The twelve oil paintings of musicians are the twelve great masters of Western countries.
The portraits at the front are the three kings who inherited the glorious names of "Bach", "Mozart" and "Beethoven", followed closely by the great masters such as Chopin, Haydn and Brahms who are second only to the three kings.
In addition to their own near-peer-to-peer abilities, these great musicians who inherited the names of sages from the Dark Ages are all in charge of quite terrifying power and technology.
The power of some of them is not known to everyone due to the secrecy of various countries and the reclusiveness of the master himself. But some of the stories are already well known.
For example, the forbidden music score - "Genesis" kept by Mr. "Haydn" who is stationed in the Holy City all year round.
The last time Genesis was played was forty years ago.
A natural disaster called the "Holy White Storm" broke into the human kingdom from the northern sea. It passed two countries along the way and completely wiped out most of their land and population. The accompanying beast tide completely destroyed one of the countries. At that time, Mr. Haydn led the choir to the north face. The power of "Genesis" drained away all the ether within a thousand miles, and completely defeated its eye in one fell swoop.
Immediately afterwards... that kind of power that was so huge that it exceeded ordinary people's imagination broke into the Fertile Plain like a powerful force. Countless thunders of creation burned it into a piece of lava soil, and the Munn Mountains was cut into a huge gap by the unexhausted power. As a result, billions of tons of seawater poured in, sinking most of the plain into the ocean forever.
So far, there is a vast country there.
The city that once gathered the wealth of the entire continent was in ruins, and the sea was full of corpses hugging each other.
It is an almost divine miracle that humans cannot control after summoning it. As a weapon, its power is so astonishing that no matter whether it wins or loses, it is an extremely tragic loss for both parties.
Because of this, on the border between Anglo and Burgundy, even though there were two legendary musicians, Chopin and Brahms, sitting there, there had never been any battle between them. .
—Unless both countries have the determination and price to suffer together.
It is said that in the East, the "Nine Royal" musicians, who represent the strongest, are so powerful that they cannot even seal themselves. They cannot stay in one place for a long time, otherwise a disaster called "Heavenly Tribulation" will follow.
As the undisputed first among Western musicians, Mr. "King of Blue, Bach" has been going deep into the dark world all year round, opening up the land for mankind. After inheriting the holy name, he has never returned to the hinterland of the civilized world.
The current pope, after inheriting the name of "Red King Beethoven", simply lived in seclusion in the Holy City, left all academic affairs to the College of Cardinals, and devoted all his attention to the mission of "guarding the abyss". inside.
As for the Yellow King Mozart... he has been missing for many years, and no one knows where that talented young man is.
The twelve portraits are the twelve contemporary masters, and more than four of them are blank, which means that no one is qualified to inherit the mission represented by that name.
Looking at the blank space, Ye Qingxuan just felt a little sad.
If there hadn't been that big change, that man would have been one of them, right
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"Your Highness Mary, I didn't expect you to come. It really surprises me."
Just in the corner, an old man with white hair slightly saluted the blond girl in front of him. The girl with a slender neck nodded in return, her expression dignified and filled with soft beauty.
She was wearing a long blue dress, and her blond hair was simply tied behind her ears. She didn't look like she was attending a party, but more like a girl walking in the park.
"This is not a formal meeting, please don't be restrained, Dean."
The girl's voice was soft, and she looked around with appreciative eyes: "Although I came here because of other things, after seeing this admissions banquet, I also feel that many students will be the pillars of the future."
She was obviously about the same age as these students, or even younger, but she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, looking down from above.
"It's just a group of kids. Who knows the future?"
The old man shook his head and sighed: "But every time I see them, I always feel that I am old."
He sighed: "To be honest, I have been scared by a kid pouring wine three times today. I am going to ask the supervisor later if they have recruited Persian assassins as school janitors?" "
"You are serious."
Mary couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing softly: "However, I would really like to meet someone who can scare the dean three times."
At this moment, the soft band music finally slowly stopped. Silence quickly returned to the somewhat noisy hall, and everyone looked at this corner in confusion.
As usual, this is the time for the dean to speak. But the dean still had no intention of taking the stage. He stood there, motionless, just sipping champagne.
"Dean, it's your turn to speak." Sidney reminded in a low voice.
"Sorry, I don't feel very well today, so I won't have to talk." He looked at the stunned Sidney: "Why don't you go up and say a few words?"
Sidney was stunned: "Dean, you didn't mean to..."
"Oh, don't be too rigid. How can you still take the idea that you came up with yesterday and take it seriously today? Besides, I'm most annoyed by things like discipline. What if I say something I shouldn't say?"
Maxwell waved his hand lightly: "Skip, skip, go to the next link. Didn't you say that a young man who was highly praised by Master Schumann came here today? Come on, some music, music! I like the sound of the piano."
Sidney was speechless. He just felt that he and the committee had been tricked by this guy again. It was like seeing a powerful enemy raise his hand and gently lower it. Although there was no expected slap, it was still annoying. fry.
But what can he do
Everyone who sees this old guy as a thorn in their side has nothing to do with him.
Because he is Maxwell, the guardian of the blood of Angelus, the tyrant of the Royal Academy of Music. Since he rose to prominence in his youth, he has never given anyone face, nor looked at anyone's face.
Unscrupulous, maverick, do whatever you want, not afraid of messing up... you can do whatever you want, but he doesn't care at all.
For decades, he has firmly occupied his seat in the House of Lords and the supreme hegemony in the school, even if the Queen orders it, he can still do it perfunctorily. Although he is obviously a descendant of a noble family, he has offended almost all the families and even missed the round table meeting for three consecutive years...
Sidney sighed: "Next step."
This is best, at least you don't have to worry about Maxwell making any mistakes while speaking. Moreover, this time it was a one-man show arranged by the committee for Banner.
Rather, it would be better without his help!
In order to train their descendants, the Adrian family provided a large amount of sponsorship to the noble committee this time. Just thinking of this made Sidney feel hot in his heart and clenched his fists:
Banner, this time it’s up to you!
Just as he looked at her expectantly and enthusiastic eyes, in the venue, the blond boy silently walked onto the stage and stood in front of the piano.
Under the spotlight, he bowed slightly to salute, his eyes swept across the audience coldly, he sat silently, placed his hands on the keys, and pressed them silently.
It was as if there was a sound of breaking crystal, and the crisp echo came from under the keys, resounding in everyone's ears.
Outside the crowd, Maxwell's narrowed eyes lifted.
He murmured softly: "It's interesting."
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In an atmosphere of silence.
The notes seemed to reverberate in the air, and the tiny sounds turned into ripples and spread in all directions. They collided with each other in the air, leaving an intoxicating echo.
The soft sound spread in all directions, filling every inch of the auditorium. It's like a gentle wind blowing into every corner. The sound of music gradually increased, spread out like threads, and entangled in everyone's breath.
Subtly swirling, lingering in everyone's ears. Then as the tune slowly climbed, it turned into a thick echo.
Then the notes burst.
The heavy sound of the piano pressed on everyone's heart, freezing and then breaking like flowing spring water!
This is one of the many "Marchs" circulated on the mainland, but it adopts the progressive format favored by the school of change. It changes from the format of fugue, but it is different from the simple fugue. It can start softly, but the notes must be continuous. Like a soft gauze, overlapping one layer after another, in countless waves, it evolved into a frantic sea tide that burst the dam violently.
However, few people can play such a piece of music so densely. The notes jump back and forth between each part, repeating themselves, and the fleeting overlaps are like a violent storm, leaving no room for breathing!
The once gentle music now brings a strong shock to the senses, making people unable to gain a foothold in this frenzy. Thoughts and emotions were swept away by the waves and rushed into the distance.
Until the last crisp reprise, everything came to an abrupt end, and the notes that once filled my heart slowly dissipated.
In the silent venue, only the candidates looked at each other in horror and gasped in depression.
Banner stood up silently, bent slightly, and walked off the stage.
After a long time, applause sounded like a rainstorm.
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"here you go!"
Sidney cheered softly, almost dancing. He casually pulled the young waiter beside him, grabbed the champagne from his hand and slowly poured himself a glass. After drinking almost all of it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt something was wrong. He looked at the waiter beside him doubtfully: "Have I seen you?"
Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly, his white hair hidden in his hat.
Sidney stopped looking and put the champagne into his hand: "Don't be lazy, work hard!"
Ye Qingxuan chuckled and slipped away quietly with the plate in hand... Who knows if this bastard would have someone beat him up if he found out that he had sneaked in? It was such a loss for Lao Fei's sausage!
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There was still the sound of dishes pinging in the kitchen. After Ye Qingxuan came back, he was pulled to the sink to wash dishes. Soon, he heard John and a few handymen vividly describing the playing in the hall.
"It's an outstanding performance, you know?" said the changing waiter, "I almost dropped the plate."
"It's so unexpected!"
"I can't breathe and I'm covered in cold sweat. I didn't expect that a student can play so well."
"What a shame, I'm busy."
The cook wiped her hands on her apron with a depressed expression: "The fat guy from the vice-principal just came over for inspection. I really don't know what he was thinking. He even had to take care of the arrangement of the fruit plate. Otherwise, I would have gone too."
Ye Qingxuan was watching their discussion and asked doubtfully: "It's just a piano, right? It's nothing special."
The cook and John looked at him, shook their heads and sighed.
"Kid, you'll understand when you grow up."
The cook reached out and rubbed his hair with her greasy hands, and sighed helplessly: "We commoners can only listen to the music of the wandering theater troupe and the balalaika in the tavern. If you are not working here, you want to listen to the piano." I’m afraid there is no hope for me to play in this life.”
"It's a shame we didn't catch up, you guys!"
The cook muttered regretfully: "I agreed that it would be my turn today."
"I actually learned a little piano, if you want to hear it..."
In front of the sink, Ye Qingxuan tapped the plate in his hand with his knuckles:
"—I can play it for you."
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