Chapter 51: Obituary
Natasha today wears a simple all-black dress, long purple hair up and covered with a hazy black gauze, revealing her long and smooth neck, the whole person looks sad and solemn.
She walked past Franz and walked straight up the stairs with indifference to everything.
"What the **** is going on?" Franz asked himself again, worried, looking around.
The few people in the hall, including the girl Polly who was in charge of the reception, were bewildered, and it was not clear at all what made the future granddaughter and the present Countess Violet so sad.
He was suddenly called by the Lord?
No, she should immediately issue an obituary to all the nobles, and then help the spirit to go to the golden cathedral and receive the crown of the pope on behalf of Cardinal Sarde. When the funeral is over, she must go to the holy city of Reims to worship the pope. Come to the Musicians Association.
Is the northern heresy breaking through the fortress and about to step into Aalto?
Wrong, she should be known as the "real knight". She should be the first big aristocrat to lead the remaining Violet Knights to attack, rather than hiding in the musicians association to paralyze her cowardly by music!
著名 Which famous musician died?
No, except for Christopher, a master who taught Natasha, no musician is qualified to let her come to the association in this manner and solemnly.
and many more!
Everyone seems to think of it. The talented musician who has just ended a brilliant and seemingly insurmountable concert has begun to be secretly called a master's music legend by everyone. Is something wrong with him?
Although after the concert, Her Royal Highness sent a guard to announce that Mr. Lucian Evans fainted only when he was seriously ill and excited. There was Cardinal Cossack, who was recovering smoothly, but his body was still weak and needed a period of time. After a long period of rest, but for more than two days after that, except for a few friends of Mr. Evans who visited him, everyone else was blocked in the villa, and he had no idea whether his condition was good or bad.
之下 Under this fragile state, sudden emergence of sickness could not wait for the priests and bishops to come to the rescue, but death in just a few minutes has countless precedents!
If it was him, with the concert that just ended, with the touching D minor symphony "Ode to Joy", and with that great work, it is indeed eligible for the future grandfather to personally declare bad news to the Association.
More importantly, his close relationship with His Royal Highness Princess Natasha has been recognized and is considered by many to be the future Duke of Tiran-in the Duchy of Vaurit, if the successor is a woman, then her The husband will receive the title of Duke of Tiran, which has no real power and cannot be inherited. If it was him, then Natasha's dress and uncontrollable sadness would be normal!
"Lord, Mr. Evans is not yet 21 years old ..." Polly covered her mouth in sorrow and surprise, and there was a gleam of water shining in the corner of her eyes, and then she tried to stop her cranky thoughts, "Absolutely not Mr. Evans, Lord, don't be him ... "
After Li returned to the concert, she has regarded Mr. Evans as the angel in charge of music and joy, and is the most admired and admired.
The "Alto Weekly" in Franz's hands slowly drifted down. After visiting Mr. Evans on the first morning and confirming that his condition was relatively stable, he fell into the passion of creating music and was inspired by "Ode to Joy" His inspiration is echoing in his mind all the time, and it seems that the theme melody of a symphony is coming out, so he stayed in the piano room for the next few dozen hours and didn't care about anything else.
离开 Leaving the piano room today and coming to the association, Franz didn't specifically collect "Alto Weekly", but thought of looking for some materials in the music library, and then went to visit Mr. Evans to ask him and discuss his creative ideas.
"No, no ..." Franz's thin face was full of subconscious resistance, and then his feet followed Natasha and Camille uncontrollably as they went upstairs, wanting to hear Go to Her Royal Highness and tell the final answer. I want to confirm that the result is not what I was worried about.
Uh ...
Christopher's exclusive lounge.
Othello reluctantly looked at the sparse white-haired master: "Mr. President, haven't your music reviews been written yet? This issue of Music Review and Symphony Review has been postponed for two days." He even Already served as chairman, privately still used to call Christopher as before.
Victor next to him looked at the paper in front of Christopher.
Due to the "Return Concert" on June 1, both the Music Review and the Symphony Herald were postponed to June 2. This will make it easy to put together this potentially extraordinary concert and certainly outstanding Lucien Evans's new work appeared on it.
As a result, not only did the concert and the new work live up to expectations, the response was beyond imagination, so the two journals were impatiently ready for release. The shocked and moved musicians wrote and commented passionately. In just one night, the number of eligible manuscripts exceeded the need for two issues, and they had to be supplemented. However, in the process, they were originally intended to serve as “heads”. The "headline" article of the master Christopher's comment failed to be submitted for two full days, delaying the publication date.
Christopher didn't feel a little embarrassed, and he laughed, "Because" Ode to Joy "struck my soul, whether it is the value of the subject's ideological value or the structural rigor and innovation of the symphony, it has reached a difficult The extent to which I have reached makes me want to use the most sincere and beautiful words to comment, so I am not satisfied with repeated revisions.
"Perhaps without thinking, the comment written in one breath is closer to the soul." Victor urged the manuscript subtly with philosophical rhetoric.
Christopher nodded slightly: "Victor, you're right, you help me see how this is written?"
He said, as he handed Victor some pieces of scribbled paper.
Victor took it and read it softly: "This is an unimaginable masterpiece of art. It is the most precious wealth of all music-loving human beings. It is the highest and most unparalleled work in the symphony hall. I seem to have produced With such a belief, in a long time, there will be no music in the symphony field that can rival it. "
"This is not a regrettable thing, but a memory worthy of inspiration and joy, because we are in such a glorious moment, and we have personally experienced the indescribable beauty of music and it is remembered by history together. Please let us Leaving his seat and paying the highest respect to Mr. Lucien Evans, this is his greatest creation ... "
"He is enough to enter the music hall, comparable to that of the shining masters, and compared to other masters, he never gives up, never yields to the spirit in all his works, and the end of the" Ode to Joy " The emphasis on combating darkness and the joy, unity, and fraternity gained through suffering are examples of the perfect fusion of music and thought. No matter the times and the development of music, his music is immortal, because these spirits are doomed to immortality! "
The following is a commentary analyzing the structure and connotation of the symphony. After hearing Othello, he could not help but smile: "Mr. President, your evaluation is really too high. But I think it is very appropriate, because never Which symphony makes me so fascinated.
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Before Christopher answered, the door knocked slowly and forcefully.
"Who?" Othello asked instead of Christopher.
士兵 A soldier's voice came in. "It is Her Royal Highness."
Othello quickly stood up to meet the door with Christopher and Victor.
The door of the mortuary room opened, and they saw Natasha dressing up like a funeral and felt the sadness and sadness and asked in unison, "His Royal Highness, what happened?"
Natasha bowed her head slightly, drew a cross on her chest, and said gently: "Lucian Evans was called by the Lord in the early hours of last night."
似乎 This gentleness seems to carry deep pain.
"What ?!" The three voices came out in unison, and Victor reluctantly took two steps back until he was subconsciously supported by Othello.
Suddenly, Franz's expression in the corridor became confused, walking as if he had lost his soul, and was stopped by a soldier.
"Although I'm sorry and painful, I still want to tell you that Lucian Evans was killed by an evil magician last night, just for a plot that has little to do with him." Natasha followed The church's rhetoric stated "sadly" but she soon discovered that it was a true description of the fact that the great musician Lucian Evans was indeed "killed" by an evil magician.
As Natasha's identity and status, and her feelings for Lucian in the eyes of everyone, everyone believed that she would definitely announce this after repeated confirmation, so the sadness spread in this corridor, many Hearing the musicians who watched, some even sobbed, cursing the **** magician.
Victor's face was pale, and he could only speak with a hoarse voice when he opened his mouth. Christopher's old face had obvious grief and regret.
Othello patted Victor on the shoulder: "Victor, don't be too sad. Evans has talents that others can't match. He created the best music that can exist in the world at a young age, so the Lord called him in advance Heaven Mountain, let him create better but not ordinary music around him Evans has been loved by the Lord and will enjoy eternal joy. He is lucky and enviable, so we have to Bless him, don't let his sorrow make him sad. He will watch us on Paradise Mountain. "
"I hope so, but I want to be more quiet. Also, Her Royal Highness, can I go and see Lucien's body?" Victor recovered his ability to speak. Although his expression was still sad, he experienced the pain of his wife's death. He has been able to adjust his situation.
Natasha shook her head: "The body has been destroyed by the evil magician, only some, some ..."
He could not even say the strong sword of adjudication. The tragedy of the corpse can be imagined, so the atmosphere of grief became stronger.
"Her Royal Highness, what shall we do next?" Othello saw Christopher's trembling body, hurried to the street and helped him sit down, then asked with some sadness and solemnity.
Natasha's expression was still so stiff and stubborn: "Next, in the name of the Alto Musicians Association, published obituaries in newspapers and periodicals, posted obituaries at the entrance of the association and in more than ten districts of Alto, and told everyone who liked him the bad news The music people told them that there would be a farewell funeral after three days. "(To be continued. [This text is provided by @ 小艾 332335]. If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤start◤◢ to vote for recommendations, Monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)
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