150 The Letters (1/2)

Chapter 150: The Letters

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Lucien's chuckle did not attract anyone’s attention, because they had begun to eagerly discuss the famous musician Lucien Evans’ new sonata.

”Mr. Wise, it looks like you are very fond of the first movement of Moonlight, and I suggest that we go to the piano room to try to play it. After all, we’ve been standing in the hall for quite a long time.” Caspar invited Wise to go upstairs.

Wise nodded and laughed, ”That’s very considerate.”

Following Wise and Caspar, the musicians and instrumentalists immediately left for the piano room on the second floor.

Betty said to Lucien, ”This is a rare opportunity! Mr. Evans, let’s go upstairs together!”

”Yes, Mr. Evans, let’s go.” Holding hands, both Joanna and Simon were quite excited.

Lucien shook his head and smiled, ”For me, writing my letters is more important.”

”All right then…” said Betty with a bit disappointment, but soon she cheered up and said to Joanna and Simon, ”Hurry up!”

They were guessing that Mr. Evans, as a princess’ knight, must have met too many good musicians in Aalto, to the point he wouldn’t get easily excited like them.

Seeing Betty, Simon and Joanna going upstairs hurriedly, Mars also apologized to Lucien, ”Mr. Evans, excuse me, I don’t want to miss this precious opportunity as well. Please just feel yourself at home in the association. When you finish your letters, just give them to Christie, and I’ll take care of the rest of the procedure.”

”Thank you, Mr. Mars. I will.” Lucien slightly nodded and watched Mars leaving. As the hall did not have tables, Lucien just stood next to the counter and began to write.

Looking at the second floor, Christie sighed, ”Why do I have to stay here… I’m gonna miss Mr. Wise's playing.” Then, she started to walk restlessly behind the counter.

Lucien just ignored Christie and wrote down his two-month traveling experience in detail, mainly about the beautiful scenery along the way, the unique national customs, and the monsters and robbers he had met. Lucien did not stop until he realized that his words had already filled up more than seven pages.

Putting the first letter in the envelop, Lucien carefully wrote down Joel’s address on it, and then started to write his second letter.

The second one was for Natasha. On the basis of the first letter, Lucien added lots of knowledge of folk music in different nations that he encounter during his trip. The second letter had more than twenty pages.

Christie slightly frowned her brows and thought to herself, ”What a wordy man…”

At the end of the letter, Lucien wrote down the last paragraph with a big smile on his face, ”Your birthday is coming, Your Grace. May I send my Happy Birthday to you in advance from afar?”

After the second envelop was loaded, Lucien got himself some more papers to work on the third letter for Christopher, the previous president of the Musicians’ Association in Aalto.

Seeing that Lucien was still writing, Christie, who was feeling very bored, started to get curious. She wondered how many more letters this young man was still going to write and where would the letters be sent to.

Taking a glance at the envelops beside him, Christie noticed an eye-catching name:

”Natasha Orvarit.”

”Wait… Is this THE Natasha Orvarit? The princess in Aalto?” thinking about it, Christie almost burst out an exclamation.

Natasha's name often appeared on Music Criticism and Symphony News, so this name was actually very familiar to people from other countries. And, also, Orvarit was a very unique surname, unlike Evans, and that was why Christie directly linked the name to the princess in Aalto.

”What is the relationship between this guy and the princess in Aalto, the countess from the Violet family?” Christie wondered with great curiosity and surprise, ”Hold on… just now Mr. Mars called him Mr. Evans… Is he THE Evans? The famous and talented musician, Lucien Evans?!”

Evans, even in Korsor, was not a rare surname. Actually, Christie also had a friend whose surname was Evans. However, there was only one Mr. Evans who she could link to the princess in the Duchy of Orvarit.

She almost released a scream out of excitement!

Christie’s careful tiny movements were all caught by Lucien’s eyes. He was a bit amused but did not say anything.