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In October, Aalto seems to embellish the fruit on the cake, but it is sweet and slightly cold. The vast area nearby is dyed with a golden color, and it is a glimpse of the Lava tree floating in the city. The poetic picture, together with the melodious music that can be heard faintly, everything seems so quiet and beautiful, worthy of the title of “the capital of music”.
“Only the Melzer Black Forest is always dominated by black…” On the banks of the Belém River, Natasha looked at the Black Forest on the other side, and said with a sense of affection, the purple long hair was blown by the autumn wind.
This Black Forest has left many memories of her hardships, pains and harvests. Whether it is the strict Knight training in the girlhood or the encounters in the inside, it is an unforgettable experience in her life.
“Black fir, a tree unique to the black mountains, is suspected of being smothered by a certain alien space…” Lucien’s tone of a scholar.
Natasha couldn’t help but be laughed at by his correct answer: “Why is it always black for me? It doesn’t make any sense to me. What makes sense is that I used to be chased by the Kobolds and eaten indiscriminately. The tree fruit is so painful that the whole body is overwhelmed. The poisoned numbness falls on the ground and cannot be moved. The abdominal injury can only be escaped by someone carrying it…”
She understood Lucien so the answer is deliberately dispersed their attention so that they are from the “musician” return “Knight”, so little to be happy, “said Aalto a tour.”
“You have been chased by the Kobolds? I think that with your fighting innate talent, even if the bloodline power is not stimulated, there is no problem in crushing the Kobold.” Lucien asked with interest, in his mind, Natasha was young. It is “the goddess of war.”
Natasha screamed at the corner of his mouth: “I can easily get the head of the dog below ten, the problem is that there are hundreds of kobolds at that time, and one can innate talent!”
“What the hell have you done, let the tribal Kobolds fight you together?” Lucien laughed.
Natasha snorted and raised his right arm: “I can’t remember!”
“You don’t always say that you remember very well…”
“Everyone will have a mistake, in short, can’t remember!”
The two slowly walked on the banks of the clear Belé River, enjoying the familiar river wind and recalling the past with a smile.
Suddenly, Natasha stopped and pointed to the remote bank of rubbish in front of him, smirking and looking at Lucien: “Is this the place where you harvest the first gold in your life?”
“Yeah, thank you Princess Princess for losing a veil of nightingale, which made me succeed in taking the first step out of the poor.” Looking at the garbage dump, Lucien was still quite touched.
There, there were a few ragged poor people who were striving for stinking and looking for valuable things. On the embankment next to them stood a big man with a big waist and rounded hands, supervising them with both hands, even in the golden moon, he also Only wearing a thin brown coat.
Natasha sighed a little: “This is still controlled by the gang.”
“Aaron’s gang, Aalto seems to have a new gang.” Lucien was not surprised, only feeling, in the actual situation of Aalto, the birth of a new gang is only a matter of time.
The gangster beater noticed that a man and a woman on the riverside were looking at themselves and the poor people looking for rubbish. They wanted to warn them not to do anything, but they found that they were dressed like nobles, so they dare not be reckless. Twisted, pretending to admire the river, quietly watching the other side’s actions.
Lucien and Natasha did nothing, continued to bathe in the river, and walked to the gates of the market area, which made the gangsters long and relaxed.
At this time, it was the afternoon tea time of Rentatt. It was the most exhausting and least wanting event for Aalto’s goalkeeper soldiers, so they slightly scanned the slightly changed shape of Lucien and Natasha, and saw their clothing temperament. If you count, you will wave them into the city gate.
Familiar and bustling market district, the lingua franca Alto accent, and Lun Tate different but equally familiar with the style of clothing, for the first time gave Lucien most intuitive and Natasha shock.
“The market area has not changed at all, as if we have never left…” Natasha often goes from this gate to the manor outside the city, often wearing a veil to find interesting things, so it’s not for the market area. strange.
Lucien nodded and took a deep breath. The familiar flavor of barbecue, spice, dye, smoke, wine and various smells made him seem to have returned to the original market. At the beginning.
“I used to carry goods here. At that time, my body was not strong enough. A pack of goods could hold me down…” Lucien pointed to some small shops on the street.
Natasha smiled and listened to him in the market area, pointing to a shop from time to time:
“This grocery store has a history of 50 years. When I first came, my grandfather was still entertaining guests. Now it looks like a grandson…”
“…the boss recognized me when I bought the ancient lyre, and almost fainted…”
Lucien is also full of memories of the market area: “…just on this street, John and I will beat the Aaron gangsters’ thugs…”
That was the beginning of my initial recognition and true integration into the world.
The two looked a bit like a pedestrian aristocratic couple of men and women stroll to the market area, pointing from time to time, will inevitably feel strange, but Lucien and Natasha could care about how they look.
Walking along, the two crossed the market area and entered the administrative district. The pedestrians began to decrease and the streets gradually became quiet. Only one street musician and bard played different music to create a music. In the ocean, there is a feeling of sublimation of the soul in the walk.
Natasha listened carefully, and it took a little while to say with a smile: “G major string serenade… “Moonlight”… The second movement of “From the New Kingdom”… “Sorrow”… Dedication, “Dedicated to West Ervia… I don’t think you have left Aalto for so long, your music is often played last name, and the more the street artists and bards play, the more popular it is. The classic music doesn’t matter. When are the classics…”
“There is also your march…” The Lava trees on both sides floated with golden leaves, and Lucien listened attentively, discerning different tunes.
Natasha smugly sang a melody and then sighed slightly: “But compared to before, the frequency of your tracks has been greatly reduced. Most of the songs you just heard are the latest outstanding music.”
Both of them are concerned about the development of Aalto’s music and are no strangers to the outstanding ones.
“This is a good thing. Things are constantly evolving. They are always stuck to the past. Some improvements are not done. It only shows that Aalto’s music is dead. Fortunately, we don’t hear that.” Lucien is not. Mind the way.
Natasha didn’t answer for the time being, but took Lucien and parked outside a restaurant. He listened to the street musicians at the door playing the “Sorrow” with the piano. This is a very difficult work, and he played very freely. Many Aalto people who know music have stopped to listen.
His early repression, depression, pain, and tragedy created a very good atmosphere, so when the last movement pops up with bursts of high-pitched notes with dazzling movements, it can bring out the emotions of the surrounding audience.
Pā pā pā , after the end of the piano performance, there was a warm applause around.
The young pianist seemed to be unpredictable to the extent of his popularity. After sitting on the piano, he did not respond for a long time.
He is a small town to Alto to pursue a dream of music lovers, since that solid foundation of music, has a great innate talent, certain to get a remarkable achievement, but this happened to him a few months into a strong self-doubt among It made him painful, embarrassed, depressed and depressed, and his life’s stretchedness made him have to accept the request of the restaurant owner. Who knows, today’s performance will be so popular?
“Very good, not a pale performance, with emotional resonance.” Natasha gently applauded, then took out a coin and prepared to throw it to the street performer like other listeners.
However, her movement was stopped by Lucien, and she laughed: “Would you like to give him ‘Queen Gold Coin’?”
Due to the expulsion of the Southern Church, Holm Kingdom is also re-casting coins, which is different from the common currency. The Queen’s gold coin is equivalent to Jintale, except that it is engraved with the Queen’s head.
Natasha smiled and said: “Hah, didn’t notice, did you have Jintal?”
Lucien shook his head, took the Queen’s gold coin, rubbed it with his thumb, and then the Queen’s gold coin became Jintal.
The young performer came back and thanked the audience around him. Suddenly, he saw a golden coin falling in front of him.
“Kintal?” He suddenly stopped, too big, right?
The gentle voice rang in his ear: “Playing well, integrating your feelings and understanding into the music, and bringing this piece of music with a distinct personal style, this is very rare, but you There are still some problems with playing and understanding music…”
“Question?” The performer has not yet returned to God, and then heard Lucien’s words of explanation and analysis, each of which is in his heart, because most of this is a place that he has always felt awkward for a long time, and part of it is himself. I feel very satisfied, but I can only find out the wrong experience after listening to it.
After a while, he really woke up and found that the gentleman who guided himself and his wife had gone a long way, leaving only two side-by-side backs.
He wants to catch up and thank him, but the restaurant owner is still staring at himself, only screaming: “Thank you!”
Really a noble gentleman, no, it must be a musician!
Lucien didn’t look back, raised his hand and motioned that he had received it.
“You really like being a Teacher.” Natasha smiled and looked at Lucien next to her.
Lucien smiled and said: “I don’t like to be a Teacher, but a kind of gratitude. If I didn’t meet Victor’s Teacher and didn’t get his exception teaching, I definitely won’t have any later achievements, so when I meet someone who needs guidance. I will give some guidance, maybe their life will be a driving force, hehe, I am returning to society.”
“Returning to society…” Natasha thought of the joke of “revenge for the society”, with a smile like a smile.
So listening to the walk, the two quickly came to the Alto Musicians Association and saw the unique “Bounce Flame” building, which is famous for its light but complex asymmetrical beauty.
“It’s still like this, it hasn’t changed…” Lucien and Natasha made a similar sigh at the same time, but Natasha quickly shook her head and looked around at all around. “I don’t know if it’s good or bad. The place shows that in the few years when I left Aalto, there was almost no change, like it was solidified in time, and Rentat, maybe it was like this morning, and in the afternoon it was another ‘face. ‘Yes.’
In the period of great development, Lentat, with many infrastructures, is undergoing earth-shaking changes as Luien expects.
“Without mentioning the lives of ordinary people, such Aalto may be more suitable for the current musical style…” Lucien said without guilt.
“Also, Rantart’s current appearance always feels inconsistent with the current symphony style, and it should be another music…” Natasha nodded seriously.
“Different cultures, different eras, will certainly give birth to different music…” Lucien said earnestly, and his heart was groaning, maybe one day Rentall would develop rock music or maybe…
Natasha was about to talk, and his expression suddenly condensed: “Hey, Mr. Victor…”
From the Aalto Musicians Association is Lucien’s Music Teacher Victor, who, surrounded by many musicians and performers, boarded the carriage and drove to the St. Hall, which seemed to be in a high position.
Lucien looked at the scene quietly, and there was no movement in the footsteps.
“Don’t you meet him?” Natasha silver-purple eyes staring at Lucien.
Lucien shook his head and his voice was slightly erratic: “No need…”
This will upset his life, and the church will not pay attention to him.
Natasha snorted and deliberately opened the conversation: “So let’s go to the St. Hall to listen to the concert? Don’t know who it will be?”
“Okay.” Lucien had no opinion, and the anti-Magic Array had no effect on Legendary.
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