I haven't seen it for many years, but the Hall of Psalm is still so luxurious and gorgeous, which is very different from the popular architectural style of Rentat.
In the foyer, the waiter was greeting the nobles, musicians and musicians who had come to the concert, and he seemed a little relaxed as the concert started and the carriages coming from afar were becoming scarce.
For an ordinary citizen like him, it is a very rare opportunity to be able to serve as a waiter in the Hall of Psalms, and if he performs well, he can easily be valued by any nobleman or musician, so as to get a better job.
"The concert is about to start......" He saw the young musicians coming out of the small foyer to welcome the audience while tidying up their bow ties and walking backstage, and his mood suddenly became more relaxed, which was a subconscious reaction from frequent participation in such occasions, "The weekly concert in the Psalm Hall is really full, there are few empty seats, it is worthy of being the highest hall of music, but if you want to have the crazy grandeur of the city like seven or eight years ago, I don't know how ......many years you will have to wait for it."
Seven or eight years ago, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, and that scene left an indelible impression on him.
"I don't know if people are just as obsessed with music in other capitals, but Brother Borg always mysteriously says that this is because there are too few ways to entertain Aalto...... But what other entertainment methods can ordinary civilians like us have?" The waiter saw that the concert was about to start and thought with differing thoughts.
A crisp sound pulled him back from his own world, and a horse with a bell dragged a pumpkin carriage to the front of the foyer.
"Pumpkin carriage...... The waiter thought this should be a very strange and weird thing, but why did he think it was normal?
He didn't have time to think about it when he saw a gentleman in a tuxedo step down from the pumpkin carriage, then stretched out his right hand for a lady in a purple court dress to help him down.
"Madam, sir, are you here for Mr. Francisco's concert?" The waiter asked respectfully.
"Yes, take us in and add two more seats for us." Lucian ordered in a normal tone.
The waiter quickly turned around and led the two of them into the hall, vaguely feeling that he had forgotten something important, such as their tickets? For example, there is no mention of adding seats in the Hall of Psalms?
"Why the pumpkin carriage?" Natasha was amused and curious about the short journey just now.
Lucian bent his right index finger and tapped his chin: "Don't you think this is very fairytale?"
Speaking of this, he changed the subject, looked at the circular hall of Psalm, and sighed softly: "Actually, I am more familiar with the stage above than the audience seats below."
「…… I have no experience performing in the Hall of Psalms." Natasha said with regret that this was mainly due to her status restrictions at that time.
The waiter found two back chairs out of nowhere and placed them on the edge of the last row, and the musicians there also turned a blind eye to them, as if it were a matter of course.
After Lucian and Natasha sat down, the concert officially began, and today's musician Francisco walked to the front stage in a crisp black tuxedo, first saluting the box and then to the audience seats below.
With a high nose and thin lips, slightly raised cheekbones, and a typical Holy Helz Empire style, he was a young musician.
"I used to listen to it in that box...... "Well, Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz......" Natasha looked at the box and read out the acquaintances Lucian knew.
Lucian also saw Elena, Grace, Phyllis and others in front of him, and smiled: "They may never have dreamed that we would listen to the same concert as them at such a close distance."
He has no idea of meeting them, which will disrupt their quiet and normal life.
Francisco raised the baton, and Lucian and Natasha immediately fell silent and listened attentively to his music, which according to the tracklist, was a symphony called "Growth".
The music starts with a questioning tone, as if seeking the meaning of life, and then, on top of this theme, the melody changes slightly, showing a picture of youth, full of vigorous vitality, and then the melody changes again, and warm, sweet love penetrates into the hearts of every listener.
In the melody, every listener seems to look back on their childhood, youth and first love, which is bright that no matter how much sorrow there is, it cannot be hidden, but the melody has another deformation, various instruments become urgent and intense, drums roar, strings instruments are sharp, brass roars, together create a scene of lightning and thunder, violent storms and rains, which is like the inevitable difficulties and setbacks in the course of life, making people feel nervous, painful and depressed.
However, after the storm, the sky is bluer and the sun is brighter, indicating that the suffering of the world will eventually pass, and the life that has experienced hardships is more meaningful.
The melodious "shepherd's flute" sounds, this tranquil life reaches its extreme, and the music quickly turns into a march of battle, heralding the next challenge but full of confidence.
"Very good music, but it seems to be very different from a normal symphony." After this music ended, Natasha clapped and questioned.
Lucian smiled, and Aalto's symphonies still developed this branch: "A symphony in a single movement is more like a psalm, a complete symphony pays more attention to structural form, while its structure is more free, focusing on its own thoughts and content......"
The musician in front heard the discussion between the two people behind him and couldn't help but feel the urge to show off, so he turned around and said: "Don't you know the 'symphonic poem' created by Mr. Francisco? You just came back from out of town?" This is the hottest music topic in Aalto recently."
Lucian and Natasha looked at each other and shook their heads, she had to be busy with arcane and magic research, dealing with the major affairs of the council and the atomic research institute, she was immersed in the tempering of her own knightly strength, and she also had to deal with the affairs of the kingdom.
After the musician finished speaking, he said with great appreciation: "But even if you don't understand symphonic poetry, sir, you have said that its characteristics are not bad at all, and you don't look like the person you just heard, which shows that you have extraordinary musical attainments, I don't know if you are a musician from another country?"
"I didn't join any musicians' association, I just studied music myself." Lucian replied half-vaguely, "dead man" would automatically disqualify him from being a member of the Aalto Musicians Association.
The musician did not ask questions, but took advantage of the break between the two works to introduce the symphonic poems to the two, introducing Francesco: "...... He is a musician from the Holy Helz Empire, studied with Master Christoph for two years, and has recently become known for his bold innovations and passionate piano playing, and this symphonic poem "Growing Up" is his famous work ......"
It seemed that after Sylvia's death, Master Christopher had the idea of re-teaching a student, and Lucian and Natasha were very pleased with this.
「…… His musical talent is very outstanding, and you should have heard the symphonic poem just now, which is enough to become a classic! After the death of Master Evans, people in other countries thought that Aalto's concerts were gradually declining, and now they should understand their mistakes! The musical lineage of Aalto is passed down from generation to generation, with the atmosphere of the whole city, the precious legacy left by the masters, and there are always new outstanding musicians growing up, as evidenced by Mr. Francisco."
The musician must have been stimulated by a little similarly, and said very excitedly, looking at Lucian and Natasha with burning eyes, hoping to get their approval.
Lucian smiled and said solemnly and leisurely: "Yes."
"Yes." Natasha was quite pleased.
After the concert was over, the musician wanted to talk to the two musically advanced aristocrats behind him, but when he turned around, he saw only two empty seats.
"When will the Psalm Hall be able to add seats?" He suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
"Wait, the two of you look a little familiar just now......" he thought about it bitterly.
…………
Lata Summer Palace, inside the "Corridor of Heaven".
Lucian and Natasha stood behind the arched window doors, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun, admiring the garden dyed in a layer of crimson, and behind them were twenty-four giant mirrors made entirely of tiny lenses that reflected all the scenery like a dream.
Natasha told Lucian about her memories of the "Corridor of Heaven", the "Gallery of War", and the Summer Palace of Latar, and the story of how she was famous for her supernatural powers when she was a child, and accidentally destroyed the mirror wall of the "Corridor of Heaven".
"Dinner has been enjoyed, the sun has set, it's time to go home, it's a pleasant walk." She stretched out her arms without any ladylike demeanor.
Lucian nodded and looked at the other end of the Lata Summer Palace: "I don't even know who the current Grand Duke is, he was very low-key in the Vaorit family at the beginning?"
"Because he didn't think he could inherit the throne at all, but I think it's only temporary, and our children, grandchildren or other descendants will always re-ascend this throne." Natasha is very chivalrous and authentic.
Leaving the Latasha Palace, Lucian and Natasha walked near the city walls, when a cardinal suddenly walked out of the nearby aristocratic villa, who seemed to be their acquaintance Gosette.
As they were about to leave, Lucian and Natasha only changed their appearances slightly, without hiding their breath, and Gosette paused abruptly as he walked, his pupils contracting like needle eyes.
"Lucian? Evans...... Natasha? Vaorit...... He found that his breathing was interrupted, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, he wanted to escape but couldn't escape, he wanted to use magic but didn't use magic, and his leg muscles trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he saw Lucian looking over with a smile, his black pupils were as deep as a lake, and he was so frightened that he fell into an ice cave, not daring to move, and cold sweat on his forehead was densely oozing.
I don't know how long it took, but he saw the two out of his sight, and then he gasped and contacted Cardinal Philippe: "Your Excellency, I saw Lucian? Evans and Natasha? It's Valrith, it's still too late to open the Alto Divine Defense Formation!"
As he spoke, he realized that his voice was so hoarse, like an ascetic who hadn't spoken in a hundred years.
Filipel was stunned for a moment, and soon sensed the figures of Lucian and Natasha with the help of the divine circle, they were slowly approaching the city wall, in front of them was a vast and boundless universe.
Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Gosette seriously:
"You recognized the wrong person!"
PS: A small extra: There is such a legend in Aalto that the ghost of the great musician Lucian Evans still lingers in the Hall of Psalm because he loves music too much, and whenever outstanding new musicians and truly classic works appear, he will applaud in the last row. Send it at midnight, ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)