There are noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate. The fluctuations of the ten fingers are like strong winds gathering dark clouds, and the trembling of the fingertips is like soft hands twitching the heartstrings.

Not even halfway through the song, the theater had already fallen into silence. Amidst the sound of the piano, everyone felt as if they had fallen into a warm embrace, feeling at ease and peaceful.

On the third floor, Jiawen suddenly stood up and looked straight at the stage with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Jiawen III was disturbed by his actions and woke up from the artistic conception of the music. He frowned slightly, looked at his son and said, "What's wrong, Jiawen?"

Jiawen looked down at his hands and said with some surprise: "Father, listening to this music, I actually..."

Jiawen clenched his fists heavily with both hands. Jiawen was a little surprised: "I actually feel better?"

"What?" Upon hearing this, Jiawen III was stunned for a moment, and then was shocked.

You know, two months ago, Jarvan was injured in the Freljord and was rushed back to the Castle of Dawn. Jarvan III urgently summoned the Illuminati High Priest and spent a huge amount of money to save his life.

Jiawen also rested in the Castle of Dawn for nearly two months, and it was only recently that he gradually improved.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard Jiawen say that he got better after listening to Sona for half a song. Although Jiawen was also impressed by Sona's unparalleled piano skills on the stage, this was too unbelievable.

"It's true." Jiawen moved his arms a few times. Ignoring the gazes of the guards guarding him, he closed his eyes and felt it quietly. After a while, he opened his eyes, looked at the audience with a little surprise, and said:

"There seems to be a strange power in this music, and my body seems to have been strangely healed."

"It's magic." Just when Jiawen couldn't believe it, the German manager Xin Zhao, who was standing by the sofa behind Jiawen III and quietly closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the stage, his eyes calm, without any trace of fear.

fluctuation.

"What?" Jiawen was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Xin Zhao. Even Jiawen III frowned slightly and looked to his side.

Facing the questioning gazes of the two men at the same time, Xin Zhao's expression did not change at all. After bowing to Jarvan III and Jarvan in an unhurried manner, Xin Zhao softly repeated what he had just said: "In Sona Bouvier's song

There is indeed a strange power hidden that can have a healing effect, and this power is magic."

The doubts in his heart were confirmed. Jiawen's eyes widened and he looked downstairs. His gaze penetrated the space and fell directly on Sona who was like a goddess on the stage. His eyes were slightly cold and he asked: "Magic?"

Demacia is a country that prohibits demons, and as the rulers of the kingdom, the Lightshield family is naturally the most loyal supporter of this concept.

Although magic is everywhere, even in the royal capital of Demacia, there are still countless magicians in the corners where the light of the kingdom cannot shine. Even some nobles will secretly accumulate some magicians.

Protect yourself. But at least on the surface, no one dares to touch this iron law.

However, now, in front of hundreds of nobles, princes, and thousands of people, a magician openly plays magical music. Once this news spreads, it will inevitably cause an uproar.

"Father?" Thinking of this, Jiawen hesitated and said.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Jarvan III raising his hand. Sitting on the sofa, Jarvan III looked over the railing and landed on Sona's demure face.

The notes are flying in my ears, and the girl in my eyes is as clean as water.

Jarvan III was silent, and no one around him made a sound. Jarvan III was seated at the center of the third floor of the Grand Theatre. For safety reasons, not only were the seats surrounded by soldiers, but they were also seated with other families.

A certain distance was maintained, so the conversation between the few people just now was not heard by other people.

As for those soldiers?

As the king's guards, everything they own belongs to the king. Without the king's order, they will naturally not make any decisions without permission.

Jiawen pondered for a moment, tilting his chin slightly towards Xin Zhao.

Xin Zhao looked at the stage calmly, pondered for a long time and said, "It may not be that girl."

Turning to face Jarvan III, Xin Zhao bowed his head slightly and replied respectfully: "There was a rumor about that girl..."

"You mean...?" Before Jiawen III could speak, Jiawen seemed to have thought of something first, and turned to look at the guqin in front of Sona - Luo Hua.

"Yes, Your Highness." Xin Zhao responded unhurriedly: "The energy of magic elements is lawful and can be arranged to form powerful magic, but it can also produce huge destructive power when the arrangement is destroyed. But no matter how you say it,

, but it is very difficult for magical energy to form a cure."

In front of the two most powerful people in the kingdom, Xin Zhao spoke freely without any restraint due to the taboo word magic.

"Among the magical energy, the most healing element is light, which is what the Illuminati priests possess."

Hearing his words, Jarvan couldn't help but think of the scene where he had witnessed the Illuminati high priest healing him in the past two months in Castle Dawn, and couldn't help but fell silent. On the other side, Jarvan III did not even move his eyes.

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"But there is no element of light in Sona Bouvier's music downstairs, but another... strange power. According to my observation, the source of the power is in that guqin."

After Xin Zhao finished speaking, he returned to a state of silence again, standing next to Jarvan III like a stone sculpture.

Beside him, Jarvan III and his son were silent.

As time passed, Sona's performance continued. The sometimes urgent and sometimes soothing music carried invisible power and penetrated into Jiawen's body bit by bit, repairing the trauma he had suffered.

The effect was so remarkable that Jiawen's face turned rosy as the song came to an end.

This phenomenon also made Jiawen feel entangled in his heart.

On the one hand, he is familiar with history and knows what harm magic has caused to the people of Demacia, but on the other hand, magic heals his wounds all the time.

In such suffering, Jiawen struggled to retract his gaze from Sona, and said with difficulty: "Father...King...?"

With just one glance, Jarvan III understood his son's thoughts and felt slightly relieved.

His eyes stopped Jarvan's urge to continue speaking. Jarvan III took one last look at Sona's figure, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Xin Zhao."

"Your Majesty." Xin Zhao half-turned around and bowed.

Jarvan III closed his eyes tightly and looked calm. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, Jarvan III spoke again: "When the concert ends, in my name, I invite Miss Sona Bouvier to Dawn Castle.

, I will host a banquet in person."

"Yes." Xin Zhao responded calmly, without any expression on his face.
Chapter completed!