The Black Duke of the Pirate

At this time, the three lights that stayed on suddenly began to rotate, and the audience watching this scene from a high position held their breath.

The spotlights merged, piercing the condensed darkness, and then illuminated the center of the stage.

The much-anticipated and heart-tugging scene appeared. Meister finally revealed his true face under the spotlight, and then golden/red cross fireworks began to spray around the stage. In the corridor filled with fireworks, he slowly walked over.

Short black hair, a handsome face, a straight bridge of the nose, and neat facial features. One point more would make him look sharp, one point less would make him too meek, no more, no less, just right, matching his luxurious and artistic temperament.

, no wonder it’s enough to make women crazy about it.

If we use the words of Reinhardt in his previous life to describe him, he would be "arrogant but not impetuous, calm but not arrogant", solemn but active, gentle but energetic.

"Mester!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting in the hall, and the audience shouted excitedly.

Meister, wearing a gorgeous evening gown, took a step forward, then stretched out his white palm and pressed it into the air. In an instant, the venue fell silent.

Then, two spotlights focused on Meister, and the musicians below the stage were completely ready. The spotlights floated over, and the expressions of the musicians could be seen clearly.

"Okay." Mestre spoke. Although his voice was very soft, it was very clear and had a different kind of magnetism. He first looked around the audience, and then focused on the musicians below.

After a while, he continued to speak again: "Mistre's "Night Major" No. 49, first movement, canto/medium/violin mixed sonata, Akula Ragna's Canto of the Gods, no.

Scene - The Origin of the Water World"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his white hands again, and a black steel baton appeared in each hand. The left one was shorter, probably less than forty centimeters, and the right one was much thicker and longer.

, nearly seventy centimeters in length, and as the wrist shook, the baton began to move briskly.

There were nearly a hundred musicians preparing attentively below the stage. More than thirty of them immediately picked up their instruments and prepared. Then, after the wave of Meister's baton, the first music of the concert was played.

The crisp and melodious sound of the violin was the first to sound. In this coherent and pleasant sound, the audience seemed to hear the slight rise and fall of the tide.

In the world described by many violins singing, everything seems to have become real.

Akura Ragna's Chant of the Gods is an original symphony created by Meister over many years. Its name is taken from the story of the Water Gods-Akura Ragna's Tsunami Tide in the Legend of the Seven Islands of Water.

Meister on the stage seemed to be completely immersed in the melodious sounds of the piano, but his hands seemed to be waving instinctively. The innate musical intuition in his heart made Meister bathed in this seemingly endless state of sublimation.

Ste, the whole person became holy.

At this time, Meister's baton suddenly moved, and the musicians who were playing the violin momentarily stopped their movements. Then in the melodious ending of the violin, a low sound like a clear spring sounded.

Different from the melodiousness and crispness of the violin, there is a feeling of being alone in a dense forest and constantly absorbing the rhythm of nature's breath.

After that, all three types of instruments, large/medium/small/three, began to play following Mestre’s conductor on the stage. This period lasted for more than thirty minutes, and all the audience in the hall were immersed in the music.

In this immersive scene.

Reinhard focused his eyes on the stage. Meister was as focused as piety at this moment. Just as he was about to express admiration in his heart, he was suddenly stunned.

He saw that there seemed to be an extremely small wound in Mestre's white palm. If he hadn't been so good at seeing, hearing, and domineering, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Reinhard was very confused, but he still observed calmly.

After listening to it for a long time, the concert has entered the second act of the second movement and is beginning to burst into the third act of the third movement.

Akura Ragna's Chant of the Gods Act 3 - The Storm at Sea.

With the use of more instruments, the entire concert became more passionate and contradictory, especially at this time, Meister seemed to be in a state of madness while waving the baton with both hands.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to music.

After a long time, with the end of the fourth act of the fourth movement, many musicians began to stop their movements one by one, as if a story spanning countless years was finally coming to an end, full of the weight and vicissitudes of history.

feel.

It's such a wonderful feeling... After listening to this symphony performance of four chapters and four acts, which lasted for more than two hours, Reinhardt couldn't help but feel an illusion of another world. He seemed to be able to feel the reality from the music.

With its emotional expression, you can also feel the vicissitudes of the Seven Islands of Water spanning countless years.

Especially under Meister's perfect and unreserved conducting, the musicians' level was also brought to the extreme.

As the last note fell, roaring applause suddenly erupted in the hall. Even after sitting there for more than two hours, people did not feel any discomfort at all.

Reinhard glanced around. It seemed that the concert had no sign of ending yet. He had been observing Meister on the stage. However, except for the sudden glance at his hand just now, there was no one else.

No clues were found.

He felt that this musician named Meister always felt familiar, and through the slight wound just found on the palm of his right hand, he had a guess in his mind.

However, these expected answers require further verification.

A silver-white piano appeared on the stage. Mester put away his baton, then walked to the piano and sat down. He was about to start a solo. You can hear Mester's solo in this concert.

It was obviously very valuable. From time to time, Reinhard could hear surprised whispers from the audience next to him.

The music sounded, as clear and beautiful as ever, like the sound of transparent springs flowing down from the mountains. However, not long after the music started, it suddenly stopped.

What's wrong?

What happened?

Why did Meister stop?

At first, the audience thought that the music had pauses like this, but three full minutes passed and the music did not start.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Reinhardt was sitting in the crowd, and his eyes were very clear. Meister on the stage seemed to be in some kind of emotional struggle, and his face was extremely pale.