Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Vienna in 1804

Vienna, located on the banks of the Danube, is the embodiment of grace and luxury. It is also the capital of the Holy Roman Empire. Although it has been declining, it is still the heart of Europe.

Theresa walked up along the cobblestone roads of the city. The houses here were completely different from those in Paris. There were almost no high-rise houses, and at most they were only two stories high.

The person she is going to visit today is a famous musician.

"Is this the place?" She stood in front of a small building, looking at the note in her hand. After confirming the house number on it, she was a little bit unbelievable. "

"To live in such an ordinary place..."

At this time, the door was opened from the inside, and a very handsome man walked out, with a white scarf on his chest that was particularly eye-catching.

Without waiting for Theresa to explain her purpose, the man roughly guessed the purpose of the person in front of him.

"Are you here to look for the teacher? Then you are in the right place, come in."

The man who was about to leave temporarily delayed his journey. He opened the door and invited the woman of unknown origin in.

"Is there something wrong with your ears?" Her sudden words caught him off guard.

"A little bit, but I'm curious about how you found out."

He looked relaxed and seemed determined to solve this little problem.

"You pick your ears too often."

The young man burst out laughing and just kept shaking his head.

They walked to a door and the man knocked.

"Teacher, someone came to see you with a note. She said her name was..."

"Theresa, Marie Theresa," she added herself.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then a voice was heard.

"Let her in, Ludwig, and remember to see a doctor."

The young man called Ludwig smiled bitterly and opened the door for Theresa.

"Then I won't bother you any more, teacher."

After Ludwig left, she walked into the world behind the door. Next to a black piano, Antonio Salieri, the respected court music director, was taking out his cream cake from his cupboard.

"... Mr. Salieri."

"Please forgive my haste, Princess."

Marie Therese Charlotte, the only descendant of the executed king and the only legitimate heir to the House of Bourbon - if her cousin is not counted.

She shook her head, she now had mixed feelings about her identity. On the one hand, she resented her identity; on the other hand, it was the last trace of her parents in this world.

"Privately, you should call me Theresa."

"I try my best."

It was well known in the Viennese circle that Salieri liked sweets. When he was a child, he was often put in solitary confinement for eavesdropping on music and could only eat dry bread. In order to make the bread taste better, he secretly hid sugar in the cupboard.

Many years later, the secret was discovered by his friends.

Antonio, do we have enough sugar in stock?

"That guy just now, is that Mr. Ludwig van Beethoven? I once heard him conduct his Eroica live."

"But he is currently suffering from an ear disease and needs to recuperate for a while. We may not be able to hear his music for a long time. He just came here to ask me to take care of his apprentice. According to him, his apprentice's future achievements are limitless."

Salieri thought of the thirteen-year-old boy named Czerny. Although he was a genius in the eyes of others, he did not think so.

There is only one genius.

There was no trace of any modification in the manuscript when the music was composed.

"So, what do you want to do by visiting me today, Miss Theresa?"

"I just want to solve a question." She took out a letter from her sleeve. The letter was a little yellow and looked quite old.

"These are letters between my mother and Mrs. Vashak."

Madame Vasago? Salieri hadn't heard that name for a long time.

"Mary Jean Manon, and only my mother would call her that in private. She said she was a respectable woman."

“O Liberté, que de crimes on commet en ton nom!” [Freedom, how many crimes are committed in your name!]

Salieri took the letter, which was dated 1791 and asked her to send his child to Vienna to find a trustworthy guardian.

And that guardian is himself.

Salieri remained silent after seeing the letter. He folded it again and put it away.

"Can I see little Charles?"

She looked a little agitated. Whether it was attending the funeral or facing accusations, these were things that were enough to make people collapse in the eyes of others, but she held on all the way. In addition to the fire of revenge burning in her heart, the only thing she found was the secret letter when she was sorting it out.

Theresa knew who her mother was writing to, and she had met her when she was a child. She was undoubtedly a great woman.

At the same time, from the letter, she also learned a lot, a lot, about her parents' generation.

"Even if his father is..."

She hesitated to speak at this point. Even though she knew her own origins and her brother's background, she still found it hard to believe. "

Salieri raised the cup of black tea, took a small sip, and after hesitating for a long time, made a decision.

"Please follow me, Ms. Theresa, but please remember not to tell anyone what happened today."

She nodded, her face flushed and she was very excited.

Salieri took her up to his second floor, which was the piano room used by apprentices to practice. Under Teresa's gaze, he opened the door of the second room.

"Teacher (sir)."

His assistant was tutoring a child in the room. When the door was opened from the outside, the younger child subconsciously looked towards the door.

"Let little Karl have a rest, Franz."

Every time Salieri saw his assistant with that man's child, he would be speechless.

They should have been able to get along as brothers.

You have given me a great trouble, Amadeus.

Salieri recalled that night when it was raining heavily and he had lost his umbrella and was walking in the rain in St. Marks Cemetery, searching for the place where he was buried.

He savored the sad song of the crows, the sound of rain became a footnote to the mass, and the performance in front of Notre Dame that day eventually became a memory that only he knew.

"Kid, what's your name?"

"My name is Karl Thomas Wolfgang Mozart. What is the relationship between you and the godfather?"

"Yes, it's a friend I haven't seen for a long time."

Theresa was very relieved. Although the child in front of her had changed his name, she could vaguely recognize the appearance of the child in her memory.

It's a relief to find you alive and well, my dear Charles.

Franz Xavier, who was pouring tea, paused slightly after hearing these words. Although he had secretly made up his mind that day to lead a life that belonged to him alone, it would take time to get out of the shadow.

Is this really okay, mother?

At this time, the sound of piano came from upstairs.

"Ah, the teacher is playing that piece of his again."

"That piece of music?"

"The teacher said that this is the last piece of music he will play in his life, but he has started preparing for it now. According to the teacher himself, this piece must be prepared as perfectly as possible..."

"So what's the name of the song?"

"The teacher said it was called something like Requiem..."

In 1804, Salieri began composing his Requiem in C minor, and twenty-one years later, the unpublished piece was performed at his funeral by his disciple, Franz Schubert.

When Schubert opened the music book written 20 years ago, he saw the first line on the title page:

The Requiem written by an insignificant person like me is dedicated to me who is as tiny as a speck of dust.

My funeral should be in an Italian church, in a humble way. After a simple mass by the priest, the Requiem will start, along with the Knife, which will last for a minute or two. Then comes a self-composed piece, Audite vocem magnam. After that, the aria. Finally, the Agnus Dei, and then I will be buried.

This was his last wish in life, but it was destined to be unfulfilled.

Salieri was buried in a second-class funeral. Due to the class system at the time, Salieri's funeral was theoretically allowed to have small or medium-sized musical instruments, bells, and a small number of singers.

However, the truth is that almost all the court musicians, composers and music lovers in Vienna attended his funeral.

Before Schubert began to play, Beethoven, who had completely lost his hearing, dragged his seriously ill body and tremblingly read out his teacher's obituary.

"Our venerable Salieri was immortal. His body, as the saying goes, suffered from the infirmities of age, and his mind was deranged. In his unbalanced imagination he would from time to time claim that Mozart's early death was his fault, a delusion that no one really believed except the poor confused old man."

"Mozart was a contemporary who knew only too well that simply hard work and a fast life with unsuitable companions had shortened his precious life!"

"Amen."

No doubt, at this moment, all present heard his complete Requiem, as the young Liszt wrote in his diary:

"In 1825, the famous court composer Antonio Salieri died, and on May 5, his beautiful Requiem was officially performed for the first time in a thrilling way."

Chapter 000 1444.11.10

The Vatican, the city of prophets, is also the core of the Middle Ages - this is the best argument when the deeds of the filial sons of God are regarded as black history. Today, the Papal States is a state of the church and the nobility, and power is passed from one noble to another, and from one priest to another.

In front of the Constantine Cathedral, flocks of white doves flew up and down, sometimes landing on the ground, sometimes landing on the red bricks of the church. The Pope, who had just finished a meeting, was listening to the report on the situation in the Balkan Peninsula from the cardinal beside him.

"I heard that the new Sultan of Ottoman Empire is a little boy of twelve years old?"

"Yes, Sultan Muhammad intends to take over his father's scepter and complete his unfinished work."

"So how did Sultan Murad die?"

"...an outbreak of malaria in the army on the way to Varna."

Upon hearing the news, everyone in the church breathed a sigh of relief. This Sultan, whose first thing after ascending the throne was to defeat and kill his rebellious brother, was like a huge rock pressing on their chests, making it hard for them to breathe. It was really a blessing to learn that he was dead.

"I bet if it weren't for this incident, his next target would be Rome."

The Pope seemed to suddenly remember something and asked the people around him.

"What about King Constantine? Hasn't he accepted Florence's agreement and joined the Catholic Church yet?"

"No, he's a very tough guy."

“We can apply pressure if necessary.”

"For these faithless Turks, the Orthodox Christians who rebelled against the Pope are the greatest threat. Your Majesty, I have a proposal."

"But it doesn't matter."

“We can take advantage of Mehmed’s youth and inexperience and wipe out the Ottomans once and for all,” the cardinal said, raising eyebrows among his colleagues.

"Constantinople will either remain a Roman Catholic enclave or it will become the capital of the Muslims, Your Majesty."

"I don't think Muhammad is smarter or braver than his father, but we must be careful at this moment. We can't hand over Constantinople to those who have no faith!"

Pope Eugene IV severely condemned this behavior and sat in his seat thinking about countermeasures.

After the death of Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund seven years ago, the nominated King Albrecht of Austria and Hungary unfortunately died in the war five years ago. With the support of János Hunyadi and his judgment of the situation, the young Polish King Władysław III became the King of Hungary.

The process of fighting for the throne is always cruel. As a famous general who resisted the Ottomans, Hunyadi could easily deal with this kind of civil war. The Pope, who was planning to organize a crusade, thought of him.

"Let someone negotiate with the Byzantine emperor, and at the same time, win the support of our ally Karaman, form a crusade, and rescue Constantinople."

"Your Holiness, who will be the commander of the Crusade?"

"Hunyadi, János Hunyadi."

Eugene IV quickly issued an order. While giving a speech on the Crusades, he also blessed the military action against the Ottoman Empire. He took out one-fifth of his income as military funds to arm a Crusader force; and he recruited 22 warships from Venice, Dubrovnik, Burgundy and other places. This fleet will be responsible for the important mission of occupying Corfu and blocking the strait.

The Pope was convinced of the Ottoman weakness, and this Crusade did achieve considerable results in the early stages of the First Kosovo War. They captured the Sultan's brother-in-law, which put the Sultan under great pressure. At the same time, Karaman, who was in the rear, launched a backstab, forcing him to consider requesting a ceasefire agreement.

But in the end, the young Polish king tore up the armistice agreement, and with a stability of -5 and war weariness of +5, the Crusaders chose to attack once again.

"The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and victory or defeat may change hands at any time. My king must not leave the camp and lead the army to launch an attack. Your Majesty, this is the general..."

"Is he the king or am I the king? Haven't you heard the trumpet of victory coming from the front? If not now, when?"