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In Zilihe District, a nice civilian house.

Ryan walked to the dining table and found a stack of newspapers on the right side of his plate. He immediately asked his busy wife in confusion: "Didn't the Alto Weekly just released an issue yesterday? Why is it here again today?"

As a manager in a business, he needs to understand the various aspects of Aalto to correspond to the purchase and sale of different goods, so he subscribed to the comprehensive "Aalto Weekly".

After comforting his son, his wife, Elena, sat down, walked towards the kitchen and replied in a very quick voice: "It is said to be a supplement. But I don't know the words and don't understand what it is written on it."

After saying that, she hummed the lyrics of "Happy Angel is holy and beautiful, and the bright light shines on the earth". The atmosphere in the restaurant and kitchen immediately became cheerful, making people feel good.

Ryan, who hummed a few lines with his wife's singing, sat down majestic in front of his son, and picked up the "supplement" of the "Aalto Weekly".

He started as an apprentice at the bottom of the business. Although he was not the smartest and most sensitive among the same apprentices, he was the most diligent and hardworking. With his unwillingness to admit defeat, he gradually got rid of the poor's life, learned the words, learned a lot of knowledge related to doing business, and gradually promoted to the current manager's status as a manager, with a happy family and a relatively prosperous life.

So, when he first heard the Symphony of Destiny, he felt that it was his own voice and a spirit that he could not express. He resonated with the music, and even the whole family fell in love with Lucien Evans's music crazily.

"Aalto Weekly" unfolds, and Ryan sees that the front page headline is a dark and solemn word:

"Obituary".

Ryan felt his scalp tingling and thought to himself: "Which big shot was called by the master?" This will cause great fluctuations in the sales volume or prices of many commodities.

His eyes quickly moved down, and behind him were rows of dark black lead characters that seemed to have a heavy and depressing feeling:

"The immortal music master, the great pianist, the conductor, a pioneer, the changer of the musical era, the guide, the founder and the perfector of the current symphony development trend and structure. Mr. Lucien Evans, the musical genius favored by the Lord, was called by the Lord in the early morning of June 4th with his unparalleled work."

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Seeing this passage, Ryan's mind buzzed, and he could not associate the servant with Mr. Lucien Evans, "Lord. He is so young and so talented. He can lead the Aalto music industry to develop for decades!"

The slightly blurred vision moved downward, and the rows of lead characters were like sharp arrows that hurt his heart:

"…Mr. Evans's life from a slum to a music master is a life of never giving in and never giving up. It is a life of fighting and a glorious life!"

“…Let us express our deepest condolences and wish this Lord’s darling to continue to sing and praise the Lord on our behalf on the Hill of Paradise.”

Ilena walked out with breakfast. Seeing Ryan's face was confused and sad, her eyes were red, she was shocked and almost accidentally knocked the food to the ground: "Dear, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

"I... cried?" Ryan asked in confusion and dullness, only to feel his eyes rising and the things in his sight were blurred.

With a ticking sound, he saw a tear falling on the spread newspaper, and then it quickly spread, blurring the eulogies of the musicians and nobles.

"I can't believe this is the truth. His death is a loss that the entire music industry can never make up for!" Christopher.

"Maybe it is because his works are so outstanding and his heart is too pure that he has won the favor of the Lord in advance." Othello.

"He brought us the spirit and joy of never giving up, but he left without anything. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help crying." Phyllis.

"He ascended to Paradise Mountain, leaving us a peak that is difficult to climb. The 'wealth' he gives us is not distinguished from high or low, no matter whether it is rich or poor. As long as he has a grateful heart and an unyielding heart, he can gain the most valuable things in life. If one day I die, I hope to be buried near such a great person." Franz.

Ryan looked at the small water trace and subconsciously said to himself: "I actually cried..."

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Next to the city gate leading to the market area in Adejen District, there were piles of people, some sobbing alone, some sad and silent.

There were also many girls hugging each other and crying, with a sad expression.

Betty, Joanna and Simeone saw this strange and solemn scene after coming out of the Copper Crown Tavern, and at the same time they found a notice posted on the wall.

Although they are not literate, the words that are as dark as the background of a coffin make them understand that this is an obituary.

"Which big man's death made the poor so sad?" Betty didn't think that the death of the great nobles, the great lords, and the cardinals could make the poor in the Adejean district cry unless they cried.

Driven by intense curiosity, Betty asked the two gatekeepers who clearly showed sadness: "Two sirs, what is the content of this obituary?"

The poor in the Adejean district were basically unliterate, so the two soldiers did not question Betty, and she called out sweetly, so one of them said kindly and heavyly: "It's the Adejean district, no, Mr. Lucien Evans, the pride of the city of Alto, was summoned by the Lord when he was seriously ill."

In addition to Lucien's friends, official staff of the Noble and Musicians Association revealed that he was killed by the evil magician "Professor", the church asked Natasha to announce that Lucien died of serious illness, just like the previous incidents of Silver Horn, concealed from ordinary people.

This is because a great musician who has just achieved brilliant success and is loved by most of the people of Arto, who was actually killed by evil magicians in the City of Psalm, will make the believers of Arto doubt the ability of the church and doubt whether they can protect themselves from evil as advertised.

If it weren't for the inability to solve the problem of the corpse and Natasha's insistence, the church wanted Natasha to completely hide it from Joel and others.

Betty was stunned, feeling that his soul seemed to fly out of his body, and his whole body became very confused.

"Betty, what's wrong?" Joanna asked with concern.

Betty cried out with a wow, hugged her sister's shoulder and sobbed loudly: "Evans, woo, Mr. Evans, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo... "

Even after three years of training, she is under twenty years old. She is still a girl with many emotional emotions.

Joanna could not believe what she heard. The calm, wise, decisive and determined quasi-knight actually died of serious illness?

But the soldiers of Alto could not make fun of this kind, so her eyes were slightly red and she patted Betty's shoulder and said, "Don't cry. Mr. Evans was just called to Paradise Mountain by the Lord in advance. Because his works are so outstanding. You must work hard. Don't let Mr. Evans down and strive to become a powerful knight."

"Yeah." Betty nodded sadly.

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John rode a dragon-scaled horse and led a team of servants to slowly enter the gate of Alto facing the Black Forest of Melze.

Alto himself is the last big city before entering the Dark Mountains. Therefore, the distance from the Dark Mountains Fortress is not far away. It only takes one day to ride a dragon scale horse, even if you run at normal speed and rest.

Therefore, after learning from the letters sent by his family that his good friend who had been away from home for three years had returned to Alto, John began to apply for a ten-day holiday once a year, preparing to come back to meet his old friends and accompany his family.

Unfortunately, the Dark Mountain Fortress was strictly managed, and Natasha and Lucien were worried that John, who had the strength of a formal knight, would notice something in the villa, so they suppressed his holiday approval until the third day of the concert.

John, wearing the silver-gray full-body armor of the Violet Knights and a purple cape, had brilliant blonde hair and a divine eyes, and a bit of joy in his calm expression.

Although he occasionally gets the letters he passed from His Highness, how can he be compared to the joy of reunion after a long separation? Especially along the way, he also heard that his friend's return concert had unprecedented success. The "Ode to Joy" that seemed to praise the Lord, praise joy and unity made people never get tired of listening, so he felt more and more eager. If it weren't for the streets, he would have wanted to gallop home.

As he walked, John gradually realized something was wrong. The streets were filled with sad people, and his keen hearing repeatedly heard the name of Lucien Evans.

A bad premonition arose in his heart, John's expression calmed down, and he ordered his servant to find out what was going on.

John could hear the questions and answers between the attendant and the passerby clearly:

“Master Evans was summoned by the Lord…”

Bang, the whip in John's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp and loud sound.

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This day was recorded in the later "Aalto Weekly": "It seems that a huge dark cloud of sorrow covered the entire Alto, causing people to lose joy in their faces. I can't believe that the angel in charge of music would have passed away at such a young age."

“This is the sadness of a city.”

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Three days later, the old house in Lucien, in the Adejean district.

A black hearse slowly started under the pull of four bulls. It will follow Lucien Evans's life trajectory, from Adejen to Jisu, then to the administrative district, and finally arrive at the noble district, enter the Golden Cathedral, and begin the formal funeral.

John was wearing a dark black knight's gown with a serious expression and silent expression at the front of the right side of the hearse. Behind him was Joel, Alisa, who cried sadly, Evin and Elena, who were red-eyed, and Lucien's relatives and friends. On the right were Victor, Othello, Phyllis and other teachers, classmates, and colleagues in the music industry.

Christopher and Natasha, one is too old and the other is "foreign" because of their own identity and no formal relationship, are waiting in the Golden Cathedral.

The hearse was slow, solemn and quiet, with only a low crying sound.

A poor man was infected by this atmosphere and was driven by the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for several days. He spontaneously walked back and joined the spirit protection team.
Chapter completed!