The sun and the moon change by turns as time flies like an arrow.

On a wonderful spring day when the early singing birds fly, the quarterly concert at the Bremen Music Hall finally arrived.

At this moment, the atmosphere of music in Bostown was slightly restless, as thin as paper, as thick as tea.

Usually mischievous children, at this time, all turned into obedient babies; today, they no longer had their previous unruliness. They wanted to show their best side, just hoping their parents could take them to the concert.

If the people in Bostown did not believe in gods, they would definitely worship musicians as if they were gods. Here, all styles of music have a unique and fertile ground for development, what people lack is only one or two gifted musicians or composers.

And the Bremen Music Hall is the perfect place to discover such talents.

Countless talents are eagerly awaiting the day when they can step onto the Bremen stage, to draw the strings that can melt the aurora, to play the drums and harps that can shatter gold and jade, and truly make a sensational performance.

On this day, the gates of the Bremen Music Hall were opened. Its magnificent gates constantly attracted people of various fancy attires.

People entered the venue and took their seats one after another.

The dimly lit audience seats seemed to be spreading waves of concentric circles, with the stage as the center, layer by layer rippling out and stacking up.

At this moment, even the noble nobles had to take their seats, leaving the main seats for the stage.

Some of them sat in the stalls, some in the dress circle, and some even stood shoulder to shoulder with the organ on the third floor.

But they were not just there to listen to the music; many also came to see the girl from the Montecristo family, York County, who had been hidden away.

The grand York County was going to perform live, this gimmick attracted twice as many customers to the Bremen Music Hall as usual, making the usually well-mannered audience slightly noisy.

"Are all the nobles here?"

Behind the scenes, Turing, who was wiping his violin, glanced at the little York County retreating from the curtain, feeling joyful, and couldn't help but smile.

"Uh-uh-uh, Tu-Tu, Sister Turing. It's so crowded outside, it's too scary to even look."

York County forced a smile, stammering more severely, as if she was about to cry.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I'm here."

"Just focus on your performance later, and it's best not to look down into the audience."

Turing couldn't hold back, and then smiled.

She grabbed York County's little hand, rubbing her tear-stained cheeks.

"You've overcome so many difficulties, only this final step is left."

"Promise me, you'll hold on, okay?"

York County, sitting on a high chair holding Turing's belly, pouted in front of this girl who was nearly twenty centimeters shorter and five years younger than herself, rather unpretentiously.

But you know what, although Turing was a fake, when she held York County in her arms and gently stroked her cheek, she really had some maternal brilliance.

"But... speaking of difficulties, it really made me sweat."

"I didn't expect Lord John's riddle answer to be like this."

Ananki sat cross-legged on the ground next to him, tuning his guitar while speaking to Merka beside him.

"Yeah."

"When the Forbidden Band played before, they didn’t perform as a band, but as a group... who would have thought?"

Merka sighed.

“A traditional orchestra playing classical music usually requires thirty to forty members, or at least a dozen. Four people are far from enough.”

“But for modern bands playing foreign pop music, four or five people are sufficient.”

“He handed me a foreign cigarette at that time with the same meaning…”

“Foreign music is quite popular in Pocheng, but unfortunately there are not many people who can play it.”

“As long as we are willing to play foreign pieces, the management of the concert hall will turn a blind eye to us.”

“And it's fortunate that you can play the guitar. It won't be too difficult for us to practice a couple of pop songs temporarily.”

Merka glanced at the guitar in Annakir's hand, gratefulness evident in his words.

“It's nothing… I'm just fulfilling Miss Turing's request.”

Annakir waved his hand, saying nonchalantly.

“There's just one thing I don't quite understand…”

“Why did you name our band the Clover Band?”

Annakir tilted his head slightly, asking Merka.

“Well, um… to suppress the bad luck of this organ.”

“Lord Viscal says this organ is unlucky.”

“I chose a luckier name.”

Merka scratched his face sheepishly, seeming a bit embarrassed about the fact that he had named the band without consulting the others.

Buzz---

As Annakir finished the final notes, he nodded towards Merka.

“Alright… it's about time for us to go on stage.”

“The first show is ours, we can't afford to lose momentum!”

Merka clenched his fists, addressing the two women and one man beside him.