Doom Knight System

"Hello, should I call you Aunt Miranda, or sister?" Emma blinked her big eyes as clear as autumn water, and said playfully, while showing two charming dimples on her cheeks.

How could Mrs. Miranda not understand the pun, and immediately retorted: "If you are talking about it as Mrs. Judy's daughter, you can call me auntie, if you are talking about it as a friend of Lancelot Say, you can call me sister."

Lancelow's background and information are not hidden at all from the eyes of certain forces, so those present who understand it are tacitly aware of it.

Mrs. Judy's eyes narrowed, forming a beautiful crescent shape, as if she was very happy to see this scene.

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder between the two of them was getting stronger and stronger, and others didn't hear their conversation, it didn't mean that Lancelot didn't, so he walked over, took Emma's hand, kissed him, and said, "Dear Miss Emma, ​​I'm very happy Nice to see you again."

"You!" Emma was caught off guard. After being attacked, she felt a layer of goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to get angry but couldn't speak, especially the strange numbness coming from her body, which made her a little panicked At a loss.

Mrs. Judy saw it, and a flash of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes, so she took a step forward and said indifferently: "My daughter is not feeling well today, so I am rude."

"Mother!" Emma couldn't believe it. This was a rather shameful behavior. I didn't expect Mrs. Miranda to go her own way.

Mrs. Judy was unmoved, she just placed her right hand on Emma's shoulder, and the latter was immediately unable to move, even unable to make any movements, and then was supported by several maids to leave.

The guests present were a little surprised, but some pretended not to see it, and some didn't understand the reason, so they started discussing it.However, some of these people were from aristocratic backgrounds, and some were in charge of large chambers of commerce. They did not dare to discuss in-depth rumors and gossip.

With a gloomy face, Mrs. Judy reluctantly said: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. I heard that Mr. Lancelot's piano is very beautiful. I also came here to appreciate it this time. I hope you won't let me down." Go to the sofa in the corner.

And Mrs. Miranda didn't know what was the reason, but she held Mrs. Judy's shoulder very affectionately, and communicated familiarly, but the effect was surprisingly good, and the tense atmosphere was relieved immediately.

Lancelot was also happy and at ease, so he walked to the long dining table in the corner of the hall and started the sweeping operation.He had spent too much energy on Mrs. Miranda, and now was just the time to replenish it.

There was everything on the table, apart from expensive blood red wine, a salad of fresh fruit such as grapes and strawberries, from small brownies to roasts, foie gras and finally white bread with butter.

Lancelow took a plate casually, filled it with food, filled it with a glass of wine, walked to the corner and ate quietly.

The royal band played the soothing court repertoire heartily, and the lights of the whole hall began to dim.The men, who were already eager to try, entered the dance floor with their female partners in their arms, and began to dance lightly.

"Mr. Lancelot, so you are here." Hannibal walked over and said in great surprise.And behind him followed a few white-haired old men with serious expressions and surprise in their eyes.

Lancelot put down the plate, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "There are so many beautiful ladies here today, why are you looking for me?"

One of the old men walked around Lancelow and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lancelow, hello, I am Wensky, a professor at the Royal Ingrey Academy of Music. The purpose of our coming to the banquet is mainly to ask you for advice."

"Don't dare to ask for advice, let's communicate with each other." Lancelot said, he knew the purpose of these old guys very well. Some of them hoped to use his fame and the "Moonlight" sonata to let the world re-understand classical music. Some people are probably here to question him.

This is normal. After all, although the "Moonlight Sonata" has been lost, its style of music has a strong Beethoven style. Psychological people dare not speak out in public.

Since the establishment of the City of Sanctuary, there have been no pianists in the world who have been able to create new repertoires. Now it is the world of strange music in different dimensions, and sonatas repeat those songs over and over again, and they will naturally decline day by day.

Wensky, together with the masters behind him, began to ask Wang Luo in a hurry, how did he obtain the inspiration and state of creation?How do you match the chords you use when playing?Are there any new tracks recently, etc.

"Hehe... You people know how to flatter a nominal layman. In my eyes, only the serenade by Liszt, the king of piano, is worthy of a real masterpiece." Fogo pushed away everyone and said with a sneer.

Hannibal frowned and said, "Fogo, I know you are also a genius, but ask yourself, what is the "Moonlight" sonata like?"

The pianists present were not surprised by Fogo's arrival. After all, Fogo also has the identity of a piano genius on the bright side.

"What's it like? You'll have to compete to find out. Today's charity dinner is very suitable for playing the serenade. If Mr. Lancelot is not afraid, you can compete with me." Fogo said with a grin.

At this time, a dance song had just ended, and the turmoil in the corner attracted everyone's attention. Everyone had different expressions, including strangeness, sarcasm, curiosity, and hatred.

One is known as the most outstanding piano genius in the Lavis space, and the other is a famous invention master. Will the collision of the two ignite the flame of the heart?

They didn't know that all of this was negotiated. Lancelow nodded and agreed without any objection, which made the whole dinner party lively.

"Fogo is very good at Liszt's serenade, and among all the repertoires, few pianist masters can surpass him. Which repertoire do you plan to use?" Hannibal asked in a low voice.

Lancelot smiled and said, "Of course it's a new track, and it's dedicated to the beautiful Mrs. Miranda."

"Oh! It turned out to be a new song." Everyone exclaimed in a low voice, looking at Lancelot with a very different look.The news reached Mrs. Judy's ears, and she lost control of her emotions and even crushed the goblet.