"Are you ready? We should go over there."
After Hermann enjoyed the stewed pears in red wine that Baird had carefully prepared, he rested for a while and then changed into a formal outfit.
Naturally, they don't want to miss such a grand event as the Munich Music Festival.
"It's terrible. I haven't practiced properly. I haven't had much chance to touch the piano these days in Milan.
I’m going to perform tonight and I’m so nervous.”
Kirk shook Hermann's arm, and at this moment her posture was like a little girl, leaning on her man like a bird.
She blinked her watery eyes and looked at Hermann, whose face was full of helplessness.
When Herman saw Kirk's expression, he knew that his wife was just acting coquettishly towards him.
Occasionally she would make this little daughter-like gesture to add a little color to their married life which was beginning to become dull.
Herman didn't hate this kind of episode, but he felt that since they were an old couple, why should they do this
Still, Herman stroked Kirk's hair lovingly.
"You can do it. I believe in your ability."
Herman spoke softly into Kirk's ear.
The two smiled sweetly at each other, and then got on the carriage that Baird had arranged for them.
Eugene was not very interested in this scene and decided to have a drink at home and have a good sleep.
"I'll be at home looking after the house, you guys go early and come back early, I wish you a smooth performance."
Eugene sat on the sofa with a smile on his face, sincerely wishing Kirk well and waving to the two of them.
When the carriage arrived at the venue, Nietzsche's speech had already ended.
Hermann showed the invitation letter from Frederick to the doorman and came to the audience alone, while Kirk went backstage under the guidance of the doorman.
There was a small table in front of the VIP seats that Frederick reserved for the Hermann family, with some fruits and tea on the table as snacks.
If you finish eating, the staff nearby will come forward immediately to refill it.
But Hermann's mind was not here, he was looking forward to his wife's brilliant appearance.
Wonderful performances were staged one after another, and the audience was fascinated by them.
There are exciting fast-paced military songs as well as sad and touching love songs; the audience's emotions are aroused by music of different styles. This is a music track carefully designed by the organizers.
Kirk was scheduled to perform eighth, and as a piano soloist, she bore much more pressure than other performers.
Ahead of Kirk was a small symphony orchestra.
They played passionately on the stage, playing their violins and flutes with all their might.
The grand performance scene allowed these skilled performers to fully display their sweat on the stage.
The excellent tacit understanding makes the notes seem to transform into elves dancing in a magic forest on the stage.
Kirk silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling both nervous and expectant at the moment.
Waiting for the last note to sound, the performers of the symphony orchestra on the stage stood up one after another at the host's announcement, saluted the audience one by one, and left the stage with their instruments.
The applause from the crowd formed waves of sound that hit Kirk's eardrums, and she couldn't help but put her hands on her chest.
The heart in my chest almost beats out with every word in the script.
As the symphony orchestra left the stage, several sturdy staff members silently pushed a heavy grand piano from the side to the center of the stage.
"Next, we would like to invite our local musician from Moonee Black Market, a beautiful and talented lady, Mrs. Pauline Kirk!
She will rhythm for us the third movement of Piano Sonata No. 11, also known as "Turkish March", composed by the famous musician Mozart!
Let us welcome them with warm applause!"①
The host stood upright in the middle of the stage and introduced himself to the audience in a relaxed tone.
Hermann heard this from the audience, stood up and clapped his hands vigorously.
Others gave Hermann strange looks.
Hermann patted his chest proudly and said to the people,
"my wife!"
Herman's behavior was just a minor episode.
Kirk walked out from behind the curtain, she looked pretty with a little light makeup on her face.
Hermann saw her clasping her hands together and understood her nervousness.
Kirk bit his lip lightly and bent down to salute the audience.
She saw Hermann standing out from the crowd. Hermann smiled brightly and gave Kirk a thumbs up.
At this moment, Kirk smiled relaxedly, melting the serious ice like spring flowers blooming.
She walked gently to the grand piano, opened the lid, and took a deep breath.
The black and white piano keys attracted her attention like a whirlpool, and a feeling of dizziness followed.
The audience was a little surprised to see Kirk posing at the piano but not playing.
Milan's trip meant Kirk didn't have enough practice, but the lively melody was still deeply engraved in her mind.
Herman ignored the surprise of others and shouted towards the stage,
"Baby! You're the best!"
Hearing this, Kirk closed his eyes, smiled, and regained his confidence.
She began her performance, her hands dancing on the keys.
This piece of music full of exotic atmosphere is a popular work.
The oriental and majestic march was transformed into a magnificent and majestic picture by Kirk's deft hands. As the pitch continued to rise, the melody continued to move towards a climax.
The unconventional song selections are unique and original, and Kirk's relaxed and lively playing of the smooth and pleasant tunes shows the audience her own feelings and love for music.
Just as the music was about to reach its final chapter, the sky outside the city of Munihei became as bright as day.
The moonlight that should have illuminated the ground became extremely dim, and only the light of the Pleiades star cluster shone in the night sky.
——
Wisps of evil aura gathered around Elphis, and his yellow robe fluttered without wind.
Evelya, who was unaware of the situation, had already been drugged, her limbs were tied tightly with ropes, and she was taken to the banquet hall by Frederick.
"Welcome, Master Nietzsche."
With a creepy smile on his face hidden deep in the yellow robe, Elphis opened his arms and spoke to Master Nietzsche who was led into the banquet hall.
“I don’t need you to have any doubts, you just need to watch.
I will not listen to any of your questions. You will understand with your eyes and feel the greatness of my Lord with your soul!"
The evil aura emanating from Elphis made Master Nietzsche regret his actions, but the door behind him had been closed, and even the drawbridge leading to the outside of the castle had been retracted.
There is nowhere to escape and no way to run.
Master Nietzsche said nothing, but looked coldly at Elphis in front of him.
Elphis took the knife from Terran, who had been waiting beside him, and slowly cut the neck of the lamb on the long table.
People in yellow robes knelt down at the same time, chanting in a language that Master Nietzsche could not understand.
This language is so ancient and strange that it even made every hair on Master Nietzsche stand up.
Master Nietzsche didn't understand, nor did he want to understand. This uneasy and crazy atmosphere became more serious as the blood from the lamb dripped onto the ground.
A vortex appeared high above the castle, and from the vortex came waves of insane mutterings.
Master Nietzsche couldn't help but cover his ears, but it didn't help.
Countless voices repeated the same words in Master Nietzsche's mind.
"Respect him! He is the master of the deep sea and starry sky! He is the king! He is the wind! Come on, wind!!!"
The vortex in the sky was spinning constantly, sucking away the light from all around.
The lamb's blood fell on the ground, forming a bloody mark.
The Yellow Seal descends, and with it come the revelers.
This bloody banquet officially began.
Elphis knelt on the ground, and a blood-red light appeared in his crazy eyes.
"My Lord! The last lamb is offered for you!"
The vortex formed a terrible tornado, and in the phoenix's eyes was the dilapidated castle.
The yellow seal formed a door with wisps of red smoke coming out of it, and there were spots of light on the door that made crackling sounds.
A hand faintly appeared in the door, no, it was a sharp claw with tentacles.
As the tentacles slowly revealed their hideousness to the world from the shadows in the door, a cold and chilly wind blew out from the door.
It seemed as if the air around was also frozen by this cold wind coming from the dark outer space, and at the same time, the remaining rationality in people's hearts and minds was also frozen and taken away.
Frederick's body was shaking, and a fishy liquid flowed out from under him.
"Ah! The yellow monks finally saw your true face!"
After saying this, he used his hands to tear the skin on his face hard.
Blood marks appeared on Frederick's face, but he did not stop his actions.
Instead, he tried even harder, using every inch of his nails to tear off his facial skin. Even though blood was dripping, he didn't seem to feel any pain.
In his mind there was only real pleasure, the pleasure of attaining the truth.
There are many other yellow-clad believers who have committed similar acts of self-mutilation as Frederick, and their blood is now pink instead of scarlet.
Master Nietzsche looked at the self-harming behavior of these crazy people in front of him and began to wonder what kind of party he was attending.
Finally, Frederick laughed maniacally and stabbed his own eyes with two raised fingers.
He fell to the ground, but his body was still twitching, his soul completely corrupted and absorbed by the Revelers.
With his soul gone, Frederick's body had become useless waste.
His flesh and blood were corroding the marble floor tiles, and wriggling buds were growing in his body, flying from the residue into the terrible door.
Frederick was the first, but not the last; other lunatics suffered the same fate.
There was a sickening stench in the pervasive smell of blood in the air, and Master Nietzsche could no longer maintain his standing posture.
He collapsed to the ground.
"No! This is not something from my dream."
The revelers inside the door cast a curious look outside.
"Oh? The Fatty's Patron? Interesting."
The tentacles no longer moved slowly, but spread out from the door quickly.
The tentacle gently touched Master Nietzsche's head, and Master Nietzsche's brain temporarily lost all ability to think.
Self-obsession, evil temptation, demonic desire, and decadent craving devoured the dream rooted deep in the soul of Master Nietzsche.
“It’s a scam.”
The tentacle left a puzzling sentence in Master Nietzsche's heart.
Master Nietzsche fell into a complete coma.
Elphis saw the tentacle that looked like a wrinkled python, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to touch it.
Such an act of rebellion made Elpheus receive the punishment he deserved.
His outstretched hand turned into an organ entangled with countless tentacles, and then tightly enveloped Elphis's head.
"I can't breathe! I can't survive! Is this the power of the king?!"
Such a thought came into Elphis' mind.
Evelya, who was tied to a chair, did not fall into a complete sleep because the baby in her belly shared some of the effects of the drug.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Elphis kneeling in front of her.
Even though everyone present was wearing yellow robes, Evelya was very sure that the man in front of her with his face covered with tentacles was her beloved Elphis.
She wanted to get out of the chair and get the thing wrapped around Elphis's face off, but she couldn't even shout.
In addition to her tightly bound limbs, Evelya's mouth was also sealed with tape.
She could only whimper in despair and watch her lover fall to the ground and turn into a pool of rotten flesh.
Tears of blood flowed from her eyes. Although she had a bad premonition, she still had the image of Elphis in her heart.
"What about spending the rest of our lives together?!"
Despair spread in Evelia's heart, and she longed to die with her lover at this moment.
Unfortunately, she couldn't see the door behind her.
The claws in the door were bloated but elegant, and one tentacle gently rested on the back of Evelia's head.
A maddening fear descended upon Evelia, causing her to withdraw from the death of Elphis, and this was the moment of despair.
The surviving yellow-clad believers shouted in unison,
"King! Accept this final sacrifice! Then reign supreme over the world with your majesty!"
The tentacles in the door stayed at the back of Evelia's head instead of immediately piercing through the heads of the sacrifices and sucking in their brains as usual.
He is hesitating.
The tentacle suddenly retracted from the door, and its two huge claws pushed the door open.
That huge body only poked out a little bit from the door, and everyone present, except the unconscious Master Nietzsche, saw His true appearance.
In an instant, before they could react, they all fell to the ground.
Their heads exploded on their own like fireworks, and the ground was covered with scarlet.
Evelya didn't know what was behind her, but she could see people falling one by one.
She twisted her body but couldn't break free from the tight ropes.
That huge mouth opened behind Evelia and roared angrily!
He discovered the difference, He discovered him in Evelya's belly!