Chapter 171 Moonlight Church, Yeats's Piano Music (Two in One)

Yeats originally thought that the piano, known as the "king of musical instruments", had suddenly appeared.

Unexpectedly, the "cross-era instrument" mentioned by Dean Richard was not the piano, but the predecessor of the piano, the harpsichord.

The harpsichord, also known as the fortepiano, is similar in shape to a modern grand piano, but its strings are plucked with a quiver rather than struck with hammers.

As an artistic god, Yeats mastered the most basic and profound music theory, and his musical sense was comparable to that of talented musicians who were like shining stars.

Whether it is the harpsichord or other new musical instruments, you can master it to perfection in just a few minutes.

Lothar, the son of the Elector, was usually called Prince Lothar and was a flamboyant person.

He asked court musicians to bring harpsichords to the Duke of Vic's banquet, and his desire to show off was obvious.

Yeats pretended he had never heard of this instrument and smiled, "I am curious about the impact and changes this new instrument will bring to music."

Richard raised his head slightly. The white ruffled collar around his neck made him look like a proud swan. He commented:

"Christian, although he is the Elector's court pianist, it is very arrogant for him to say that no one in the Golden Lion has ever seen a harpsichord."

"I have seen this new type of string instrument in the Golden Agate Hall of Tofanna, the imperial capital, and tried to play a piece of music."

"Its touch is too heavy, the treble tone is too weak, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. But you are right..."

Although Richard had some complaints about the court musicians who accompanied the prince, he had to admit that the harpsichord was indeed leading the times.

He stroked his upturned beard and said, "New musical instruments can inject new vitality into music and art. This is something that composers, performers and bards are happy to see."

"Actually, Your Excellency the Baron, the reason I came here today is to invite you to take my carriage tonight to the Duke of Vic's estate."

Dean Richard smiled gently and said, "I still have some questions about music and poetry that I would like to ask you."

As an artistic god-chosen figure, Yeats can no longer be simply described as a genius in Richard's mind.

Christian, the court pianist of Prince Lothair, has been known as a musical prodigy since childhood. But even he is far from being the chosen one of art!

Ye Zhi nodded and accepted the invitation.

Richard said goodbye to Yeats with a smile on his face.

Soon, Yeats returned to the palace and asked Grey and Megan if they wanted to go to the party together.

Grey was not interested in the dance and said that she would rather go to the river to catch fish with Snow Leopard.

"Decades or even centuries have passed, but the ball still has no new ideas. Men and women wear hypocritical masks under the constraints of red tape."

The witch Megan grabbed the particularly eye-catching white bangs in the middle of her black hair and said coldly: "No, you are not allowed to go either."

Ye Zhi was stunned, weighing the choice between Megan and the dinner for a moment, and said, "Then I should write a letter saying that I can't go to the dinner for some reason?"

"I told you not to go, are you really going to not go?"

Megan curved her eyes, pinched Ye Zhi's cheek, and said with a smile: "You are much cuter than Kendra was back then."

Yeats was in a strange mood.

As expected, she is Megan, the senior who watched Kendra grow up!

Ye Zhi was pinched on the cheek, but she was not angry. She thought to herself, "Teacher Megan's real age is a mystery. I suspect she can be my great-grandmother!"

*Duke Vic built a manor next to a lush vineyard in Jianhe County. The manor covers a vast area and includes forest farms, wineries, textile factories and other buildings.

This manor was originally built by Duke Vic so that Elsa could have a place to live during her studies, as he himself did not usually live in Jianhe County.

Night falls.

Stars dot the night sky with a gentle evening breeze, and the air is filled with the aroma of wine and roses.

Yeats and Richard took a carriage to the Duke of Wick's estate and walked into the hall under the guidance of a beautiful maid.

Musicians on the second floor of the hall played melodious orchestral music, and crystal chandeliers hung from the high dome, illuminating the magnificent palace.

In a corner of the hall, there is a long dining table, on which are placed delicious dishes.

All those attending the dinner tonight are princes and nobles. Rich ladies and noble sons are dressed in their best attire, and the bishop of Jianhe County has also received an invitation.

Ye Zhi saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

June Lannister, even on this occasion, she still wears men's clothes.

She was like a playboy, chatting and laughing with another beautiful blonde girl. Her witty and humorous remarks made the noble lady blush from time to time.

Not far from June, a tall man with a gentle smile and elegant clothes was talking to a man next to him who had a stern expression, long hair and an artistic temperament.

"That's Prince Lothair, the son of the Elector." Richard looked at the tall man and whispered to Yeats.

If Gray were here, she would explain the origin of the Electorate, which comes from the [Golden Edict] issued by the Emperor of the Divine Court.

The Golden Edict stipulates the method of succession to the imperial throne. From a group of candidates, seven members vote to select the person who will eventually ascend the throne.

These seven members are called [Electors] and possess extremely high power and prestige in the empire.

"The one next to him is Christian, who is a famous musician even in the imperial capital, Tofanna," Richard introduced.

The capital of the Divine Empire is called Tofanna. Music is extremely popular in this majestic city. The nobles use music to consolidate their authority, and the church uses the gospel to spread faith.

All the musicians who could make a name for themselves in the imperial capital of Tofanna were geniuses who were watched by the goddess of art.

But there is an insurmountable gap between genius and God's chosen one.

"He is being watched by the goddess..."

Yeats thought to himself, "I have already clung to the thigh of the goddess of art.

"My Lord Baron..."

While Ye Zhi was thinking, a gentle call sounded, and the blonde Elsa stood in front of him with a slightly red cheek and a gentle smile.

Richard saw this and said thoughtfully, "One of the musicians made a mistake in his performance. I have to point it out. Excuse me now."

Elsa looked at Richard's back with gratitude, and then said to Yeats: "Some time ago, I couldn't find a chance to express my gratitude to you. Please allow me to express my respect and gratitude to you again."

"You saved me once, and found the real murderer so quickly." Elsa lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly, "If it weren't for you, this dinner party would not have been held smoothly..."

Yeats was thinking about what kind of reward the Duke of Vick would give, but he had to maintain his aristocratic demeanor, which was exactly in line with Teacher Megan's opinion on the banquet.

"It's the best thing that you can recover from your depression, Elsa." Ye Zhi kept his distance and said gracefully.

Elsa's pretty face flushed slightly and she nodded gently.

This scene fell into the eyes of June, who had been observing secretly. She could not help but grit her teeth and secretly get angry.

She was obviously here first!

"My father wants to talk to you alone. I wonder if you are willing, Baron." Elsa raised her eyes.

It is well known that Duke Vic is a daughter-obsessed man.

I saved her daughter's life, so it's unreasonable for him not to give her something good.

Yeats nodded and let Elsa lead the way.

On the second floor of the hall, in a magnificent side hall, Yeats met the Duke of Wick, one of the claimants to the Golden Lion throne.

The Duke of Vic was about forty years old, in the prime of his life, with a strong physique and red cheeks from years of sun exposure. It was obvious that he had been on horseback many times in battle.

Facing Yeats, the benefactor who saved his daughter's life, the Duke of Wick showed great enthusiasm and said, "Please take a seat, Baron Yeats."

He asked Elsa to wait outside, and then he carefully looked at Fan Yezhi from head to toe, and said with emotion:

"You are so much like your father, even more like your father than your brother!"

"Has your Excellency the Duke met my father?"

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Duke Vic laughed and said, "More than that, we have met before. We were comrades in arms."

"I just didn't expect that he died young..." Duke Vic's green eyes flashed with a glimmer, and he said intentionally or unintentionally, "The enclave of Morning Frost Ridge was conquered by him for you."

Yeats said nothing.

"There are no outsiders here, and you are the son of my comrade-in-arms. Tell me, Yeats." Duke Vic's eyes were deep. "After your father died, your brother exiled you to the north of the Great Wall in disguise. Don't you have any complaints?"

"If I were in your brother's position, I would make the same choice," Yeats said.

The Duke of Vic frowned slightly, not satisfied with this answer, staring closely at Yeats, and said:

"Ye Zhi, you are my daughter's benefactor. I should help you out of both emotion and reason."

"I can even send troops to help you regain the position of the head of the Bronti family." Duke Vic persuaded him: "You know, Ye Zhi, the Bronti family's territory can provide you with more resources and benefits than the Morning Frost Ridge outside the Great Wall..."

Ye Zhi was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you for your kindness, Duke, but I don't have any lofty ambitions. Defending this barren land of Morning Frost Ridge is already my greatest vision."

There is no free lunch in the world.

The reason why Duke Vic was willing to send troops was simply because he wanted to use my identity to control the Brondi family.

He is certainly a good father, but he is also a pretender to the throne.

What's more, even though the Brown family territory was located in the fertile land of the central plains, it was not as important to Yeats as Morning Frost Ridge.

You could hear a pin drop in the side hall.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet. Duke Vic had no expression on his face. After a while, he said indifferently, "If you hadn't saved my daughter, you wouldn't be qualified to ask me to send troops to help you."

"Since you don't agree... I will have someone send a bottle of [Dragon Blood Potion] to your palace as a thank you."

Duke Vick seemed to have suddenly lost interest in Yeats, and said in a deep voice: "Finally, thank you for saving my daughter, Baron Yeats."

Ye Zhi nodded slightly.

The thank-you gift was unexpectedly generous.

The dragon blood potion is extremely precious and can effectively enhance Gray! Putting aside his status and position, Duke Vic admired Ye Zhi's modesty. Even if Ye Zhi rejected his "good intentions", the two sides could continue to cooperate in the future.

Looking at the silver-haired young man who inherited the blood of Grand Duke Brondi, Duke Vic's eyes flashed with memories and he said:

"Do you know why I am giving this banquet, Lord Yeats?"

"To entertain Prince Lothair?"

"In my eyes, the prince is not as important as Elsa's benefactor." Duke Vic smiled and said seriously:

"To be precise, it is to entertain the Saint of the Moonlight Church, Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Grand Duchy of Lucia."

"Saint?" Ye Zhi was surprised.

He knew in his heart that the saints and saintesses of the major sects, although sounding good in name, were in essence nothing more than providing "vessels" for the gods to descend.

The Saint of the Mist Sect is even more outrageous, as she is directly a wisp of divinity from the Mist Goddess.

Other sects are not as extravagant as the Sect of the Mist, and most of their saints are still humans.

"You should have heard of the Moonlight Faith of the Grand Duchy of Lucia." Duke Vic said, "Even now that the Holy Light Faith is prevalent in the Empire, Lucia still retains its worship of the Moonlight."

"This Princess Shilin is both a saint and the daughter of the elector."

"Even Lothar had the harpsichord brought to him just to please the princess."

"After all... the Moonlight Cult has mastered almost all the methods and tricks of studying Moonlight spells. The bits of information leaked from the princess's fingernails can also be of great help to the wizard."

The information about the Saint was undoubtedly the biggest gain from this conversation.

Ye Zhi was a little surprised and asked, "My Lord Duke, why are you telling me this?"

"Intelligence is also valuable, and is also part of the thank you gift."

Duke Vic gave a suggestion in a calm tone, saying, "I heard from Elsa that you have great artistic attainments. Why don't you take advantage of this dinner to present a poem praising the moonlight to Princess Celine. If it is well written and can be spread, the Moonlight Church will certainly express its appreciation."

Ye Zhi was already studying the moonlight breathing method. If he could get help from the Moonlight Sect, he would be able to master the moonlight fighting spirit soon.

But Yeats knew a more famous piece of music than the poem.

A perfect piece for the harpsichord, dedicated to Princess Celine and the Moonlight Cult!

"Thank you for the information, Your Excellency the Duke."

Yeats said, "I have decided which piece of music I want to play."

"Music?" Duke Vic frowned and said, "No, you misunderstood me. I asked you to write poetry, which is what you are good at. Christian is better at music."

Elsa still hasn't revealed to her father the news that Yeats is God's chosen one for art.

In the eyes of Duke Vic, Christian has become famous since he was a child and brought new musical instruments.

He would definitely make full preparations and would not let Prince Lothar miss this opportunity to make friends with the Moonlight Church.

There was no need for Yeats to compete with the genius Christian in areas where others excelled.

"I know a thing or two about music." Ye Zhi smiled confidently, "This piano piece will surely satisfy the Saint and the Moonlight Church!"

(End of this chapter)