"What happened last night caused such a big stir? The church actually used this carpet-style investigation? No, it should be that I had contact with the witch before, so I was listed on the list of suspicions, but it was not the most preferred group. Otherwise, how could anyone come to me until the afternoon?" Lucien did not panic, thought calmly, and said calmly: "I went to bed until late in order to complete the last part of the music last night, and seemed to have overdrawn my energy, so I was very tired in the morning and thought I was sick, but by noon I had recovered completely, and it should have been overdrawn."

How could Lucien ask the church people to check their physical condition?

Correa continued to ask: "Can anyone prove what the disease is? If not, please go back to the church for a checkup."

"I have said just now that I am tired because of writing the music, not sick." Lucien still answered calmly.

At this time, Victor stepped forward and said, "Mr. Guardian, I can prove that my student Lucien was writing the music last night and caused his fatigue in the morning because he wrote an outstanding, great work. Whenever I can complete a satisfactory work, I often feel a kind of exhaustion from the heart."

Correa glanced at Victor: "Who are you?"

"He is the musician Mr. Victor, and Lucien's teacher." Elena introduced in a little frightened manner, and looked at Lucien very strangely, "He? Compose the music?"

"And he also received such a high evaluation from Mr. Victor! Did Mr. Victor say so to deal with the church guards?"

Correa took out a quill and recorded something in a black booklet: "Mr. Victor, you are Lucien's teacher, so your proof will not be fully adopted. Are there any other witnesses? If not, please let Lucien go back to the church with me once, not to be questioned by the Inquisition, but to check your physical condition."

Lucien looked very calm, but he was thinking about how to shirk it off, so the scene became quiet.

"I can prove that he has really completed an excellent work, and it is an excellent piece of music that fights evil and struggles with difficulties. I think he must have burned his soul and all his passion when he composes the music."

"I am Baron Othello, the director of the Musicians Association."

Othello heard the movement in the office and walked out to testify for Lucien. On the one hand, although he hated that kind of music, he was sure of Lucien's musical talent and possible efforts. His words just now would not be fake. If he didn't even feel tired after completing the work, Othello would doubt Lucien. On the other hand, Othello did not want to disrupt the Victor concert he had already begun to look forward to, and he also wanted to maintain the decentness of the Musicians Association.

Correa had a slightly jawed head and recorded a line of words in the booklet: "Sir Baron, with your testimony, I think I can leave."

In fact, Correa himself would never believe that Lucien was the wanted "professor". According to the information provided by the referee, Lucien was still an ordinary person when he was interrogated three months ago, while the mysterious "professor" was a powerful magician of at least the Third Ring. He would never grow to this level in just three months. Even if he sold his soul to the devil, he would not be able to do it!

The referee and the bishop made this judgment, so in the first round of review in the morning, Lucien was not placed on the list. In the afternoon, Correa saw that Lucien was very small and very suspicious, so he had the idea of ​​taking him back and letting him suffer a little, which was to cut off the hope of the Knights.

Now that there is a baron who proves that Correa will not force it. Offending the nobles will be troublesome for people like him who have not yet become members of the Knights of the Temple and other groups.

Seeing Correa turn and leave, Lucien finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his body is examined, he will be immediately found to be injured rather than sick or tired. Fortunately, he has the proof of Baron Othello and Mr. Victor. This is the biggest gain of this Symphony of Destiny.

"You guys go and prepare the music and practice. My requirements are very harsh." Othello nodded, turned around and returned to the office, and was shut down the door casually.

Elena opened her beautiful green eyes and looked at Lucien as if she was looking at a stranger: "I heard it right, Director Othello actually said that Lucien wrote an excellent work?!"

Because Victor was there, she did not dare to ask Lucien directly, but she was curious like a lively rabbit, beating around her heart, making her reluctant to leave her place and return to the first floor lobby.

Because of Correa's arrival, the entire third floor was alarmed. Wolf saw Victor at the door of Councillor Othello from afar and walked over in confusion: "What happened just now? Why are you here Victor?"

"I don't know, it's all right anyway." Victor shook his head, "I'm here to find Director Othello to ask for a change of the track."

After that, I practice here every day. Even if others are not allowed to listen, the band will not keep it secret, so Victor said it directly.

Wolf's face suddenly became ugly: "You connect your melody with inspiration and write a new piece of music?" It is impossible for a musician like him to believe that Victor will suddenly have inspiration, and then there will be a new piece in a few hours. This kind of thing must be prepared for at least one or two months. Therefore, it is believed that Victor suddenly had inspiration and connected his previous accumulation and preparation. "Did Director Othello agree? Didn't he tell the Princess the song the princess?"

A series of problems completely exposed Wolf's eagerness and unwillingness to accept it.

"Mr. Othello has agreed that as long as the band's performance meets the requirements, he will be responsible for telling the princess the change of the repertoire of His Highness." Victor was not kind enough to tolerate Wolf, who was full of malicious intentions towards him, and told Wolf with a smile that he did not want to hear the facts the least.

Wolf shook his head, his voice becoming slightly sharp: "This is impossible. How could Director Othello agree to such a ridiculous request, just relying on the music you made up temporarily?"

Victor said seriously: "Wolf, unfortunately, Director Othello has agreed, you can protest to him, although you don't know what position and reason you want to use. Well, this new work is not mine, but my student Lucien, and you think you will never become a musician. On the contrary, his miserable life gave him the inspiration and motivation to create, so that he can write such touching music."

Wolf laughed and pointed at Lucien beside him: "He Victor, you told me that a poor man who has been studying music for less than three months has written excellent music that can be played in the hall of Psalm? Are you crazy or treating me like a fool? Hahaha, if he could write it in such a short time, then I will fulfill my vow and write only music reviews and not music from now on. If not, Victor, you must apologize to me for your lies."

"Wolf, it's better to confirm before talking big. You will hear it when the concert, and then Mr. Joseph will put the music score in the library for you to read." This kind of music that has not been officially performed will not be immediately entered into the library after registration.

Seeing Victor's serious and serious expression, Wolf's laughter suddenly stopped, and then looked at Lucien next to him: "I think you are really crazy. You will play music written by a beginner in the hall of Psalmism, waiting to lose all your reputation and status, Victor!"

He refused to admit defeat, and his anger broke out. Before turning around and leaving, he said to Lucien: "As long as you are recognized as an excellent musician, as long as your music is consistently evaluated, I will fulfill my vow."

Seeing Wolf's back disappearing from the corner, Victor couldn't help laughing: "Pride gives birth to prejudice. Prejudice makes people stupid, and stupidity often makes people bitter. As long as Wolf is a little smarter, he will not say such words first, and we have no obligation to prevent him from getting punished. Well, Lucien, if you are mentally exhausted, go back and take a day off. Tomorrow you will help me adapt the music and help the band practice before the concert. I will discuss the library matters with Mr. Hank."

Lucien's injury has not healed yet and does need rest and recovery, so he is not pretentious. He went back to the lounge and got an umbrella and walked to the first floor hall with Elena.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Lucien was a little uncomfortable with Elena's curiosity, surprise, and puzzled gaze.

Elena looked at Lucien like the first time she saw Lucien. When she was almost on the first floor, she said: "I think you are not Lucien I know. Although when you gave me some advice on music, I knew that you have made great progress in music, but being able to compose a piece of music and a work that was praised by Mr. Victor and Director Othello is something I can't imagine. Before I heard it, even though I had dreams, I never dreamed of such things."

Lucien spread his hands: "I don't know what's going on. I can write so quickly after being inspired. Maybe it's because this inspiration comes from my inner emotions and my experiences over the past decade."

Elena was still very confused about the cycle of music creation. After listening to Lucien's words, she smiled and said, "Maybe you are a real music genius, Lucien. Hehe, I have believed in you since the beginning. After becoming an excellent musician, don't forget me as a friend."

"Of course not." Lucien walked to the first floor, said goodbye to Elena, and walked out the door.

Elena stood there, watching Lucien's back disappear, and walked to Casey for a long time, and said to herself: "What kind of person is he..."

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He returned to Adjean in a neat formal outfit. After Joel teased him, "Little Evans became a gentleman." Lucien ate a piece of black bread casually, fell on the bed and fell asleep completely relaxed. He woke up contentedly until nine o'clock in the night. His mental fatigue completely recovered, and his injuries almost healed under the influence of the storm potion.

Looking at the entrance of the basement, Lucien pressed Nai's idea of ​​summoning the undead creatures with the blood of the evil creature to obtain the dust of the vengeful spirits, and was about to calm down the influence of this matter before starting. Then Lucien took out another tube of storm potion from the hidden place in the hut and drank it to heal the remaining injuries.

Feeling the bitterness of every drop of liquid beating, Lucien's body's potential was overdrawn again and his spirit became better. With the previous gains of casting and fighting, Lucien began to meditate and temper his mental power with star power, intending to enter the stage of formal magic apprenticeship.

At this stage, not only is there an additional apprentice-level magic that can be continuously cast, but it also means that the recovery speed of mental power will become faster and the resistance to mental magic will be stronger.
Chapter completed!