Norton royal music hall is full of dignitaries, and the lively crowd is like a burning flame. The blazing tongue fills every corner of Norton royal music hall.


    There is no box in the concert hall. It is said that the purpose is to show the so-called equal rights of music. All the audience should sit in the auditorium together to enjoy music.


    Harvey sat in the second class seat, waiting to observe the audience around him. The familiar ones were Elinor Windsor, the first princess of the Kingdom, Lottie Aime, vice president of the magic association, count Henrietta, DuPont Arnold, Minister of the Royal caster, and a thin, middle-aged man. His face was not good-looking, and he stared at the stage without saying a word, Harvey recognized him as Murphy, the conductor of the first-class Symphony Orchestra Osborne, who had insulted Griffin''s orchestra in his own face.


    There are also some big people around whom Harvey only read in the newspapers. Sitting next to the first princess of the Kingdom, Elinor Windsor, is Duke Anderson and his wife. Duke Anderson, as a general, firmly controls the military power of the kingdom. On Harvey''s right, several places apart, he talked with count Henrietta about Baron Oliver. Although he was Baron, he caught up with the tide of the times, seized the business opportunities, became one of the most famous businessmen in the new aristocracy, and was also an important partner of Cromwell chamber of Commerce.


    Harvey, one of the most famous novelists in the Kingdom, is not beneath the dignity of sitting in this group of people, but Diana and they are very eye-catching. The beauty of women who can be favored by the powerful can not be too bad, but Diana and Shirley are too outstanding temperament, which are quite eye-catching among these ladies.


    A guard came forward, bowed his head and said something in Prince Anderson''s ear. He glanced at Harvey''s position. Prince Anderson was surprised and waved the guard back.


    First princess Elinor Windsor asked curiously, "what happened, uncle Anderson."


    She knows who these guards are. They are all the elite of Duke Anderson''s commander. It is said that each of them has awakened the knight''s blood and has all kinds of power beyond ordinary people''s imagination.


    Duke Anderson shook his head. "Nothing. Just report to me that there is a very dangerous person nearby, but it''s nonsense."


    "Oh? If you can be valued by your knights, you must be a powerful knight. Who is on the scene, please Princess Elinor was interested in looking at the guests around her, looking for every possibility.


    Prince Anderson said with a smile: "Mr. Harvey Adrian should not be a knight. To be honest, I am also surprised. I can''t imagine that a writer famous for his novels has the ability to make Knights fear. The younger generation of the kingdom is really more and more promising."


    Princess Elinor''s eyes stopped at Harvey, who was sitting not far ahead, and nodded with a little doubt.


    Harvey is a novelist. He was promoted from Baron to Viscount because of the count of Monte Cristo. However, in Norton, a capital city where a passer-by can be a nobleman, his status is not noble. In addition, Harvey does not participate in social activities, and social influence is at the bottom of these powerful people. But no one dares to belittle Harvey. Compared with Harvey''s status as a writer, those dignitaries value Harvey''s status as a caster more. Harvey created the phantom technology. Although his class has not been published, there are a lot of rumors that Harvey is a middle caster.


    The median caster, who is less than 20 years old, can be regarded as a rare genius of the magic class in the kingdom of Baron.


    Rumors belong to rumors. The real powerful people will think that this rumor is ridiculous. No matter the caster or some people who have the so-called Knight blood, they can smell something that makes them shudder from Harvey. They have never experienced this kind of breath even in the high-ranking caster. If Harvey''s identity is not there, Now Harvey is the most dangerous person among the thousands of spectators at Norton Royal Concert Hall, and is under the attention of many guards.


    The real top people all know that the so-called power and money are not worth mentioning in front of the real power.


    Their strength can not be aware of the existence of ancient gods, Harvey gives them a sense of fear mostly from the devil''s breath and Harvey''s own strong spiritual power.


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    Behind the stage surrounded by the U-shaped auditorium, members of the symphony orchestra are working hard to adjust their state or instruments. The orchestra conductor Griffin checks the state of each member, gives instructions and comforts the members. This time, the performance of the orchestra is far more powerful than the orchestra imagined. You know, because of the number of players required by Symphony No. 9, There are many musicians in the orchestra who have never performed on the formal stage. They look at the crowd outside, and their hearts beat back.


    Griffin patted a young musician on the shoulder and said, "Smith, relax. Don''t be nervous. Just as usual, don''t look at the audience. Don''t look at your instrument. Don''t look at my conductor. Don''t be distracted. Just think about the score. You are very talented in playing. After this performance, you are sure to become a famous musician. "


    "Rupert, put on your black suit."


    "Check the strings of the cello. Where are the spare instruments? use the toilet? Do you want to ask me such a little thing? It''s 13 minutes to two. Go and get back


    Griffin is busy inside and outside, his forehead exudes sweat, but his eyes are more hot and powerful than before, as if his body has returned to his youth. This is Griffin''s first public performance, and his last public performance, which has not been seen for a long time. It''s just to really play those two symphonies that can cause revolution in the music world.


    He has the best score, the largest audience, the most expensive musical instruments and Norton''s first-class Symphony Orchestra. He believes that today will be enough to be remembered in the history of music and reach the end of his dream.


    Griffin never felt that the time of more than ten minutes was so long. The first group of Symphony Orchestra performers stepped onto the stage and sat on the chairs waiting for them.


    At last, Griffin came out and walked to the command post. In front of Griffin were dozens of musicians, behind him were thousands of audiences. Even the slight comments were enough to form violent waves. Griffin''s keen ears could hear the trivial comments, and his eyes could see the state of every musician in front of him.


    Soon, the voice stopped.


    Griffin slowly raised the baton in his hand. His body was as stiff as a statue. When the inner clock struck, he took a deep breath, and his right hand swung down in response to the bell. The bell sounded in Norda''s concert hall, symbolizing the arrival of fate.


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