Purple Lily District, inside a nice civilian house.
Ryan walked to the dining table and found a stack of newspapers on the right hand side of his plate, and immediately asked his wife, who was busy preparing, "Didn't the Aalto Weekly come out yesterday, why did it come again today?"
As a manager in a trading house, he needed to know all aspects of Aalto's situation in order to cope with the purchase and sale of different goods, so he subscribed to the weekly newspaper of Aalto, which had a comprehensive surname.
After his wife, Elena, had comforted her son, who was a few years old, and as she walked towards the kitchen, she replied in a very fast voice: "It is said to be a supplement."
But I didn't know the words and didn't understand what was written on them. ” After speaking, she hummed the lyrics of "Happy Angel is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth", and the atmosphere in the restaurant and kitchen immediately became cheerful, which made people full of good mood.
Ryan, who had hummed two sentences to his wife's singing, sat down majestically in front of his son and picked up the Aalto weekly "supplement".
Starting from the lowest apprentice of the firm, although he was not the smartest and sharpest among the same batch of apprentices, but he was the most diligent and hardworking, relying on the persistence of refusing to admit defeat, he gradually got rid of the life of the poor, learned the written word, learned a lot of knowledge related to business, and slowly promoted to the current position of manager, with a happy family and a relatively comfortable living situation.
Therefore, when he heard the Symphony of Destiny for the first time, he felt that it was his own heart, his indescribable spirit, which resonated strongly with the music, and even the family was crazy to love the music of Lucian Evans.
As the Aalto weekly unfolded, Ryan saw that the headline on the front page 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 grace of the Lord?"
This will cause the sales volume or price of many goods to fluctuate greatly.
His gaze quickly moved down, and he saw rows of dark black lead characters that seemed to have a heavy and oppressive feeling behind him: "Mr.
Lucien Evans, the immortal master of music, the great pianist and conductor, the founder and reformer of a musical era, the guide, founder and perfecter of the current trend and structure of the development of symphonies, and the musical genius beloved by the Lord, was called by the grace of the Lord in the early morning of the fourth of June with his unparalleled works."
Seeing this paragraph, Ryan's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't connect the obituary with Mr.
Lucian Evans, "Lord, he's so young, so talented, and can lead the Aalto music industry for another few decades."
A little blurry vision moved down, and the rows of lead words pierced his heart like sharp arrows: "Mr.
Evans's life from the ghetto to the master of music is a life of never giving in, never giving up, a life of fighting, a life of glory" "Let us extend our deepest condolences and bless this darling of the Lord to continue to sing praises and praise the Lord on our behalf on Heavenly Mountain."
Yelena came out with breakfast, and when she saw Ryan's face confused and sad, her eyes were red, she was suddenly startled, and almost knocked the food to the ground: "Honey, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?"
"I'm crying," Ryan asked, confused and sluggish, only to feel his eyes swell and blur his vision.
With a tick, he saw a tear fall onto the spread of the newspaper, and then it quickly spread, obscuring the eulogy of the musician and nobleman.
"I couldn't believe it was true, his passing was an irreparable loss to the entire music industry," Christopher.
"Perhaps it was because his work was too good and his heart was too pure that he was favored by 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 has ascended to the Heavenly Mountain, leaving us with a symphony that is difficult to climb.
The wealth he gives us is not divided between high and low, rich and poor, as long as we have a grateful heart and an unyielding heart, we can harvest the most valuable things in life.
If one day I die, I hope to be buried near such a great man.
"Franz.
Ryan looked at the small cloud of water and subconsciously said to himself, "I actually cried" Beside the gate leading to the market district in Adjan, there were piles of people, some sobbing alone, some mourning and silent.
There are also many girls who hug each other and cry, looking sad.
Betty, Joanna, and Simeone came out of the Bronze Crown Tavern to see this strange and solemn scene, and they found a notice on the wall.
Although they were illiterate, the words that were as dark as the background of a coffin made them understand that it was an obituary.
"What is the death of a great man who makes the poor so sad" Betty did not think that the death of a great nobleman, a great lord, or a cardinal could make the poor people of Adjan weep, unless there was a copper fair.
Driven by intense curiosity, Betty asked the two gatekeepers, who were clearly sad, "My lords, what is the content of this obituary?"
The paupers of the district of Adejan were basically illiterate, so the two soldiers did not wonder Betty's inquiry, and she also called out sweetly, so one of them said kindly and solemnly: "It is the district of Adjan, no, Mr.
Lucien Evans, the pride of the city of Aalto, who has been called by the grace of the Lord under a serious illness." ” In addition to revealing to Lucian's friends, nobles, and official members of the Musicians' Guild that he was killed by the evil magician "Professor", the church asked Natasha to announce that Lucien had died of a serious illness, just like the previous incidents of the Silver Horn from ordinary people.
This is because the murder of an evil magician in the City of Chant by a great musician who has just achieved great success and who is loved by the vast majority of the Aalto people will make the Aalto faithful 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 the corpse and Natasha's insistence, the church would have wanted Natasha to completely hide Joel and the others.
Betty froze in place, feeling as if her soul had flown 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, wow, sick and dead" Even after three years of training, she is not yet twenty years old, and she is still a girl who hides many feelings and emotions.
Joanna couldn't believe what she had heard, that the calm, wise, determined and determined would-be knight should die of a serious illness But it was impossible for Aalto's soldiers to joke about such a thing, so her eyes were slightly red, and she patted Betty on the shoulder and said, "Don't cry, Mr.
Evans was just called to Heavenly Mountain by the Lord in advance, because his work is so good."
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You have to work hard to live up to Mr.
Evans' expectations and strive to become a powerful knight. ” "Yes."
Betty wept sadly and nodded.
John rode a dragon-scale horse and led a group of squires into Aalto's gate facing the Black Forest of Melzer.
Aalto itself was the last major city before entering the Dark Mountains, so the distance to the fortress of the Dark Mountains was not far away, and it was only a day to ride a dragonscale horse, even if it was running at normal speed and resting.
So, after learning from a letter from his family that his best friend who had been away from home for three years had returned to Aalto, John began to apply for an annual ten-day vacation to return to see old friends and spend time with his family.
Unfortunately, the Dark Mountain Fortress was strictly managed, and Natasha and Lucien were worried that John, who had official knightly strength, would notice something in the villa, so they pressed the approval of his vacation until the third day after the concert.
Dressed in the silver-gray full-body armor and purple cloak of the Violet Knights, John had bright blond hair, bright eyes, and a calm expression revealing a bit of joy.
Although he could occasionally get letters from Her Royal Highness the Princess, how could he compare to the joy of reunion after a long absence, especially when he heard that his friend's return concert was an unprecedented success, and it seemed to praise the Lord, praise joy, and praise unity The joyful ode made people never get tired of hearing it, so he couldn't wait to wait for it, if it weren't for the civilians on the streets, he would want to gallop home.
As he walked, John began to realize that something was wrong, and the streets were filled with sad and sad people, and his keen hearing heard the name of Lucian Evans repeatedly.
A bad premonition rose in his mind, and John's expression sank, and he told his attendants to inquire what was going on.
The question and answer between the attendants and the passers-by John was clearly heard: "Master Evans Called by the Lord's Grace" With a snap, the whip that John was holding in his hand slammed to the ground with a crisp and loud sound.
On this day, later in the weekly newspaper Aalto, it was written: "It was as if a great dark cloud of grief and sorrow had enveloped the whole of Aalto, and people lost their joy and could not believe that the angel who was in charge of music could have died so young." ” "It's the grief of a city."
Three days later, in the district of Adjean, the old house of Lucien.
A black hearse starts slowly under the pull of four bulls, and it will follow the life of Lucien Evans, from the Adjan district to the Guisu district, to the administrative district, and finally to the aristocratic district, enter the Golden Cathedral, and begin the official funeral.
John wore a dark black knight's gown, with a serious expression and a silent expression at the front of the hearse, behind him were the gloomy Joel, the crying sad Elisa, 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 colleagues in the music industry.
And Christopher and Natasha, one because of their age, and the other because of their own identity and "sake" that they are not yet formally related, are waiting in the Golden Cathedral.
The hearse was slow, solemn and silent, except for the low sound of crying.
A pauper, infected by the atmosphere and driven by the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for several days, spontaneously walked to the back and joined the team of soul guards.
With the example in sight, one by one the townspeople walked out of the streets quietly and sadly, following behind the hearse to escort Lucian Evans on his last journey.
To be continued: