Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 60 Miss Sophie's Wish

The Philharmonic Palace is the residence of the French Royal Academy of Music, and it is also the most powerful martial arts academy in Paris except for the Royal Musketeers and the Holy See.

Compared with the Musketeers and the Holy See, the Philharmonic Palace recruits disciples more strictly. In addition to outstanding martial arts talent and fundamental aptitude, they also need extremely high musical literacy and a keen sense of music.

Although countless people rush to the Philharmonic Palace every spring to take part in the admission assessment, there are still very few who can really be accepted into the door.

The martial arts at the Philharmonic Palace are also the most unique in Paris. They are martial arts that only belong to musicians and performers. They are the strongest group attack martial arts in the world.

Before reaching Martial Dao Grandmaster, the disciples of the Philharmonic Palace are not stronger than the students of other colleges, but will appear weaker.

However, once one becomes a master of martial arts, one can let go of one's inner energy and outward, then the disciples of Philharmonic Palace can be said to be almost invincible at the same level.

There is almost no way to resist the invisible and ubiquitous inner strength sound waves, only to resist.

In addition to poor mobility, once the Grandmaster of the Philharmonic Palace appears on the battlefield, it can often cause large areas of bloody massacres.

Now, in the dinner hall of the Louvre, there is a scene where the proud disciples of the Philharmonic Palace battle the geniuses of other academies.

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Countless wonderful notes flowed in the air, and the sound of the music was majestic and sad.

Beads of sweat slipped from Miss Irina's forehead, and white mist evaporated from her head.

The superb internal strength of the Philharmonic Palace "A Method of Interpreting Twelve Well-Tempered Temperament with Internal Force" was pushed to the extreme by her. She played "Symphony No. [-] in C Minor", which is also called "Symphony of Destiny". Hold the throat of fate, change the fate that makes her helpless, and get back the happiness that belongs to her.

The surging internal force continuously transformed from her fingertips into invisible internal force sound waves, attacking the figure not far away that made her mad with jealousy.

Miss Sophie looked very embarrassed at this moment, her snow-white dress had already been soaked in sweat, sticking wetly to her body.

She was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from the tips of her hair to the ground.

Miss Sophie closed her eyes tightly, holding the sword and slowly walking towards the location in her memory.

There was another wave of fierce chords, she raised the sword to her chest, the sword light that had finally condensed on the sword shattered, and the huge force pushed her back two steps.

Miss Sophie gritted her teeth and persisted, and moved forward again.

The sound of the music became violent, like a storm, major, minor, legato, and countless notes pouring out of the huge piano.

Miss Sophie quickly swung the slender rapier in her hand. She blocked the first blow, then the second, and then dodged the third.

But she was hit in the abdomen by the fourth blow, which made her move.

In an instant, countless musical notes slapped on her body, knocking her into the air and hitting the ground.

Struggling and trembling, Miss Sophie tried to stand up with her sword.

However, the music sounded again, knocking off Miss Sophie's support and causing her to fall to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but she still supported herself on the ground with one hand, trying to stand up.

D'Artagnan's eager cry came from beside his ears: "Sophie, give up! You are not her opponent, and this duel will not change anything. Hurry up and admit defeat! You will die if you continue like this."

D'Artagnan's eyes were already red, and he was roaring bitterly, struggling to rush into the arena to stop the duel, but he was unable to do so because the tall and strong Porthos held his shoulders tightly.

"I will not admit defeat. Our Marceau family will never admit defeat." Miss Sophie's voice was so soft that almost no one could hear it.

The music stopped, and Miss Sophie finally managed to stand up.

She staggered towards the grand piano.

Seeing the rival in love slowly approaching, Miss Yi Lianna didn't feel flustered, she just watched quietly.

Finally, Miss Sophie arrived at the dark piano, and she struggled to raise the slender rapier in her hand which had become as heavy as a thousand catties.

"When!" The white piano key was pressed again.

With a "bang", Miss Sophie fell to the ground and never got up again.

This duel was won by Miss Irina of Duke Holly's family, and the audience burst into warm applause.

D'Artagnan ran over like crazy, helped up Miss Sophie who was lying on the ground, and saved her with internal strength: "Sophie, Sophie, how are you doing?"

"I didn't kill her, I just passed out due to severe internal injuries." Miss Yi Lianna said lightly.

After that, she walked away without looking back, and walked towards the Duke of Holly not far away, but before she got there, tears came out of her eyes and flowed all over her face.

With a crying voice, she threw herself into her father's arms.

"Hey, my dear baby, isn't this a win? Our Huo Lai family has another young genius. Don't worry, isn't he just a musketeer? France is so big, and there are so many young heroes. Dad wishes you Guaranteed, I will find you a good husband." Duke Holly stroked the daughter's head and comforted him constantly.

The nobles, large and small, also swarmed up and congratulated Duke Holly one after another:

"It's really a tiger father without a dog daughter. Duke Holly has a successor."

"Miss Yi Lianna is really outstanding, not worse than his brother at all. This is really a family tradition, and the children are better than each other."

"The youngest grandmaster in the history of the Philharmonic Palace, let us congratulate Miss Irina for making history."

"This Marceau's family just overestimates their capabilities. They think they can run amok with a good face."

"Their family just can't see the situation clearly. How can our Miss Yi Lianna be compared to a small family like theirs."

"Elena, don't be sad, uncle assures you, he will find you a good husband, definitely better than that blind d'Artagnan."

D'Artagnan carried the unconscious Miss Sophie into a lounge of the Louvre.

Several royal physicians came in, and after a detailed examination, one of the old men said to d'Artagnan, "Miss Sophie is not in danger of life, but her internal injuries are serious. From the current point of view, there is no recuperation training for a few years. , It’s not good. Before the internal injury is healed, you must not use force with others. Once it recurs, it is likely to become a chronic disease and acne, which will be affected for the rest of your life.”

"I see, when will she wake up?" D'Artagnan asked.

"Miss Sophie was stunned by the last sound wave. It will take a few hours at the earliest. Of course, we will carry out treatment to minimize the sequelae." The old man explained.

The soaked clothes were changed, some potions were given, and some internal injury potions were left behind, and the doctors left the room.

D'Artagnan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Mademoiselle Sophie's pale face and lips without any blood, his heart ached so much that he couldn't help himself.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a faint voice.

"Sophie? Sophie, are you awake?" D'Artagnan asked in surprise.

"Secrets." The voice sounded like a mosquito moaning.

"What? What did you say?" D'Artagnan leaned closer, trying to hear more clearly.

"Cheats, help me take pictures of the cheats." That was Miss Sophie's extremely weak voice.

(End of this chapter)