musicians of old

Chapter 769: Reaching the Summit (Final Chapter)
“Do not doubt, but believe.”

Fanning held the handrail and spoke the same gospel that Master Lavoisier had preached.

His eyes scanned the clergy who were crowded in the front, area by area and figure by figure.

No explanation, no explanation.

Just a well-intentioned warning.

"Ponder what I have said, for the Lord will give you understanding in all things, so that the morning light from on high will visit you, illuminating the spirits in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide your feet into the way of peace."

Think about what I said
What he said
What did he say? .
The priests were stunned, and so were the church leaders.

The noisy square suddenly returned to silence.

That day is still the same place as today.

A conversation between Father Lavoisier and His Holiness the Pope on the day when the unfinished finale of "The Art of Fugue" came to an abrupt end.

"Since there will be so many tribulations in the future, will Master Lavoisier be with us at that time? Just as the grace of the Lord, the peace of the Holy Spirit, and the inspiration of the Gospel are always with all the saints?" His Holiness the Pope asked at that time.

"My days are faster than the shuttle, consumed by fate and running around." Father Lavoisier shook his head and smiled faintly, "My life is but a breath. I would like to pray for you and believe that there will be happiness after the disaster, but I will never see happiness again."

“The eyes of those who look upon me will no longer see me. Some of you will remember me and play my music, but I will not be there.

"I will disappear, and I will return, and peace and joy will be upon you. I will come like the bright morning star, and you will still love him as you have loved me."

! !
You still love him, just like you love me!!

boom! ! !
Something exploded in their minds.

Fanning put his hands down and slowly closed his eyes.

The night wind blows and the clothes flutter.

The baton placed on the inside of the chest was faintly visible, with a purple heterogeneous light flickering in it.

"Mr. Schele, can you...Ah!!!!" An untimely and panicked cry suddenly sounded in the square - in the area where the southern people were, the anxious dancer Su Luo finally couldn't help but stretched out her hand to the troubadour, but her hand passed through Schele's body the next moment.

Scheele's body actually began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into countless pink spots of light flying all over the sky.

On the other side, under the astonished gazes of countless priests, Lavoisier's body also began to fall apart.

Shilan covered his mouth in surprise.

She saw golden spots of light surging towards Fanning above the podium, each one shining like a star.

key?

key!!!

A current suddenly passed through Roy's heart.

Mr. Fanning said before he took the stage
The third door: the door of coincidence. The key: a kind of witness. In a place where everyone is paying attention, being a witness to a unique and slim probability event
Roy suddenly realized, as if awakened from a dream!!!
The voice on the stage was calm, slightly compassionate, and slightly free and easy. Surrounded by such a narration, Roy's body trembled slightly, but he decisively took out a strange gray-white elixir from his bag, crushed it, swallowed it, and slowly closed his eyes.

She listened to his voice.

"I am Fannin, Scheler, and Lavoisier. I am the first and the last. I am the beginning and the end. I am the one who fled and the one who returned. I am the one who was killed and the one who was resurrected."

In the complete silence, two streams of pure light spots, pink and gold, slowly gathered around Fanning's body, which was glowing with a purple halo.

"Since I came into this world, I have commanded the morning light to teach the shadows at dawn their place."

"I send my angel to testify to you these things for the churches, and ask you to bear witness that I am the root of Janus, the offspring of poets, and the bright morning star of Theolaine."

His appearance still looked like the familiar academic genius young man, and recalling the other two dissipated phantoms of "Schele" and "Lavoisier", no, they could not be said to have "disappeared" at all, but had simply gathered and reappeared in him.

Isn’t Scheler just Fanning who changed his hairstyle, grew a beard and long hair, dressed more casually, and had a more melancholy temperament? Isn’t Lavoisier just Fanning who was middle-aged, wore priest clothes, and looked more vicissitudes and compassionate? Why did we realize this only after the fact?

The light and shadows of the two objects slowly condensed and took shape on Fanning's body.

In addition to the baton in his chest, these other two objects are also well known to countless people.

Behind him is a classical guitar with elegant and light lines. It is made of light maple wood with a soft luster, and the body of the guitar is inlaid with patterns of almond leaves and pomegranates.

The famous harp "Illyrian".

In his left hand, there is a lamp, or a mirror, or a model of a door. In the middle of the intricate hollow frame as black as ink is a flat lamp cavity of clear gold embedded in it. The dazzling multiple landscapes and the tiny reflections in the pupils of the viewers are all flashing in it.

The ritual vessel "Night Watchman's Lamp".

“I pay tribute to the Trinity through art, as a pioneering path to the Garden of Radiance in the future. From the First Symphony to the Fifth Symphony, the lights and windows are open, and you will see a new holy city.”

"In this city there are ears of corn in abundance, monuments of divine glory and miracles, and the city shines like precious stones, like jasper, clear as crystal."

"And I, returning to that original question, a brief discussion."

“Which comes first, mystery or art? Does man ascend by ascending, or ascend by ascending?”

“I am still in awe, still ‘missing’, still in search, and I dare not say that art must come first.”

"But now, at least I can tell you how I view the tone of the authorities' 'mysterious leadership art'——"

"Mystery is mystery, and art is art."

Mystery is mystery, art is art!! .
The young man, carrying a guitar, holding a lantern and a baton, looked coldly at the huge flags in all directions. His words, like a proverb, echoed in every corner of the square!
Everyone was unable to move for a long time.

Marquis McAdam was completely dumbfounded.

As an executive, he is completely unable to interpret the situation in front of him today.

What kind of situation is this? What is going on?
The final ranking, the top candidate, the subsequent progress, the intention of the authorities. The relationship between the school and Fanning, the cooperation with the church, the precarious Turner Art Cinema, and the southern survivors who are eyeing them covetously
What kind of situation is this!? What is going on!?

The hearts of the people of the Southern Continent, including Bishop Calestini of the Fragrant Flower Temple, are undoubtedly in a state of intense struggle and confusion.

The Sunbathers of the Holy Sun Church prophesied, and the "Eternal Fire" and "Endless Fugue" delivered revelations, but they
They could only stare at Fanning's familiar face and the "Illyrian" guitar behind him.

But then, they saw Fanning's outstretched hand.

There was a very familiar fox lily bouquet mark on their wrist.

The emblem of the "Fragrant Poet".

I stared at him for too long, and hallucinations filled my eyes. Pink light curtains and bubbles floated all over the sky. There were hot winds, waves, the fragrance of flowers, salty smells, the smell of fermented grains, and silhouettes of people and rainforests.
It is undoubtedly "Dream of Summer Noon"!
Hearing this song, it feels like being in the south.

At this moment, the noise in the square had basically subsided. It was unpredictable whether there would be any unexpected changes in the future. Calestini only knew that there was no need and could not be any hesitation. He spoke loudly: "Master Fanning, the 'Love Song King', I, Neumann Calestini, the temporary head of the remnants of the United Principality of Feydon, sincerely declare tonight to the 'Fragrant Poet' that your piano music is the piano music of the South, and your will is the will of the South!"

The next moment, on the other side, His Holiness Pope Janis XIX also bowed deeply.

St. Lavoisier’s prophetic sermons are enough, but, in fact, there is more, there is more.

Haha, hahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha.
The Pope was smiling with relief in his heart at this moment!

Master Fanning, Master Fanning!

The righteous man who had a natural affinity with his teacher and opened a chain of cinemas all over Janus.
The man who set off a musical spiritual explosion on the eve of the ceremony and was later taken away by the authorities
That fight, that vicious fight between the Saint and Poglerici in the land of San Perto!
What is "paying a huge price"? Can this noun be called a price?
"Since I came into this world, I have commanded the morning light to teach the shadows at dawn their place."

Everything is a manifestation of the "Secret of Illumination"!

Everything is destined!
The Pope was sensing at this moment that high in the sky, there was a blazing sun hidden in the darkness, and the figure of an angel in plain long clothes was bowing to the stage!

As the saints said:

"His day has not come but will come, my day has not passed but will pass, and we, and Janus, believe that he will make plans soon."

Led by the Pope, Chief Inquisitor Melaltine, Cardinal Richelieu of the Western Continent, Cardinal Mir of the Northern Continent, the King and nobles of Janus, and all the church members in the square saluted the figure together.

"To Janingo, a servant of the Holy Spirit, by the will of the Lord, according to the promise in the life of Saint Sebastian, may grace, mercy and peace be with Saint Lavoisier the Illuminator, Scheler the Patriarch, and Fannin the Teacher, and with Janus."

Everything seemed like an ordinary evening prayer.

The Pope says this, and they say this too.

"May Saint Lavoisier, the Illuminator, Scheler, the Patriarch, and Fannin, the Master, be with Janus."

"May Saint Lavoisier, the Illuminator, Scheler, the Patriarch, and Fannin, the Teacher, be with Janus!!"

When you look out, it's like the morning light covering the mountains and the stars gathering into their constellations, and your divine power is like an army with unfolded banners.

There were many others. Two masters of the academic school, Niemann and Schillings, had been tinnitus and dazzle.

What have I given up by giving up my rights in defense of the purity of art?
But strangely, at some point, the trance-like dreamlike feeling seemed to dissipate.

It was as if the dark side of the world was retreating.

It was as if a "filter" with a chaotic mixture of colors was suddenly removed from the field of vision.

This filter has always been there, even since birth, so that people have become accustomed to observing the world under this weird "color saturation".

But now it has been taken away.

No, it seems that I had similar feelings, slightly similar feelings, for a short period of time seven years ago, and 7 and 14 years ago.

But this time, why was it "taken away" so thoroughly?

There was even an illusion that the entire sky and the earth were shaking faintly.

Is it because of the miracle on the stage, which is unique in the world and belongs to the category of spirituality and divinity?
Or some other reason?
Not just Nyman and Schillings, but also other art masters with similar "style".

The feelings of the wise ones seemed to be a little dull this time.

Mr. Wax suddenly turned his head and looked back.

He had been staring at Fanning, who was undergoing some kind of transformation on the stage, but now he turned his head suddenly.

It is still that far-reaching place beyond this world.

The leader must have felt it too.

But... no, this is definitely not caused by Fanning's change.

In any case, Fanning's person is not at the level of the Lord of Witnesses, and the influence and activities of that place, especially the abnormal influence and activities, are definitely not something that Fanning alone can play a major role in.

It is a cyclical fluctuation that occurs every 7 years!
The old guy who leads the school of guidance.
Guido Darezzo didn't lie! He really didn't lie! Whether it was the advice of the people who climbed to the top or the judgment of the situation in the abnormal area! This time, the retreat was so rapid! That means the next...
"Laxus."

Suddenly, Poglelich spoke lightly.

The square returned to silence.

Countless eyes were cast over, including Fan Ning, who was leaning on the railing on the stage and looking out.

"Leader, what instructions?" The host Laxus, who had already stepped down from the stage, suddenly heard him calling out his name. His expression froze, and he quickly left his seat, leaned over and trotted over.

"It's time to give out the awards." Poglelich looked calm and stood up slowly.

The speech session is indeed over.

At the end, the awards are indeed presented, and, as in previous years, the presenter always has to say a few words of "message" to the winners.

Poglelic walked towards the spiral steps at the edge of the stage step by step, at a similarly slow pace as Fanning had walked before.

"Da da."

There was silence except for the tapping of boots.

The air seemed to become heavy and oppressive again.

Among so many people, only Laxus was moving. He did not dare to delay. After receiving the instructions, he immediately leaned over and trotted behind the scenes of the other end of the podium to start making arrangements.

Three minutes later, Poglelic came onto the stage from the side steps.

Just then, three nuns in clerical robes, each holding a medal tray, walked out side by side from the inside.

Fanning placed the lantern on the podium, turned sideways, and took a few steps.

The people saw him on the left, Pogorelich on the right, and in the middle, the nuns holding trays.

This is another classic composition triangle.

Just like when the musical ended.

"Master Fanning, we will meet at the top. I admit, I didn't expect it."

"I'm afraid even the 'Eighth Phase' under Huita himself didn't expect it."

Pogorelich began his message as leader, which was completely different from what he had said in the past.

"A successful rebellion, a fighting skill that is not 'ashes' but better than 'ashes'. The torch has been raised, the iron curtain has surrendered in front of you, the artist inspection and selection mechanism is no longer effective, and the ancient Harvest Art Festival has come to an end this time. You can now ask your followers to fix the mess of Turner Art Cinema, and you can completely, thoroughly and comfortably get rid of some of your concerns, desires or regrets. You can promote some people, suppress some people, or repay some people and settle accounts with some people. You can perform some more things, record some records, or continue to compile your teaching methods and examination outlines. You can tour your art map, which can be scattered in several places or in one area. You can call the girls you want to accompany you, or select some young people who are worth cultivating. You can also choose to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate right now, you can call others to open it with you, or you can choose not to open it, or open it but don't drink it. All you need to do is choose."

"Your message is quite inspiring." Fan Ning smiled with an indistinguishable tone.

"However, Master Fanning, what do you think it's like to be a climber on the mysterious side? Is it costly?" Poglieri asked again.

"I don't know. Maybe the experience isn't that great." Fanning smiled and shook his head. "Maybe the price isn't worth it. Maybe you just asked the wrong question. Who knows? I'm not that interested at the moment."

Poglelich nodded. "Then I must tell you that being an artistic summiteer will be just as bad and costly."

Fanning frowned slightly for a moment.

Naturally, he also had some unusual perceptions just now.

At this moment, the faint tremor of the entire earth seemed to be more obvious, and the filter of flowing light and colorful seemed to fade away more completely.

"Really? Ha, so I have something in common with you?"

Even so, there was still a hint of mockery in Fanning's mouth.

He watched Poglierić's hands as he picked up the medal from the nun's tray.

Pick them up one by one.

A restrained dark bronze lion, a silver-shining crescent moon, and torches with flowing golden halos.

Piece by piece, I picked them all up in my hands.

"Remember what I told you on behalf of the organization."

"You may say it again."

“It’s a metaphor about an ‘important position’ and the delicate game between ‘employers’ and ‘job seekers’.”

Poglelich raised his hands.

The three medals swayed and sparkled, jingling, and their colors were as dreamy as stars.

Surrounded by everyone's gazes, Fanning leaned forward slightly and let the sword pass through his neck repeatedly.

Poglelich lowered his voice at this moment: "Other possibilities of selecting and employing people have been eliminated. You must proceed according to the situation of 'suitability', and the organization will welcome you in this way. Do you understand what I mean?"

“How to be competent?”

"This is your own responsibility to consider, not to ask me."

"How do you welcome me?"

"Just as I said in my previous message."

"I'm happy to accompany you."

Three medals were hung on Fanning's chest at the same time.

His hands were clasped tightly with Poglelich's.

Click, click, click—the apertures of cameras on all sides of the square flickered and rose and fell.

The next moment, the two of them turned sideways and turned to the people at the same time.

Fanning's left hand and the leader's right hand were raised above their heads, sparking cheers.

Click, click, click, click - an even more violent wave of camera shutter sounds came whistling.

"Now, the era of romanticism is officially over."

"Master Fanning, have a nice climb."

(End of Volume 5)