——Thank you first. After everyone’s advice, I took off my laptop to clean and apply silicone grease last night, and it seemed to have been rescued.

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People were rushing on the Municipal Square and several streets in the nearby administrative districts, and the darkness was like the tide of night. Some of them were filled with tears and applauding wildly, while others were calling out loudly with excitement, especially those who gradually disappeared by the crystal wall that gradually disappeared after the music stopped at close range, were even more full of tears, shouting loudly over and over again:

"Lucion Evans!"

No music has ever been able to touch their hearts like this, with everything they can experience in their lives, with unbearable suffering, hardships, brilliant victory, real joy, music they like from the heart and pious praise, so when Fabrini sings the Ode to Joy, they will tremble uncontrollably from the soul to the body.

This feeling failed to calm down for a long time after the symphony, so even if they could no longer see the hall of Psalm and the master who brought this unparalleled music from the True God to the world, they still vented their worship, respect and love.

Behind the crazy scene, in the hall of Psalmism they could not see, a few nobles, pastors and bishops who still maintained rationality could not react and looked at Lucien Evans, wearing a black tuxedo, slowly falling to the ground like a falling angel, with an elegant but tragic feeling. This scene was remembered in their pupils and in their memories.

Then, as if a silver-purple lightning flashed through the space, Natasha in a purple evening dress suddenly appeared on the stage, hugged Lucien before she actually fell to the ground, then kicked her feet and flew back to the VIP private room, leaving only the aristocrats who were rushing around the stage stunned.

Her reaction was faster than anyone else, and when everyone recalled it, it added a lot of ambiguous guesses.

"Bishop Bishop, please treat Lucien!" Natasha kept the calmness that everyone was used to, but there was still a bit of anxiety in her tone, and her fair and slender right hand was tightly clasped against Lucien's right fingers and refused to let go.

Cardinal Cosse solemnly drew a cross on his chest: "Only the most devout believers of the Lord can create such a sacred and grand polite symphony, so don't worry, Your Highness, the true God will not let Mr. Evans die, and I will do my best to heal him."

Victor, who was standing by, was anxious to confirm Lucien's condition, but Natasha was like a mother who was guarding the child and a knight who was guarding the lord. She held Lucien in her arms in a way that rejected others, and refused to let go of her hand. This made Victor only wander around in a restless mood, watching the Holy Emblem of Truth held by Gesai lit up a milky white sacred light shining on Lucien.

Through his tightly clenched hands, Natasha quietly poured her own Sky Knight-level power into Lucien's body, suppressing and covering up his soul abnormality.

Since Lucien was not on the verge of dying, Gosse just used regular magical techniques to check and did not directly burst out all his strength to observe from the inside to the outside.

After a few dozen seconds, under the concern and anxious eyes of everyone, Gosse smiled: "Mr. Evans fainted only when he was sick and too excited. It was not a serious matter. Of course, if he did not receive treatment and delayed for another week or two, even if he had the power of a knight, he would truly die. But now, I think everything is fine, and the Lord will protect him."

The healing magic is not omnipotent. At least in the view of the church, it is to be healed by stimulating the vitality of the person himself. If this person loses his vitality due to long-term illness and is not much left, he has to declare that he is on the verge of true death and is about to be summoned by the Lord. No matter how strong the healing magic is, it cannot be cured, unless it is the "resurrection technique" performed by the God of Truth in myths and legends!

What Gosse didn't say was that Lucien Evans seemed to be a second-level knight, but when he thought of his "relationship" with Natasha, he felt relieved.

"But why did Lucien get sick? As a young knight, he would not have been sick without a severe plague or extremely poor physical condition." After hearing that it was not serious, Natasha asked calmly.

In fact, she knew very well that this was the four-ring magic "epidemic technique" that Lucien had performed on his body a few weeks ago.

After Lucien used the "disease technique" on himself, he never treated it. He just relied on the self-healing ability of the second-level knight to resist it, allowing it to gradually develop from magical diseases into lingering natural diseases over many days, so as not to be seen.

Gosse was silent for a few seconds before answering: "Maybe it is because Mr. Evans' internal organ injury was not cured in time."

"I understand, please teach me Bishop Gesse, please treat Lucien quickly." Natasha was very "clear" about the current situation and was not entangled with the cause of the illness. The most important thing at the moment was to treat Lucien.

Cardinal Gouse stretched out his hands and emitted a pure light full of sacred meaning. After it shone on Lucien, it was obvious that a cluster of black smoke rose from Lucien's body like countless small "worms" that were hard to see in the naked eye.

The Three Pole Divine Technique "removing diseases", a not powerful, not high-level but very symptomatic treatment technique!

Natasha, who still suppressed and covered up Lucien's abnormal soul, saw those tiny black "worms" slowly turning into white smoke in the pure light and completely disappearing, and a hint of relaxation and joy appeared on her face.

Seeing her daughter's expression and looking at their right hands that were crossing their fingers and holding each other tightly, Grand Duke Vaurit's emotions were very complicated. There was the melancholy and anger of every father who loved her after witnessing her about to be abducted by a bastard boy, and there was also the joy of her finally returning to normal, and there was no need to worry about her being attacked and her blood was cut off.

Seeing that the grand duke's expression was complicated, Count Lafati laughed in a low voice: "The quasi-knight is also a knight. At least it stimulates bloodline power, which is much better than finding an ordinary person casually."

Once, Grand Duke Vaurit revealed to Count Rafati and others that no matter whether he stimulated blood power, whether he was a noble or whether he really brought Natasha back to the right path, as long as his daughter could get married and have children on the surface normally, he would turn a blind eye to agree.

"Yes..." Grand Duke Vaurit sighed deeply.

After performing the "removal of disease", Gesai used another four-ring magic "recovery technique". Then everyone saw Lucien slowly opening his eyes and looked around in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Victor said with concern and regret: "Lucion, you are too careless of your health. With such a serious illness, you have to create music, insist on holding concerts, and conduct yourself! Is this necessary? With your current status, can't you postpone the concert until you have good health? Will it be forgotten by people?"

A series of questions touched Lucien's emotions, which made him a little moved: "I was wrong, Mr. Victor. But you also know that with inspiration and creative passion, you can't stop. Well, I will have a good rest and recuperate next."

Gösze said slightly: "Mr. Evans, your illness and injury have been cured, but you have gone through and consumed too much vitality. Next, you need a long period of rest to restore your weak body."

"Haha, Lucien, the scene just now almost scared my old man's heart to stop beating, but it is worth it to hear the symphony of "Ode to Joy" at this price." Christopher was half joking and half relaxing when he saw that Lucien had no problem.

Natasha first let out a light breath, and then said to Gossay seriously: "Bike Gossay, I will send Lucien back first, and then discuss with you the issue of his injury."

"Natasha, remember to pass on the news that I was fine to Franz, Fabrini and everyone else who saw me fall, don't let them worry about me." Lucien turned his head and said to Natasha.

Natasha nodded softly: "Don't worry, I will tell the guards to announce that the most important thing for you is to have a good rest and recover."

Seeing them talking without anyone else, and seeing the recovered Lucien leaning in Natasha's arms without resistance, the two of them could almost breathe, and the expressions of the people in the VIP rooms such as Grand Duke Vaurit, Christopher, and Victor all became slightly strange and ambiguous.

It was not until Natasha flew away with Lucien that they came to their senses and looked at Grand Duke Vaurit with strange congratulations, making Grand Duke even more melancholy.

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In the air, Natasha said proudly: "Lucien, after you 'dead', my father probably won't force me to get married for a long time."

Then she said in a sad tone: "He will understand the pain of losing two 'lovers' in a row, and understand the blow I suffered because of it..."

"Natasha, your acting skills are really good." Lucien exclaimed sincerely.

Natasha laughed and said, "That's great! I like watching operas too!"

"But when you proposed to exchange 'death' for the tacit understanding after the church discovered it, did you just hold this thought and want to use me to get rid of the pressure put on you by the Grand Duke?" Lucien said with a sneer.

Natasha smiled dryly and said, "Where is it? Where is it! What I just thought of!"

"It's okay, we are good friends. Natasha, you admit it frankly, I won't be angry." Lucien raised his eyebrows like Natasha.

Natasha looked around and said, "Well, I have to send you home quickly, so I can put pressure on Bishop Gouse to facilitate your next plan."

Camille flew beside him and looked at them expressionlessly.

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In the hall of Psalm, when they learned that Lucien Evans just fainted excitedly, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly left the stage with a still excited mood.

They didn't know now that the scene where Lucien, whom they just saw, slowly fell down in a crazy and enthusiastic scene, was their last impression of this great musician.

After Christopher, Victor, Othello and others walked out of the hall of Psalm, they saw the crowds of people still in the nearby municipal square and surrounding streets. When they heard their loud calls, they couldn't help but sigh: "I have never seen such a crazy scene, and maybe it will be difficult to reappear before my death."

"Yes, but "Ode to Joy" deserves it." Othello, who is similar to solemn and grand and sacred music, said very seriously: "In my opinion, this is the pinnacle of the symphony so far, unparalleled!"

Even if Master Christopher is by his side, he still wants to say this. (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster! Mobile users please go to m. This site to read.)
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