I have a role in the heavens

Chapter 2407 You got the wrong person! Ivan Vinson's new paper

"Different cultures and different eras will definitely give birth to different music!"

Ivan Vinson had a weird smile on his face, muttering in his heart that maybe one day Lentat would develop rock and punk style music.

I haven't seen it for many years, but the Psalm Hall 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 came to attend the concert. Seeing that the start time of the concert was getting closer and the carriages coming from a distance were becoming less and less, he seemed to relax a little. For ordinary citizens like him, being able to serve as a waiter in the Chant Hall is a very rare opportunity. If you perform well, you will easily be valued by a noble or musician and get a better job. Because of this, When facing these guests, he was cautious and did not dare to speak out for fear of making a mistake.

"The concert is about to start!"

When the waiter saw the young musician who came out to greet the audience in the small foyer, adjusting his tie and walking backstage, he felt more relaxed. This was a subconscious reaction from frequently participating in such occasions.

"The weekly concert at the Psalm Hall is really full, and there are very few empty seats. It is indeed the highest palace of music. However, if we want to have the crazy event that filled the city again seven or eight years ago, it is difficult to You know how many more years you have to wait!”

Seven or eight years ago, he was just a boy of thirteen or fourteen, and that scene left an indelible impression on him.

"I wonder if people in other capitals are also crazy about music. Brother Borg always mysteriously said that this is because Alto has too few entertainment options. But for ordinary civilians like us, What other forms of entertainment are there?”

Seeing that the concert was about to begin, the waiter thought divergently. Jingle bells, a crisp sound pulled him back from his own world, and a horse with bells tied to it dragged a pumpkin carriage to the front of the hall.

"A carriage made of pumpkins?!"

The waiter thought this was something strange and strange, but for some reason he thought such a carriage was normal.

The waiter didn't have time to think too much when he saw a knight in knight's uniform getting off the pumpkin carriage, and then stretched out his right hand to be helped down by a lady in a purple palace dress.

"Madam, sir, are you here to attend Mr. Francisco's concert?"

The waiter came over and asked with a respectful look.

"Yeah, take us in and give us two extra spots."

Ivan Vincent ordered the waiter in a normal tone, with a strange magical power in his voice, making people listen to his instructions.

The waiter quickly turned around and led the two people into the hall. He felt vaguely that he had forgotten something important, such as where were their tickets? For example, there is no saying that the Psalm Hall has never added a location?

"Why the pumpkin carriage?"

Natasha also felt weird about the pumpkin carriage look just now. She looked at her husband curiously and asked softly.

Ivan Vincent raised his right index finger, tapped his chin, and said with a very firm look.

"Don't you think this sounds like a fairy tale?"

Having said this, Ivan Vincent changed the topic and looked at the circular chant hall, with a look of sadness on his face, and sighed.

"After all these years, the Psalm Hall still looks the same and feels familiar!"

The waiter found two armchairs from somewhere and placed them on the edge of the last row. The musicians there also turned a blind eye to this, as if it was a matter of course.

After Ivan Vinson and Natasha sat down, the concert officially started. Today's musician Francisco walked to the front desk in a crisp black tuxedo, saluted first to the box, and then to the audience seat below. .

Francisco has a high nose, thin lips, slightly high cheekbones, and a typical Holy Hertz Empire style. He is a young musician.

"We used to listen to it in that box, um, Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz!"

Natasha looked at the box and read out the names of some acquaintances Ivan Vincent knew, as if she was very emotional.

Ivan Vincent looked sideways at his wife. Natasha seemed to be particularly sentimental today and smiled.

“They probably never dreamed that we would be back at the Psalm Hall for concerts.”

Francisco raised the baton, and Ivan Vinson and Natasha immediately fell silent and listened attentively to his music. According to the repertoire, it was a symphony called "Growth".

The music starts with a questioning tone, as if searching for the meaning of life. Then, based on this theme, the melody changes slightly, showing a picture of youth, full of vitality, and then the melody changes again, warm and sweet. Love seeped into the hearts of every listener.

In the beautiful melody, every listener seemed to review their childhood, youth and first love. It was a brightness that no amount of sorrow could cover up. However, the melody took another shape, and the various instruments became rapid and harmonious. Intense, roaring drums, sharp string instruments, and whistling brass pipes jointly create a scene of lightning, thunder, and violent storms, which is just like the inevitable difficulties and setbacks in life, making people feel nervous, painful, and melancholy.

However, after the violent storm, the sky became bluer and the sun became brighter, telling the world that suffering will eventually pass, and life that has experienced hardships is more meaningful.

The melodious sound of the reed pipe sounded, and this tranquil life reached its extreme. The music soon turned into a battle march, heralding the coming of the next challenge, but full of confident power.

"Very good music, but it seems very different from a normal symphony."

After the music ended, Natasha had questions while applauding, and looked at the stage in confusion.

Ivan Vincent smiled, Aalto's symphony actually developed this branch, and explained to Natasha with a smile.

"A single-movement symphony is more like a poem. A complete symphony pays more attention to structural form, while a single-movement structure is more free, focusing on its own thoughts and content!"

The musician in front heard the discussion between the two behind him and couldn't help the urge to show off. He turned around and said to the two.

"You don't know the symphonic poetry created by Mr. Francisco? Are you from other places? This is the hottest music topic in Aalto recently."

Ivan Vincent and Natasha looked at each other and shook their heads at each other. Ivan Vincent was busy with the research of arcana and magic, and had to deal with major matters in the Parliament and the Arcane Research Institute, while Natasha was immersed in In addition to honing his knightly abilities, he also had to deal with affairs within the kingdom. Although he also paid attention to Alto's music development, he only learned about it about once a month, so he naturally didn't know the hottest topics.

The musician saw the two shaking their heads, with a look of admiration on their faces. He looked at Ivan Vincent and said with admiration.

"But even if you don't understand symphonic poetry, sir, you described its characteristics very accurately. It's completely unlike the person who just heard it. This shows that you have extraordinary musical attainments. I wonder if you are a musician from other countries? "

"I have not joined any musicians association, I just study music on my own."

Ivan Vincent shook his head and denied the musician's guess. He had never studied music since he came to this world. He only occasionally came to the Psalm Hall to listen to a concert, but only to appear more gregarious.

The musician did not continue to ask questions, but took advantage of the break between the two works to introduce symphonic poetry to Ivan Vinson and Natasha and introduced Francisco, with a strong sense of pride in his words.

"Francisco is a musician from the Holy Herz Empire. He studied with Master Christopher for two years. Recently, he is famous for his bold innovation and passionate piano playing. This symphonic poem "Growth" is his famous work! "

It seemed that Master Christopher had once again taught an outstanding student after Sylvia's death, and Natasha was very pleased about this.

"His musical talent is very outstanding. The symphony poets just now should have heard it, and it is enough to become a classic! After the death of Master Lucien, people in other countries thought that Aalto's music was gradually declining. Now they should understand that they What a mistake! Aalto's musical bloodline is passed down from generation to generation. With the atmosphere of the whole city and the precious legacy left by each master, there will always be new outstanding musicians growing up. Mr. Francisco is proof of that. "

The musician must have received some similar stimulation. He spoke very excitedly and looked at Ivan Vincent and Natasha with burning eyes, hoping to gain their approval.

Lucien left Alto and went to Arlinge in order to study arcane magic. In order not to hurt those close to him, he created the illusion of death for himself, and then left Alto.

Ivan Vincent and Natasha smiled and nodded towards the musician, expressing their agreement with each other's point of view.

After the concert ended successfully, the musician wanted to talk to the two nobles with very high musical standards behind him, but when he turned around, he saw only two empty seats.

“When will the Psalm Hall be able to add seats?”

The musician suddenly felt a creepy feeling, and then he seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and thought hard.

"Wait a minute, those two people just looked familiar. I think I've seen them before somewhere?"

In Lata Summer Palace, in the corridor of the Kingdom of Heaven, Ivan Vincent and Natasha stood behind the arched windows, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun and the garden stained with a layer of red color. Behind them were completely made of small Twenty-four giant mirrors composed of lenses reflect all the scenery like a dream.

Natasha told Ivan Vincent her memories of the Corridor of Heaven, the War Gallery and the Summer Palace of Lata. She told Ivan that when she was a child, she was famous for her strange powers and accidentally destroyed the mirror wall of the Corridor of Heaven. story.

"Dinner has been enjoyed and the sun has set. It's time for us to go home. It's been a lovely walk."

Natasha stretched out her arms in an unladylike manner, not caring about her image at all. Who would have thought that this was Her Majesty the Queen.

Ivan Vincent nodded, looked at the other end of Latasha Palace, and said curiously.

"I don't even know who the current Grand Duke is. He seemed to be very low-key in the Violet family back then?"

"Because he never thought that he could inherit the throne, but I think this is only temporary. Our children, grandchildren or other descendants will always come back to this throne."

Natasha was very domineering as a queen at this time, and said very firmly that the Principality of Valenrit was the territory passed down by her family from generation to generation. Even if it fell into the hands of the side due to the confrontation between the north and the south, sooner or later she would Take back this territory.

Ivan Vincent and Natasha left Latasha Palace and walked towards the city wall. At this time, a cardinal suddenly walked out from a nearby noble villa. This was one of their acquaintances, Gossette. .

As they prepared to leave, Ivan Vincent and Natasha only slightly changed their appearance without concealing their auras. Gossette paused suddenly while walking, and his pupils shrank like the eyes of a needle.

"Ivan Vincent, Natasha Violet!"

Gossette found that he was suffocating and could no longer breathe. His body seemed to be paralyzed. He wanted to escape but could not move. He wanted to use magic but did not dare. The muscles in his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. , the cold sweat on his forehead was pouring out, and he couldn't stop it, which showed how frightened he was inside.

Suddenly, Gosset saw Ivan Vincent looking over with a smile on his face. His blue pupils were as deep as lake water. He was so frightened that he fell into an ice cave. He did not dare to move. The cold sweat on his forehead stopped pouring out instantly, and his pores All closed.

I don't know how long it took, but Gosset saw the two people walking out of his sight. Then he gasped for air and contacted Cardinal Philibert, full of panic.

"Your Excellency Cardinal, I saw Ivan Vincent and Natasha Violet. It's not too late to activate the Alto Divine Magic Defense Formation now!"

While speaking, Gosset realized that his voice was so hoarse, like an ascetic who had not spoken for a hundred years.

Bishop Philiber was stunned when he heard this, and soon with the help of the magic circle, he sensed the figures of Ivan Vincent and Natasha. They were slowly approaching the city wall, and there was a vast universe in front of them.

Then, the cardinal narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Gosset seriously.

"You got the wrong person!"

Gossette was stunned for a moment, with a trace of confusion on his face, and then he realized what he was doing, nodded fiercely, and replied.

"Your Excellency Cardinal, you are right. I seem to have been praying all night last night, and now I am in a trance and hallucinating!"

A smile appeared on Ivan Vincent's face and he withdrew his gaze. The vast universe dissipated in front of Philiber, making the cardinal breathe a sigh of relief, with a look of joy and fear on his face.

The wind is cool but refreshing, the sky is high and the clouds are broad. This is the scene of the golden moon in Alinge.

"So, October in Arlinge is my favorite!"

Tang Pu, a member of the Affairs Committee, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his own black tea cup, looking at the scenery outside. While sighing, he turned around, pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and asked Condon, the student who broke in.

"You just knocked on the door and came in on your own. Are you in a hurry?"

Tang Pu was an easy-going person, and he was kind to his friends, students and subordinates. He didn't pay much attention to etiquette, so he didn't blame Condon too much for his sudden intrusion. While speaking, he closed the task report on his desk. This was the rule of the affairs committee. People who should not see it, even his own students, could not see it.

This mission report was submitted by Lucien's student Katrina. It was about the causes and consequences of the demon worship incident. This report was not taken seriously in the mission area. The high-level magician on duty at the time flipped through it casually. , it was deemed that the matter was correct, Katrina's mission was determined to be completed, and the report was naturally placed in the archives.

But Tangpu himself takes this incident of devil worship very seriously, because it is related to a series of incidents such as summoning ancient devils and belief in devil dukes that have occurred in Rentat, Cooks, the Channel Four and the Northland coastal corridor in recent years. They are similar to a certain extent, but fundamentally different.

Therefore, after Tang Pu was busy with the matters at hand, he pulled out this report and prepared for detailed analysis and comparison to see if there was really a demon king who had also begun to develop the power of faith, or had other purposes, and most importantly What's important is that he wants to find out whether this incident is independent or whether it is complementary to a series of events that occurred within the jurisdiction of the Magic Council, so as to find the mastermind behind it. Unfortunately, this report can only reveal the fact that a great knight increased his strength by worshiping demons.

"However, some of the details here are too coincidental, but the person involved is completely dead, and such a long time has passed. It is basically impossible to continue the investigation. Can I still go to the abyss to ask the Dark Lord about the demon ritual worship this time? Is it you?"

"I am not Lord Ivan Vincent. I can break into a world like the Abyss of Hell alone. Even if I destroy a layer of hell, I can still escape intact. The Lord of Hell, Maldimos, does not dare to retaliate!"

Tangpu's right hand covered the report, and his index finger tapped lightly. Opposite him, Condon is a tall, thin man with a young appearance. His cheeks are sunken, and his skin has been burned to a dark red color as if he has been exposed to too much sun. He wears a monocle fashionably on his right eye and speaks in a rapid voice. Like rain hitting leaves.

"I'm sorry, teacher. After I knocked, the door opened a crack by itself. I thought you let me in."

Tang Pu knew his student's character very well, he was impatient but very honest, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked suspicious.

"The door opened by itself and I didn't close it?"

"I don't know, uh, I met the crystal dragon Aphris in the corridor, and it looked very satisfied!"

Condon suddenly remembered something and looked at his teacher with a look of sympathy on his face.

Tang Pu bared his teeth in distress, covered his heart with his palms, and said reluctantly.

"Ignore it, why do you want to see me all of a sudden?"

Tang Pu made a bet with Afris some time ago. He believed that he, who was close to the ninth ring, was unlikely to be deceived by Afris's illusions, especially in the Aline Magic Tower. Therefore, Afris If he could take anything from his office without the help of others, he would have to open the treasure house and let it select many, many gems. Now it seems that he was deceived by the illusion of the crystal dragon, but that's okay, he also I can relax my guard.

"Teacher, His Excellency Ivan Vincent submitted a paper called "Determinism, Self-awareness and the Origin of Magic", constructing a model of the nature of magic!"