Old-time musicians

This is definitely a rare decision.

Changing the classic repertoire of the baptism ceremony to the premiere of a new work would cause great internal doubts and public opinion if it were announced in advance.

But the masters who saw the music score did not show any surprise.

"I am happy to lead a feat." Galinitz said, "But do I need to inform my colleagues and the public in advance?"

“There is no need to make any noise.” The pope quoted from the Gospel in the Book of Illuminations. “At that time Joshua commanded the people, ‘You shall not cry out, you shall not make a noise, not even a word shall come out of your mouth until I command you. The day when you cry out, then you can cry out.' This time, when Lavoisier's Mass makes a mark in the world, that's when they can cry out. "

He slowly closed the music score in his hand: "However, for those low-ranking and middle-ranking priests, you can give a subtle reminder, try to figure out the meaning of the scriptures, and attune your spirituality. The revelations they receive will be like the leaves on the ears. The plump seeds.”

Master Conductor Galinitz folded his arms and groaned after hearing this.

San Pelto has the world's top orchestra and choir. He does not need to worry about the impact of temporary changes of repertoire on the musicians' rehearsal. The only thing he needs to think about is how to maximize the performance effect.

The music at the baptismal ceremony needs to cover 30,000 believers in the core area and spread to hundreds of thousands of people in the sub-core area.

This is due to the divine power summoned from the altar at the headquarters, but the arrangement of the performers and choir also needs to be considered to maximize the effect.

An idea gradually took shape in his mind.

Time flies and the day of Baptismal Day arrives.

The early morning when water dripped into ice brought dawn, and the people of San Porto gradually gathered in the central city area of ​​the church.

In this old industrial world where invisible forces exist, an annual large-scale worship ceremony held by an Orthodox Church requires the use of massive extraordinary and social resources, and its significance to the people is not just "faith" and "comfort". A conceptual thing.

They can get real blessings.

In addition to being given holy water, a few people may also receive a small amount of spiritual liquid blessed by the Lord in the cups they carry to avoid cold, exorcise evil spirits, cure diseases, strengthen their health, and achieve prosperity. In addition, a very few people will gain true enlightenment, see the light of first acquaintance in their dreams, and be absorbed into official clergy, thereby changing the trajectory of their lives.

All blessings may come to the worshipers, depending on their piety, perception of music, understanding of doctrines, and the factors of luck that cannot be ignored.

The Baptismal Festival is held in the open square in front of the church. The long semi-ring-shaped seats extend layer by layer on the steps like a golden lattice. This can accommodate more than 30,000 people, and spread out and extend from the outer edge of the square. The main streets of the twelve neighborhoods, which are several kilometers long, are also crowded with people.

The police force was deployed in full force since midnight to maintain public order. No cars or carriages were allowed to enter an irregular circle of about four kilometers with the church as the center.

Fan Ning was sitting in a relatively central area of ​​the square - somewhere outside the third row and close to the corridor. The people sitting there were both candidates for priests and nobles from aristocratic families with higher titles. The next row is the church's senior officials and royal dignitaries, and the first row is the distinguished guests composed of artists and representatives of various official organizations.

From a distance, Fan Ning saw Luo Yin's back.

She put on a bright silver trench coat today and sat in the middle of the first row. Because the rows of seats stretched so long, there was a long distance between them.

Fan Ning's eyes stayed on her for a moment and then moved elsewhere.

To be fair, he felt that the church at the church's headquarters in San Porto was not as tall and majestic as the former Janingo Sun Church, and the street scene in the old city that he had just come all the way through did not look as good as the Santa Ramburg. So majestic.

But Fan Ning deeply felt the feeling of being soaked in, overawed, and even assimilated by a kind of accumulation and vicissitudes.

Among the meticulously cleaned copper sculptures, the spotless street masonry, and the simple primary-colored architectural textures, the light looked young, but ancient. His own shadow passed through them, and Fan Ning also felt like he was Born to be ancient.

The Church of the Holy Sun has been inherited since the 3rd Snoah Dynasty. Even after the powerful Tulungalia Dynasty almost ruled the world, the ancient land of Janus was still in a corner of the Western Continent - yes, The holy city beneath our feet existed more than two thousand years ago.

"The 'Unfallen Fire' is the world source god ranked first by default in mystical knowledge. Even some extreme secret organizations only put it second after the Lord of Witness they enshrine. This ranking Based on what seems to be an innate convention.”

Fan Ning suddenly had an intuition that this organization must have many trump cards that even the Special Patrol Office would not dare to underestimate. The restrained white church in the distance also contained many ancient secrets.

"I've been thinking about it for two or three days. So, I still want to ask, why don't you just let me go? I have never seen a person as confident as you who breaks the contract. By the way, you are not allowed to reply with words like "the abnormal area is dangerous." My ears almost broke when I heard it at my dad's place." The golden flowing font appeared on the brim of the hat on my knees.

Fan Ning had just noticed that the messenger was summoned by Luo Yin using a secret contract. Now when he saw the message handed back, he couldn't help but laugh.

Last time, after I said I was not allowed to go, the other party replied "Oh".

Although it felt a bit boring, it should be considered as an agreement - from this perspective, compared with the stalemate between her and Marquis McAdam, my words seemed to have a better effect.

So, this time, did I think about it for two or three days, and felt that it was embarrassing to agree directly, so I asked "Why" again?

Fan Ning glanced at Miss Luo Yin's silver windbreaker again.

She sat upright as usual, listening to the people next to her, smiling and nodding politely from time to time.

"First, I have a way to promote you to the Abyss of the Understander. Before you are promoted to the "Forging Lion", you don't have to go to the Abnormal Zone to compete for a quota. Secondly, I will need your help to be promoted to the second level of the Abyss of the Understander. If you go, things will become difficult. Finally, you are not allowed to go."

After Fan Ning replied to the message, he began to close his eyes and rest.

This time, only two minutes later, a very young, even somewhat boyish voice sounded in his ears:

"Hello, Antoine Lavoisier."

Fanning turned his head and saw that a wheelchair had appeared in the corridor next to him.

A thin man in black sat in a wheelchair, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, and his hat brim was too low to cover most of his face, and only his chin could be seen without a beard.

Fanning had learned about the image of this mysterious person from Luo Yin's previous intelligence description.

This person is "Mr. Wax" of the Special Patrol Office!