150 The Letters (2/2)
At this time, Caspar’s voice came from upstairs as they were walking out of the piano room.
”Very impressive!” Caspar praised, ”Mr. Wise, you’re genuinely a music talent. It only took you a couple of times of practicing to present the complete first movement of Moonlight Sonata to us.”
”Moonlight Sonata is definitely beautiful.” Wise smiled, ”I feel the emotional connection in the movement. Honestly speaking, I did not put too much skills in the playing. The music itself is gorgeous enough, isn’t it?”
”What about you trying to compose the following two movements of Moonlight Sonata, Mr. Wise? I bet many big men in Korsor would love to read your work,” Caspar suggested. Caspar’s family declined many years ago, and with his relatively limited talent in music, regaining the name of his family on his own was a hopeless dream. So, Caspar was working on seizing every opportunity to build connections with major noble families to possibly get his title back, and music was definitely a good way.
”Thank you for your encouragement, Mr. Caspar.” Wise smiled and shook his head gently, ”But I’m not even close to Mr. Lucien Evans. I would rather not ruin the masterpiece.”
”I see. You’re just being too humble,” said Caspar, and the other people agreed. When they walked downstairs and came to the hall, Caspar said to Wise, ”I’ve found a nice villa for you to take a rest and prepare for the concert.”
”Thanks a lot, Mr. Caspar.” Wise and the rest of the people walked toward the gate together.
”Lucien Evans! You’re Mr. Lucien Evans!” At this time, Christie’s high-pitched voice came into their ears.
Christie knew for sure that the young man standing in front of her was the top musician, Lucien Evans, when she saw that he was actually writing a music score in his third letter.
In the quiet hall, Christie’s voice was penetrating.
The people walking toward the gate stopped out of surprise. Among them, Mars looked back and asked, ”What are you talking about, Christie?”
Christie almost jumped up from the floor. She pointed at the young man standing beside the counter and said to Mars carefully, ”He… he is THE Lucien Evans, from Aalto.”
She was trying to keep her voice down but her words still sounded very clear.
”What? The Lucien Evans…?” Betty was confused.
”Lucien Evans, the great musician. He’s writing a piece of music score right now.” Christie tried hard to explain.
”Ahhh…!” Betty first released a scream out of great surprise and then ran toward Lucien. When she saw what Lucien was writing, Betty almost could not speak properly, ”Evans… You’re Lucien?”
”Yes, I am. And I told you before that I serve the princess.” Lucien just smiled while his right hand continued writing.
Hearing Lucien’s answer, the two young girls, Betty and Christie, almost passed out due to their great excitement, while Joanna and Simon felt like in a dream—they just could not imagine that the powerful knight and the great musician were actually the same person.
Wise’s face flushed. He felt embarrassed that he even played Mr. Evans’ music in front of him.
Walking past Wise, Caspar hurriedly rushed to Lucien, ”Mr. Evans! If you need any help here in Korsor, just tell me!”
”Well…” Lucien nodded to Caspar for greeting and said to him, ”Can I register this in the association before I send it?” He handed the third letter to Caspar.
”Sure! Hold on… this is…” A big smile appeared on Caspar’s face, ”Is this the second and the third movement of Moonlight Sonata?” Caspar recognized the music style immediately.
”Yes.” Lucien added another piece of paper there in the third letter and said to Caspar, ”After the registration, I need to send the letter to Mr. Christopher as soon as possible.”
The final piece of paper was a note from Lucien to Mr. Christopher:
”Please make sure that the rest of the sonata will be published on the seventh issue of Music Criticism on July 30th. Many thanks, sir.”
”We’ll take care of the registration immediately.” Caspar tried his very best to please Lucien, ”Mr. Evans, is it possible that we can invite you to hold a concert in Korsor?”
”Sorry, I got another appointment already, and I’m leaving tomorrow,” answered Lucien.
Only Lucien himself knew what the appointment was—the Feast of Death.