——I didn't ask for a monthly pass in the past two days, and I was pulled out of the fifteenth place, so I asked for a monthly pass to support me~
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Purple Lily District, in a nice civilian house.
Ryan walked to the dining table and found a stack of newspapers on the right side of his plate, and immediately asked his wife who was busy preparing: "Didn't "Aalto Weekly" just come out yesterday? Why are you here again today?"
As a manager at a trading company, he needed to understand all aspects of Aalto to respond to the purchase and sale of different goods, so he subscribed to the comprehensive "Aalto Weekly".
After his wife Elena comforted her son, who was a few years old, to sit down, she walked towards the kitchen and replied in a very fast voice: "It is said to be a supplement. But I don't know the words, I don't understand what is written on it."
After saying that, she hummed the lyrics "The angel of joy is holy and beautiful, the brilliant light shines on the earth", and the atmosphere in the restaurant and kitchen immediately became cheerful, filling people with a good mood.
Ryan, who hummed a couple of lines along with his wife's singing, sat down majestically in front of his son and picked up the "Supplement" of "Aalto Weekly".
Starting from the lowest apprentice in a commercial bank, although he is not the smartest and sharpest in the same group of apprentices, but he is the most diligent and hardworking, relying on his persistence in refusing to admit defeat, he got rid of the life of the poor step by step, learned the words, learned a lot of knowledge related to business, and slowly rose to the current position of manager, with a happy family and a fairly prosperous living situation.
Therefore, when he first heard "Symphony of Destiny", he felt that it was his own voice, his indescribable spirit, which resonated strongly with the music, and even his family fell madly in love with Lucian Evans' music.
"Aalto Weekly" unfolded, and Ryan saw that the front page headline was a dark and solemn word:
"Obituary".
Ryan only felt his scalp tingle, and thought to himself: "Which big man has been called by the Lord?" This will cause the sales volume or price of many products to fluctuate greatly.
His gaze quickly moved down, and he saw rows of dark black lead characters behind him that seemed to have a heavy and depressing feeling:
"The immortal master of music, the great pianist and conductor, the pioneer and changer of a musical era, the guide, founder, and perfector of the current trend and structure of symphonic development, Mr. Lucian Evans, the beloved musical genius of the Lord, was called by the Lord in the early morning of June 4th with his unparalleled works."
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Seeing this paragraph, Ryan's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't connect the servant with Mr. Lucian Evans, "Lord, he is so young, so talented, and can lead the development of the Alto music industry for decades more!"
The slightly blurred gaze moved down, and the rows of lead words were like sharp arrows piercing his heart:
「…… Mr. Evans' life from the slums to the music master is a life of never giving in, never giving up, a life of fighting, and a glorious life!"
「…… Let us express our deepest condolences and bless this Lord's favorite to continue to sing praises and praise the Lord on our behalf on the Heavenly Mountain."
Elena walked out with breakfast, saw Ryan's face confused and sad, his eyes were red, and he was immediately startled, almost knocked the food on the ground: "Honey, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
"I...... Crying?" Ryan asked suspiciously and dullly, only to feel that his eyes were bulging, and the things in his vision were blurred.
With a tick, he saw a tear fall on the spread newspaper, and then it quickly smeared and spread, obscuring the eulogies of musicians and nobles.
"I can't believe this is true, his death is an irreparable loss to the entire music industry!" —Christopher.
"Perhaps it is because his works are so outstanding and his heart is so pure that he has won the favor of the Lord in advance." ——Othello.
"He brought us the spirit and joy of never giving up, but left with nothing, I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help crying." ——Phyllis.
"He ascended to Heaven Mountain, leaving us with a symphony that is difficult to climb. The 'wealth' he gives us does not distinguish between rich and poor, as long as we have a grateful heart and an unyielding heart, we can reap the most valuable things in life. If I die one day, I hope to be buried near such a great person." ——Franz.
Ryan looked at the small water stain and subconsciously said to himself: "I actually cried......"
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Next to the gate leading to the market area in the Adjean district, there were piles of people, some sobbing alone, others in mourning and silence.
There were also many girls hugging each other and crying, with mournful expressions.
Betty, Joanna, and Simone saw this strange and solemn scene as they came out of the Coppercrown Tavern, and at the same time they found a notice posted on the city wall.
Although they were illiterate, the words that were as dark as the background of a coffin made them understand that this was an obituary.
"Which big man's death made the poor so sad?" Betty didn't think that the death of a great nobleman, a high lord, or a cardinal could make the poor of Adjean cry, unless there was a copper fair collar when crying.
Driven by intense curiosity, Betty asked the two gatekeepers, who were clearly sad, "What is the content of this obituary, my lords?"
The poor people in the Adjean district were basically illiterate, so the two soldiers did not find Betty's inquiry strange, and she called out sweetly, sir, so one of them said kindly and heavily: "It's the Adjean district, no, Mr. Lucian Evans, the pride of the city of Aalto, has been called by the Lord under serious illness."
In addition to revealing to Lucian's friends, nobles, and official members of the Musicians' Association that he was killed by the evil magician "Professor", the church asked Natasha to announce that Lucian had died of a serious illness, just like the previous incidents with Silver and White Horns, to ordinary people.
This is because the murder of a great musician who has just achieved great success and is loved by the vast majority of the people of Aalto by an evil magician in the City of Psalms will make the believers of Aalto doubt the ability of the church and whether they can protect themselves from evil as advertised.
If it weren't for the inability to solve the problem of corpses and Natasha's insistence, the church would want Natasha to completely hide Joel and the others.
Betty froze in place, feeling that her soul seemed to fly out of her body, and her whole body became very dazed.
"Betty, what's wrong?" Joanna asked with concern.
Betty burst into tears, hugged her sister's shoulders and sobbed loudly: "Evans, woo, Mr. Evans, woo, die of illness......"
Even after three years of training, she is still a girl who hides many sensual emotions.
Joanna couldn't believe what she heard at all, that calm, wise, decisive and determined knight would die of a serious illness?
But Alto's soldiers couldn't joke about such a thing, so she patted Betty on the shoulder with a slightly red eye, and said, "Don't cry, Mr. Evans was only called to Heaven Mountain early by the Lord, because his work is so good. You have to work hard, don't live up to Mr. Evans' expectations, and strive to become a powerful knight."
"Yes." Betty nodded sadly.
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John rode a dragon-scaled horse and led a team of attendants to slowly enter the gate of Alto facing the Black Forest of Merze.
Alto itself was the last big city before entering the Dark Mountains, so the distance from the Dark Mountains Fortress was not far, and even running at normal speed and resting on a dragon scale horse was only a day's time.
Therefore, after learning from a letter from his family that his good friend who had been away from home for three years had returned to Aalto, John began to apply for a ten-day vacation once a year, preparing to come back to meet old friends and accompany his family.
Unfortunately, the Dark Mountains Fortress is strictly managed, and Natasha and Lucian are worried about what John, who has formal knightly strength, will notice in the villa, so they push the approval of his vacation until the third day after the concert.
John, who was wearing the silver-gray full-body armor and purple cloak of the Violet Knights, had brilliant blonde hair, bright eyes, and a little joy in his calm expression.
Especially along the way, he also heard that his friend's return concert was an unprecedented success, and the "Ode to Joy" that seemed to praise the Lord, joy, and unity was never tired of listening, so he couldn't wait to ride a Mercedes-Benz if it weren't for the civilian people on the streets.
As he walked, John gradually realized that something was wrong, the streets were full of sad and sad people, and his keen hearing repeatedly heard Lucian Evans' name.
A bad premonition rose in his heart, and John's expression sank, and he ordered his attendant to inquire about what was going on.
The question and answer between the attendant and the passerby, John heard it clearly:
"Master Evans has been called by the Lord......"
Snap, the riding whip in John's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp and loud sound.
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This day was later recorded in the "Aalto Weekly": "It was as if a huge dark cloud of grief and sorrow enveloped the whole of Aalto, causing people to lose joy on their faces, and they couldn't believe that the angel in charge of music would die so young."
"This is a sad city for the city."
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Three days later, in the Adjean district, Lucian's old house.
A black hearse slowly starts under the pull of four bulls, and it will follow the life trajectory of Lucien Evans, from the Adjean district to the Guissou district, then to the administrative district, and finally to the noble district, enter the Golden Cathedral, and begin the official funeral.
Behind him were the sad Joel, the crying Alyssa, the red-eyed Evan and Elena and other Lucian's relatives and friends, and on the right were Victor, Othello, Phyllis and other Lucian's teachers, classmates, and music colleagues.
Christopher and Natasha, one because they are too old, and the other because of their identity and "not yet officially related", are waiting in the Golden Cathedral.
The hearse moved slowly, solemnly and quietly, with only low cries fluttering.
A poor man was infected by this atmosphere, driven by the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for several days, and spontaneously went to the back and joined the spirit guard team.
With an example, citizens quietly and sadly walked out of the streets, following behind the hearse to escort Lucian Evans on his last journey.
(End of this chapter)