Today's Natasha is wearing a plain all-black dress, with long purple hair pulled up and covered with a hazy black veil, revealing a slender and smooth neck, and the whole person looks sad and solemn.
She walked past Franz and went straight to the stairs as if ignoring everything.
"What happened?" Franz asked himself again with a little concern, while looking around.
The few people in the hall, including the girl in charge of the reception, Polly, looked dazed, and they didn't know what made the future Grand Duchess and the current Countess Violet so sad.
Is it that the Grand Duke was suddenly called by the Lord?
No, then she should have immediately issued an obituary to all the nobles, and then went to the Golden Cathedral to accept the coronation of Cardinal Salde on behalf of the pope, and when the funeral was over, she had to go to the holy city of Reims to worship the pope, and it was impossible to have time to go to the Musicians' Association.
Is it the northern heretic who has broken through the fortress and is about to step into Aalto?
No, known as the "true knight", she should be the first great nobleman to lead the remaining Violet Knights to attack, rather than hiding in the Musicians' Association to paralyze herself with music!
Which famous musician passed away?
No, except for Christopher, the master who taught Natasha, no musician was qualified to come to the association in person with such a gesture and solemn attitude.
And so on!
Everyone seemed to think of something, the genius musician who had just finished a brilliant concert that seemed impossible to surpass, and began to be secretly called a master musical legend, could it be that something happened to him?
Although after the concert, Her Royal Highness sent guards to announce that Mr. Lucian Evans was only seriously ill and excited before he fainted, with Cardinal Gosse present, he recovered smoothly, but his body was still very weak and needed a long period of recuperation, but for more than two days after that, except for a few of Mr. Evans' friends who visited him, everyone else was blocked in the villa, and he had no idea whether his condition was good or bad.
In this state of weakness, there are countless precedents for a sudden illness that cannot wait for pastors and bishops to come to treat it, and dies in just a few minutes!
If it were him, with the just-concluded concert, with the shocking and touching symphony "Ode to Joy" in D minor, and with those great works, he would indeed be qualified to let the future Grand Duke personally come to the association to announce the bad news.
More importantly, his close relationship with Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha has been recognized, and many people believe that he is the future Duke of Tiran - in the Duchy of Vaulite, if a woman succeeds to the throne, then her husband will receive the title of Duke of Tiran, which has no real power and cannot be inherited. If it were him, then Princess Natasha's dress and uncontrollable sadness would seem normal!
"Lord, Mr. Evans is not yet twenty-one years old......" Polly covered her mouth sadly and surprised, the corners of her eyes shone with crystal water, and then she tried to stop her cranky thoughts, "Definitely not Mr. Evans, Lord, don't be him......"
After returning to the concert, she has regarded Mr. Evans as the angel in charge of music and joy, and the object of worship and admiration the most.
After visiting Mr. Evans on the first morning and confirming that he was in a stable condition, he fell into the passion of making music, and the inspiration inspired by "Ode to Joy" echoed in his mind all the time, as if the theme melody of a symphony was about to come out, so for the next few dozen hours, he was locked in the piano room, not caring about anything else.
Leaving the piano room today and coming to the association, Franz did not specifically collect the "Aalto Weekly", but thought of looking up some information in the music library, and then visiting Mr. Evans to ask him for advice and discuss his creative ideas.
"No, no......" Franz's emaciated face was full of subconscious resistance, and then he followed Natasha, Camille and the others upstairs with his feet uncontrollably, wanting to hear Her Royal Highness say the final answer in person, wanting to make sure that the result was not what he was worried about.
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Christopher's exclusive lounge.
Othello looked helplessly at the master with sparse white hair: "Mr. President, haven't you written your music review yet? This issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" has been delayed for two days." Even though he had served as president, he was still accustomed to calling Christopher in private.
Victor next to him glanced at the paper in front of Christopher.
Due to the "Homecoming Concert" on June 1, the "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" both postponed the publication to June 2, so that this likely extraordinary concert and the surely excellent Lucian Evans were published on it as soon as possible.
As a result, the concert and the new work not only lived up to expectations, but the response was beyond imagination, so the two journals couldn't wait to prepare for release. In just one night, the number of manuscripts that met the requirements exceeded the needs of two issues, forcing them to add additional supplements, but in the process, Master Christopher's commentary, which was originally intended to be a "front page headline" article, was not handed over for two whole days, delaying the publication date day by day.
Christopher didn't feel embarrassed at all, and laughed: "Because "Ode to Joy" hit my heart, whether it is the thematic value it contains or its structural rigor and innovation as a symphony, it has reached an unattainable level, making me want to comment with the most sincere and beautiful words, so I revised it several times and was not satisfied."
"Perhaps without thinking, the comments written in one breath are closer to the heart." Victor used philosophical words to implicitly urge the manuscript.
Christopher nodded slightly: "Victor, you have some point, can you help me see how this article is written?"
As he spoke, he handed Victor a few sheets of paper covered with scribbled words.
Victor took it in his hand and read it softly: "This is an unimaginable masterpiece of art, it is the most precious treasure of all music-loving human beings, and it is the pinnacle and most unparalleled work in the symphony hall. I seem to have developed the belief that for a long, long time, there will be no music that can compete with it in the field of symphony."
"This is not a regrettable thing, but a memory worthy of exhilarating and happy, because we are in such a glorious moment, experiencing the indescribable beauty of music, which is remembered by history along with it. Let us leave our seats and pay our highest respect to Mr. Lucian Evans, his greatest creation......
"He is enough to enter the music hall on a par with the masters who shine brightly, and compared to other masters, his spirit of never giving up, never yielding, and the joy, unity, and fraternity that the fight against darkness emphasized at the end of "Ode to Joy" are examples of the perfect fusion of music and thought. No matter how the times and music develop, his music will be immortal, because these spirits are destined to be immortal!"
After hearing this, Othello couldn't help but smile on his old-fashioned and serious face: "Mr. President, your evaluation is too high. But I think it's very appropriate, because no symphony has ever fascinated me so much."
Before Christopher could answer, there was a knock on the door, slowly and powerfully.
"Who?" Othello asked in Christopher's place.
A soldier's voice came in: "It's Her Royal Highness."
Othello quickly stood up and greeted him at the door with Christopher and Victor.
The door opened, and they saw Natasha dressed like she was attending a funeral, felt the sadness and pain, and asked in unison in surprise: "Your Highness, what happened?"
Natasha lowered her head slightly, drew a cross on her chest, and said in a calm tone: "Lucian Evans was called by the Lord in the early hours of last night."
There seemed to be a deep pain in this calmness.
"What?!" The three voices came out in unison, and Victor took two steps back in a row until he was subconsciously supported by Othello.
In the corridor, Franz's expression became confused, and he walked in vain as if he had lost his soul, and then was stopped by a soldier.
"Although I am sorry and painful, I still want to tell you that Lucian Evans was killed by an evil magician in the early hours of last night, just for a conspiracy that had little to do with him." Natasha made a "grief" statement according to the church's words, but she soon discovered that this was simply a true description of the facts, and that the great musician Lucian Evans was indeed "killed" by an evil magician.
With Natasha's identity and status, and her feelings for Lucian in the eyes of everyone, everyone believed that she would definitely announce this kind of thing after repeated confirmation, so sadness spread in the corridor on this floor, and many musicians who heard the movement and came out to watch even sobbed softly, cursing the damn magician.
Victor's face was pale, he opened his mouth to speak but could only make a hoarse sound, and Christopher's old face was obviously sad and regretful.
Othello patted Victor on the shoulder: "Victor, don't be too sad. Evans He had a talent that others could unmatch, and he created the best music that could exist in the world at a young age, so the Lord summoned him to Heaven Mountain in advance to let him create better but non-mundane music around him. Evans is favored by the Lord and will enjoy eternal joy, he is fortunate and worthy of envy, so we will bless him and not let our sorrows grieve him. He will watch over us on Heaven Mountain."
"I hope so, but I want to be quiet. Also, Your Highness, can I go see Lucian's body?" Victor regained his ability to speak, and although his expression was still sad, he was able to begin to regulate his condition after experiencing the pain of his wife's death.
Natasha shook her head: "The corpses have been destroyed by evil magicians, only some, some ......"
Even the recognized strong "Sword of Judgment" could not be continued, and the tragic condition of the corpse can be imagined, so the atmosphere of sadness became even stronger.
"Your Highness, what should we do next?" Othello saw that Christopher's body was trembling and majestic, rushed to help him sit down, and then asked solemnly with a little sadness.
Natasha's expression was still so stiff and dull: "Next, in the name of the Aalto Musicians Association, publish the obituary in newspapers and periodicals, post the obituary at the entrance of the association and in more than ten urban areas of Aalto, and tell everyone who likes his music the bad news, and tell them that there will be a farewell funeral in three days."
(End of this chapter)