Fashen live room

Chapter 231 Performance
Norman thought that Fitzgerald could help him, but he didn't expect Fitzgerald to say that he couldn't do anything, which made him feel a little bit "painful" for a while.

Well, it hurts, this is what he learned from the live broadcast room.He found that the ancient language used by those water friends in the live broadcast room can express objects and emotions better than the common language in many cases. After a long period of exposure, he is getting closer and closer to the language habits of those water friends.

The egg hurts, Norman still thought about it, Lancelot also provided some reference advice in a timely manner, then he raised his eyelids and looked at Fitzgerald, asking, "Can I pay money?"

In fact, he didn't have any expectations for this idea, and it was the reality. Fitzgerald shook his head without moving his face and said, "I don't think these gentlemen are short of money. Every musician should know that Kintaram cannot shake our will."

Norman knows a fart, he is just a fake who has only been in contact with music for a few days, how can he understand the weirdness and stubbornness of these artists?
Then he came up with another idea: "What about their interest in music? I mean, if the song I wanted to make was shocking enough, would they be willing to work for it?"

Fitzgerald's eyes lit up.

Shocking, this is what Norman said, and it is the only information he knows about this piece of 20 people. It sounds very exciting, and he really wants to know how shocking this piece will be.

"Of course, the pursuit of beauty is what we have in common. We not only appreciate our own field, as long as such beauty is produced within the scope of our understanding, we will all be willing to pay for it, let alone simple labor. If there is such a shocking song, I believe everyone will be willing to contribute to it, and it is an honor to be able to participate in such a thing."

Fitzgerald first affirmed Norman's idea, but then put forward a prerequisite, "But first you have to make them interested in the music you are talking about, and let them believe that the music you are going to make has a shocking effect. Strength, it’s not easy, it’s not just something I can say.”

Norman nodded, "Of course. If it's what you said, then I would like to perform a performance for you, which may make them agree with me. Do you think it is feasible?"

Fitzgerald's eyes brightened even more.

He just identified Norman as a master of music from Norman's comments just now, but all he can know from those aspects is that Norman has advanced knowledge of music theory. As for Norman's complete creativity, is it amazing? Yan's creative ability is still unknown, but now he can witness it with his own eyes.This is a creation and performance that is likely to be a master level, how can he not make him look forward to it?
"It's doable, of course it's doable!"

Fitzgerald hurriedly confirmed it, and then asked, "Do you need to make any preparations? Do you need any musical instruments?"

Norman shook his head, "No, I'll just go to the carriage and bring my musical instrument over, and there's no preparation work, as long as I bring the things over, I can start."

Fitzgerald said impatiently: "Okay, then I'll organize everyone!"

With his words, his steps have already started, and he began to shout loudly, ordering the servants to clean up the venue, announcing the news to the companions, and calling the companions to gather.

"Everyone, friends, here is a music master who is about to perform for us, please come and enjoy this wonderful music! You guys, hurry up and move all these things to one side, and leave this side empty..."

After dinner, the camp was in order: the servants were clearing the tableware, the knights walked and chatted leisurely in the camp, and several music lovers gathered together to exchange music In my opinion, a thin-faced painter came and was painting the peaceful night scene by the campfire. Looking outside the camp, you can see sporadic knights standing guard at night, and there are owls crowing in the trees next to the camp. From the ground, the cold evening wind from the northeast in autumn is blowing, it is not too cold, after blowing over the bonfire, let the flame flicker out, it is more vigorous and warm...

It was all very cozy and peaceful, but as Fitzgerald yelled and moved around, the tranquility was broken, and some people were complaining.

"Hey, don't shout, Fitzgerald, your voice is harsh."

"You've disturbed my train of thought, sir."

"Where did the master come from? Are you talking about those poor people who lost their way today?"

"I heard Federer say that one of the three seems to have some skills?"

……

Although some people were complaining, many people put down what they were doing and gathered together, wanting to see what the person Fitzgerald mentioned could do. Some of them were close to Fitzgerald , and specifically ordered their servants to follow Fitzgerald's orders to work.

After some tossing around, there was an open space next to the biggest bonfire in the middle of the camp. The noble artists formed a scattered circle around one side, or folded their hands to wait and see, or whispered to each other, waiting for the protagonist to appear on the stage. up.

Chen Qinghe and Abel stood in the crowd, and the noble artists around cast their gazes over from time to time, but they seemed to know that these two strangers were not the one Fitzgerald was talking about, so they didn't pay too much attention to it. On them, it is often a flash.

In such an atmosphere, Norman came.

He took his violin from the carriage, looked at it and determined the performance area, then walked through the crowd to the bonfire under Fitzgerald's guidance, and stood still.

In terms of appearance, Norman is not very artistic: this guy is dressed in ordinary clothes, has a burly and strong figure, and his eyes are not warm and deep at all, but rather intimidating like a beast, there is really nothing like an artist It's not bad to say that he is a butcher who is good at skinning and chopping meat. This made some people who were already quite dissatisfied with Fitzgerald's behavior laugh in their hearts.

Such a guy, no matter how you look at it, doesn't fit the title of "music master". How could it make Fitzgerald think he is a music master?Don't talk about it, they have never heard of such a music master.

Ganqing Fitzgerald shot too many birds, but he was pecked in the eye after all.

So they waited, waiting to see how the "master" would saw the wood.

In their anticipation, Norman put the violin on his shoulders, and the bowstring was struck, but before his bowstring moved, the music came from where he stood.

Everyone was stunned, and a few mages in the crowd were the first to react: it's the sound storage technique, and this stranger is also a mage!

(End of this chapter)