# 194
The Legend of Return
Chapter 194. ah! Hey Beethoven! (1)
“Is it still?”
“I am figuring it out!”
“shit!”
Edouard, the head of the security team, a former member of the French Foreign Legion, made an impression.
I searched all over Paris, but I couldn’t find the bird that had escaped the castle.
I checked the Louvre Museum CCTV all night.
There were hundreds of suspicious cars.
‘If we lose the lady, our honor… will end!’
Hundreds of gang members died in battle with them.
The war with Assassin was always bloody.
This incident was sure to have a huge impact.
Lady is the youngest daughter whom the leader loves dearly.
After the death of his wife, the leader raised the young lady with love behind the scenes.
It was isolation from the world.
If such a young lady is at least changed by Assassin…
the Middle East will be blown with blood.
Assassin wanted a storm to blow.
Only when the wind of blood blows will the number of warriors who will commit themselves to the temple increase.
Organizations are already sensitive.
After Hussein’s removal, Sunni militant groups gradually expanded their activities in Iraq.
Refugees began to come to Europe.
Terrorists who exceed the limits of surveillance and defense of the organization have also flowed in.
Their abilities are also not to be ignored.
Important information was leaked several times.
It was clear that a spy had infiltrated the Knights.
‘Besides, their abilities have evolved!’
In addition, the abilities of Assassins, who used unusual abilities from the past, have developed more bizarre.
Even if they were shot, they didn’t die and went on the attack.
Strange things happen when you chant strange spells.
The Templars were suddenly dominated by their own consciousness and did not listen to orders.
In addition, there have been cases of being attacked by unknown weapons.
Rumors that he transcends supernatural powers and uses magic even circulated among the members of the organization.
In fact, Edouard, the team leader, was a case of experiencing such a situation firsthand.
Assassin’s killer who was like a monster who persistently bit the neck of an organization member even after being hit by 20 bullets.
Even thinking about it now makes me sick.
The organization, which felt a sense of crisis, seemed to be over by joining together with various agencies to deal a devastating blow to the Assassins.
But lately, the movements of the creepy guys have been detected again.
It is a life force that is more tenacious than that of cockroaches.
“As of this time, an express alert is issued. All the informants… are monitoring all of Europe, including Paris!”
“Old!”
It is a first-class alert that has been issued for the first time in 10 years.
All knights belonging to the knights pulled out their chest swords.
It was a war with the pagans that had been going on for over 1000 years.
The moment to wage another bloody battle was approaching.
***
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~. It’s a festival, a festival!”
Vivian ran all over the place.
I took a picture of Marseille at her words that she wanted to see the sea.
However, I met Aix En Provence Music Festival on the way.
Vivian said she wanted to see the festival.
I agreed too.
It was also the hometown of Cézanne.
Arrived at Aix-en-Provence after turning the way we were going…
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
It was distinctly different from the landscape of Korean cities, where only buildings stood tall.
The sky was blue and the antique buildings built with thick bricks and granite greeted us first.
Trees that have endured for a long time created shade.
Fountains spouting water all over the city added to the atmosphere.
A city where leisure and romance breathe.
Having become the level of a runaway cat and a butler, I fell in love with the festival streets.
click click.
I took the camera and captured the passing time.
“Daniel~”
Vivian posed in front of the fountain.
The jeans and white shirt Oda bought made Vivian’s beauty stand out even more.
The men around her were even staring at her openly.
The smile of a beautiful woman like a movie star drew attention to the extent that the eyes went to her eyes.
Among the tourists who come and go to the festival, Vivian’s beauty stands out.
It was clear that I had saved several countries in my previous life.
The regression buff was severe.
click.
Vivian’s smile was captured in the photo.
She has a pretty and slender body and a small face, so all of her legs and feet captured on camera were pictorials.
A delightful smile crept across his lips.
“Are you a lover?”
At that time, an elderly French gentleman who was watching from the side suddenly asked a question.
“Yeah…that’s it.”
“I like to see young people wearing couple shirts these days. It wasn’t like that in our time. Youth is only once Even if you love and love, it’s not enough time.”
“That’s right.”
Thanks to Vivian, I was able to wear a couple shirt in an unfamiliar place.
I also picked out jeans and a shirt from a clothing store I stopped by while driving.
Vivian was the authority concept.
He said he didn’t like it, but Vivian insisted on putting it on.
Naturally, I crossed arms with her.
Since it’s a festival, think of it as a cosplay of a lover you love.
“It looks good. Just looking at that wife, she is the daughter of a prestigious family. There is grace in every action.”
It seems that the French grandfather was a bit blown away when he was young.
I took one look at Vivian and identified her identity.
I realized again that the world is wide and there are many masters.
“Have fun. Seeing a young man reminds me of my youth.”
Grandpa gave a light greeting and walked away.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like…
How could a grandpa who was much shorter and waddling with his stomach be the same as me?
“Daniel. Did the picture come out well?”
“uh? then!”
Artistic sensibility was also demonstrated in photography.
The sturdy arms and legs supported the camera precisely and without shaking.
The angle of view was also different from the others.
I could not express it in words, but I saw the other side of the hidden and subtle world.
The camera was good, too.
“Wow wow! amazing!”
Vivian came over and saw herself on the screen and ran.
She is like a happy cat.
Seeing that, the self-styled butler was happy.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
Vivian looked genuinely happy.
As if infected with the laughter virus, the smile never left after coming to downtown Provence.
Sarak.
She crossed her arms again.
Now I see that he is quite tall.
I think it will be at least 177.
There was a difference of about 10 cm from me, so it was perfect to see.
“Does your back hurt?”
“Because it’s okay.”
“Come into the tent.”
Last night, I resisted Vivian’s persistent temptations and slept in the car.
The 2 person tent wasn’t that wide.
It seemed like I was going to go in and have an accident.
France is home to the most free souls in the world, but I am Korean.
Even if I go to Rome, I will live according to Korean law.
“Let’s buy a big tent today and sleep together. please!”
“uh? Uh……”
Look at this. Is it fun to poke a persimmon that you can’t even eat?
Vivian, who had been hit, hesitated.
“let’s go. baboon!”
I called her by her name like a pet cat, and held her hand.
Vivian did not refuse.
It was warm.
There were a lot of people coming and going in the aftermath of the July music festival in Aix-en-Provence.
I took Vivian’s hand and walked confidently through the crowd.
It’s a lover’s pose no matter who sees it.
Vivian also followed without showing any sign of refusal.
Tarang~♫. Tara la la la la~♪.
Then, a clear piano performance was heard in the distance.
“It’s a Beethoven Sonata!”
Presumed to be a daughter of an aristocratic family, Vivian was well versed in music.
I recognized Beethoven’s brother’s Piano Sonata No. 21 ‘Waldstein’ at once.
“Let’s go and listen.”
okay!
I held Vivian’s hand and headed towards the plaza where the sound of the piano could be heard.
Follow me~ ♫ Follow me, follow me~♬.
Composed by Beethoven when he was 34 years old, this song was dedicated to his guardian, Count Waldstein.
When Beethoven was in trouble, the Count spared no financial and mental support.
Maybe that’s why, unlike other Sonatas, the scale was large with passionate energy.
It was definitely different from other songs in terms of expression and technique.
It was nice to hear the festival music.
The bright and upbeat piano melody stopped the footsteps of passers-by.
“Ha~.”
Vivian also took a deep breath as if satisfied.
The performer was a young woman.
With her hair neatly tied, she swayed the keyboard with her whole body as if riding a wave.
Since it was during the festival, the sound of a grand piano installed on a slightly elevated podium flowed in all directions.
It was nice to hear.
However, women’s power was weak to follow the thick line of Beethoven’s older brother.
As for Chopin and Mozart, Beethoven’s works were too much for women to digest.
diririririririririririririririring~♫. T-ring T-ring T-rara-la-la-arara~♬.
Still, it was nice to hear.
There was no other song suitable for an afternoon in a plaza where a moderately windy festival unfolded.
Tiri-ri-ring ding~♫.
The sonata, which was quite long, is over.
“Whheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
“Bravo!”
clap clap clap clap.
Applause erupted from all directions.
“Encore! Encore!”
Audiences who wanted the next song frantically shouted encores.
But the female pianist looked exhausted.
It is normal to be exhausted after beating Beethoven’s sonatas like that.
In that respect, Beethoven was really unkind to female performers.
It could have been the petty vengeance of someone who was hurt by love.
Something like a warning to never play my songs for women.
“Thank you~”
The woman bowing her head on stage was a pianist in her mid-twenties who was quite beautiful.
Although he was short, his firm mouth and blue eyes were full of power for art.
The wind blew her blonde hair.
“Ha, I want to play one more song, but I’m running out of energy. I think I’ll have to stop today for tomorrow’s morning performance.”
The performer was really struggling to the point of gasping for breath.
This song was not the first performance.
Playing is hard labor.
But people regretted it.
“I want to hear more…”
Vivian, the runaway cat, felt the same way.
“Would you like to hear more?”
“Yeah~”
It seemed like Vivian’s regret for stopping while immersed in the musical emotion was great.
It’s about 20% lacking expression.
“Is there anyone who wants to play one more song for me?”
Suddenly the performer looked around, scanning the audience.
It seemed that the number of people gathered in the plaza exceeded a few hundred and reached 1,000.
Even so, there seems to be no big guy standing next to the piano in place of a professional player.
Is there anyone who can play instead of a pianist who doesn’t get a pitch wrong?
“Vivian. holding it.”
“uh?”
passed the camera.
Vivian looked at me in surprise.
“You want to hear more?”
“Piano… is it possible?”
“I have a lot of hobbies.”
“Are you okay? That woman is at least the level of a guest musician in a symphony orchestra.”
Vivian’s eyes are full of doubt.
It seems that I am not trustworthy as the next hitter of a professional musician who has reproduced Beethoven’s music similarly, if not perfectly.
Well, no one here knew.
I mean who dwells in my soul.
“I would like to ask for your review.”
With a grin, he made his way through the crowd and went forward.
“Daniel…”
Vivian’s embarrassed voice pulled me on the back of my neck.
But the knife was already drawn.
I approached the podium.
I met eyes with a professional performer.
Seen up close, she is even more beautiful.
“I want to give them a song as a gift.”
It’s them!
The arrogant Beethoven brother occupied my humble heart.
He approached the piano without hesitation.
“!!!”
While the professional players are amazed.
voluntarily sat down.
I didn’t do finger exercises and actions to check the keyboard notes.
Fingers starting to swim freely over the piano keys.
Tiri-ri-ring~♬. T-R-R-R-Ling Ting~♪.
And the play started.
He came to seep through his body and soak his soul.
Ah! Beethoven…
