48 In the Hall (2/2)

“You just heard it.” Victor just wanted to cut the conversation short as much as he could.

“No, I mean… all the four symphonies.” Wolf lifted his eyebrows.

“Wolf, you…!” Victor was very pissed off. Before his rage took over, two men walked into the hall. One of them was a white-haired old man, wearing a decent black suit and with a black cane in his hand; The other was the good-looking blond that Lucien met a few weeks ago, Mekanzi, who was Lott’s elder cousin.

“Director.” Putting their argument aside temporarily, both Victor and Wolf slightly bowed to the old man.

Victor’s students also bowed following their teacher. It was Lucien’s first time meeting Baron Othello, director of the association, who was also Mekanzi’s mentor.

In the law among nobles which was constructed over a long time, those noble offsprings who managed to awaken their Blessing in their blood and thus became royal knights were more qualified to inherit their titles, but it was not to say that the rest of them who failed to awaken the blood power could not be the next head of their houses. As a gifted musician, Othello was also the only son of his house, thus he rightly inherited the title of his family and became the Baron.

“Victor, I heard that you’re having a hard time with the fourth symphony?” Othello walked to Victor and asked him seriously.

Victor nodded his head, his eyes lowered, “Yes, sir…”

Othello slightly raised the cane in his hand along with his voice, “You must know how important this concert is. You’re representing our association to play in front of Grand Duke and the princess, and you gotta make sure nothing will go wrong. Do you understand?”

“I do, sir. I will make sure every piece of work will be really impressive...” answered Victor in a low voice, “…at least I’m trying my best.”

Wolf gave Victor a loud snort on the side.

“No, I’m not asking for everything to be that impressive, Victor,” nodded Othello, “I’m asking for a safe and smooth performance. I understand your pressure, but you cannot keep delaying like this. You have to hand in all of your music as soon as possible to give the orchestra enough time to practice.” Then Othello paused a bit, “Well… let me give you a deadline. By the last week before the concert, I want to see all of your work laying on my office desk. Any problem, Victor?”

Victor shook his head with great effort, “No… sir.” He knew that if he still could not come up with the last symphony, someone else in the association would replace him very soon.

“I hope you understand why I’m pushing you.” Othello looked less serious now, “I believe you can do it, Victor.” The director nodded to show his encouragement and then walked out of the hall.

At this time, Mekanzi approached Lott with a smile on face, “My dear little cousin, I hope you won’t have any trouble with the musician qualification test like your teacher is having here. Although I’ll be one of the examiners in the next three years and I’m very looking forward to your violin performance, my integrity will never allow me to lower my standard.”

“I don’t need you to lower your standard.” answered Lott, clenching his teeth.

Then Mekanzi turned to Lucien, “You know what? As a pauper, how lucky you are that you may have the chance to be a musician. It’s not really wise wasting your time on fooling around with girls instead of practicing your skills.”

Lucien was very confused when he just heard Mekanzi’s comment, but soon he realized he was talking about Elena. Recently, Elena spent some time with Lucien in order to learn more about music.

Then Mekanzi left and caught up with Othello with a lovely smile on his face. In the family of Griffith, as the second-in-line to inherit the title, Mekanzi always spared no effort to please the house master.

“Oh my… Victor, you’re still racking your wits about your last masterpiece?” Pretending that he didn’t know the fact before, there was a smile of triumph on Wolf’s face, “Enjoy, Victor. Enjoy your first play in the Psalm Hall, cause it may as well be the last.”

Before Wolf left, he glanced at Lucien, “Is this your talented pauper student, Victor? Well… wish him good luck with his qualification test in the future. After all, your reputation is directly related to his. What a poor young lad!”

Wolf was amused by his own words. Laughing, he went out of the hall. While Lucien noticed that Victor’s face was flushed and the blue veins on his hands stood out.