actually fell to the ground, and then kicked his foot and flew back to the VIP box, leaving only the nobles around the stage who were stunned.
She reacted faster than anyone else, and when everyone recalled it, she added many ambiguous conjectures.
"Bishop Gosse, please heal Lucian!" Natasha maintained the calm and calm that everyone was accustomed to, but there was still a bit of anxiety in her tone and eyes, and her white and slender right hand was tightly intertwined with Lucian's right hand and refused to let go.
Cardinal Gosse solemnly drew a cross on his chest: "Only the most devout believers of the Lord can create such a sacred and magnificent symphony of praise, so Your Highness, don't worry, the true God will not let Mr. Evans die, and I will do my best to heal him."
Victor on the side anxiously wanted to confirm Lucian's condition, but Natasha was like a mother guarding a child, a knight guarding the lord, holding Lucian in her arms in a way that rejected others, and refused to let go of her hand. This made Viktor spin restlessly beside him, watching the Emblem of Truth held by Gosse light a milky white sacred light shining on Lucian.
Through her clenched hands, Natasha quietly poured her Sky Knight-level power into Lucian's body, suppressing and covering up his soul abnormality.
And since Lucian was not yet on the verge of death, Gosse only used conventional divine magic to check, and did not directly explode all his power to observe from the inside out.
After a few tens of seconds, in the eyes of everyone's concerned and anxious gaze, Gosse smiled: "Mr. Evans is just sick and too excited to faint, it's not a serious matter. Of course, if he doesn't receive treatment and drags on for another week or two, then even with the power of a knight, he will really die. But now, I think everything is fine, and the Lord will bless him."
Healing is not omnipotent, at least from the church's point of view, it is healing by stimulating the life force of the person himself. If this person loses his life force due to long-term illness, and when there is not much left, he has to declare that he is on the verge of true death, and is about to be called by the Lord.
What Gosse didn't say was that Lucian Evans seemed to be a second-class knight, but he was relieved to think of the "relationship" between him and Natasha.
"But why did Lucian get sick? As a young knight, if it weren't for the plague or poor physical condition, he would not have been able to get sick." After hearing that it was not too serious, Natasha asked calmly.
In fact, she knew very well that this was the four-ring magic "Plague Technique" that Lucian had cast on his body a few weeks ago.
Lucian did not treat it after using the "disease technique" on himself, but relied on the self-healing ability of the second-level knight to resist, allowing it to gradually develop from a magical disease to a lingering natural disease over many days, so as not to be seen by others.
Gosse was silent for a few seconds before replying: "Maybe it's because Mr. Evans' internal organ injuries were not treated in time."
"I understand, please Bishop Gosse, hurry up and heal Lucian." Natasha is very "aware" of the current situation, and does not dwell on the cause of her illness, and the most important thing at present is to treat Lucian.
Cardinal Gosse stretched out his hands and emitted a pure light full of divine meaning, and after it shone on Lucian, it could be clearly seen that clumps of black smoke rose from Lucian's body, like countless small "bugs" that were difficult to see with the naked eye.
The third-level divine technique "Removing Diseases" is not powerful or advanced but is very symptomatic!
Natasha, who was still suppressing and covering up Lucian's abnormal soul, saw those tiny black "bugs" slowly turning into white smoke in the pure light and completely disappearing, and her face "succumbed" showed a hint of relaxation and joy.
Seeing his daughter's expression, and then looking at their right hand clasped tightly with his fingers crossed, Grand Duke Valriet's emotions were very complicated, not only the melancholy and anger of every father who loved his daughter after witnessing her about to be abducted by some bastard boy, but also the joy that she had finally returned to normal and no longer had to worry about her being attacked and her bloodline cut off.
Seeing the Grand Duke's complicated expression, Count Lafferty laughed softly: "A quasi-knight is also a knight, at least it stimulates the power of the bloodline, which is much better than just finding an ordinary person."
Archduke Valrit once revealed to Count Lafferty and others that regardless of whether he stimulated the power of the bloodline, whether he was a nobleman or not, and whether he really brought Natasha back on the right path, as long as his daughter could marry and have children normally on the surface, he would turn a blind eye and agree.
"Yes......" Grand Duke Valith sighed deeply.
After performing "Removing Disease", Gosse used another four-ring magic "Restoration Technique", and then everyone saw Lucian slowly open his eyes, as if looking around a little confused: "What's wrong?"
Victor said with both concern and regret: "Lucian, you are too careless about your health, you still have to make music with such a serious illness, insist on holding concerts, and conduct yourself! Is this necessary? With your current status, is it okay to postpone the concert until you are healthy? Will it be forgotten?"
A series of questions touched Lucian's emotions, causing him to reply with a little emotion: "I was wrong, Mr. Victor. But you also know that with inspiration and creative passion, you can't stop. Well, I will rest and recuperate well."
Gosse nodded slightly: "Mr. Evans, your illness and injuries that are not fully healed have been cured, but you have lost and consumed too much life force, and you will need a long period of recuperation to recover your weak body."
"Hehe, Lucian, that scene just now almost scared my old man's heart to stop, but it was worth it to hear the symphony "Ode to Joy" at this price." When Christopher saw that Lucian was fine, he said half-jokingly, half-relaxedly.
And Natasha first exhaled softly, and then said to Gosse seriously: "Bishop Gosse, I will send Lucian back first, and then discuss his injury with you."
"Natasha, remember to tell Franz, Fabrini, and everyone else who saw me fall, and don't let them worry about me." Lucian turned his head and said to Natasha.
Natasha nodded gently: "Don't worry, I will order the guards to announce that the most important thing for you is to rest and recover."
Seeing them talking as if no one was around, seeing that Lucian, who had recovered, was still leaning in Natasha's arms without resistance, the two could almost breathe, and the expressions of the people in the VIP box such as Archduke Valriet, Christopher, and Victor all became slightly strange and ambiguous.
It wasn't until Natasha flew away with Lucian in her arms that they came back to their senses and peeked at Grand Duke Vaolite with strange congratulatory eyes, making the Grand Duke even more melancholy.
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In mid-air, Natasha said proudly: "Lucian, after you 'die', my father should not force me to marry for a long time."
Then she said in a sad tone: "He will understand my pain of losing two 'lovers' in a row and understand the blow I have suffered because of this......"
"Natasha, your acting skills are really good." Lucian admired it sincerely.
Natasha smiled and said, "That's great! I also like to watch opera!"
"But when you proposed to exchange 'death' for the church's tacit discovery, did you have this in mind, wanting to use me to get rid of the pressure exerted on you by the Grand Duke?" Lucian chuckled.
Natasha smiled dryly: "How can there be? No way! I just thought of it!"
"It's okay, we're good friends, Natasha, admit it frankly, I won't be angry." Lucian raised his eyebrows like Natasha.
Natasha looked left and right: "Well, I have to send you home quickly, so I can put pressure on Bishop Gosse so that your next plan can be carried out."
Camille flew next to her, looking at them expressionlessly.
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In the Hall of Chants, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that Lucian Evans had just fainted excitedly, and then slowly exited with their still excited moods.
They didn't know now that the scene they had just seen of Lucian slowly falling in the midst of greetings and crazy enthusiasm, the scene of a black swan falling with its wings broken, was their last impression of this great musician.
After Christopher, Victor, Othello and others walked out of the Hall of Psalm, they saw the nearby Civic Square and the surrounding streets still filled with black crowds.
"Yes, but "Ode to Joy" deserves it." Othello, who has no resistance to solemn and grand sacred music, said very seriously: "In my opinion, this is the pinnacle of symphony work so far, unparalleled!"
Even if Master Christopher was around, he would say so.
(End of this chapter)