He casually opened two pages and found that the ink marks on the music score were already very old and old.

There are even some music composition methods that do not use the new music method of the eighteenth century to arrange, but use the arrangement method left over from the fifteenth century.

For Joey, he could still understand it.

"Is this a pianist's private work?" Joey was stunned for a moment. He didn't know when the music score in front of him came to the balcony of his room.

But he had never heard of the Era of King of Dust Robes, so in Joey's mind, this song must have no reputation, and may be a failed work by a down-and-out pianist.

He skipped the previous chapters to see the final signature.

"The author of this song is 'Wolfgang'. There are four chapters in total in the prologue!" Joey walked out with the score, and he muttered the name Wolfgang in his mouth.

"Wolfgang? Wolfgang? Wolfgang!... Wolfgang Amadois Mozart!"

Joey was in a cold sweat, Wolfgang was Mozart's name.

The Era of the King of Dust Robe in his hand is Mozart's work.

"What a joke? If it were Mozart's works, they would definitely be passed down. It would become a world-famous song, but this Era of the King of Dust Robes..." Joey carefully opened the prelude to the score and went to read the scales one by one.

He found that this music score seemed to have a special meaning, and his melody was very beautiful, no less than any world-famous song Joey heard.

In this piano piece, there is no magnificent atmosphere of the Ninth Symphony, no shock of the heroic Symphony, and no touch of the Moonlight Solo, but the Era of the King of Dust Robe brings Joey a special feeling.

This song seems to be praising... This is a piano piece created for someone and something.

The prologue is like introducing this person's birth...

Joey can't wait to play this Era of the Dust Robe on the piano now.

He even ignored why this music score appeared on the balcony of his room, and also ignored the fact that if it were Mozart's works, what did not continue to be passed on.

He left the room, but saw that his parents had packed everything, and they could bring only a few suitcases, and the rest would entrust his father's friend to help send international express delivery.

"Where is your box? Joey!" The father asked with some dissatisfaction as he looked at Joey running out.

Joey knew they were in a hurry to move now, and the time they could squeeze out was very limited, but he really wanted to play this song, as long as he could hear its beauty with his own ears.

He stammered and said, "I can't bear to leave... Do you still remember this piano? This is my grandfather's birthday gift when I was eight years old. He wants to train me to be a musician, and I also like music!

I can definitely achieve something in this regard, but my grandfather can no longer see it... I can't bear to leave this piano... I want to play it again for the last time, but we don't know if we can come back.

And this piano cannot be delivered to Austria."

Joey's words touched his mother, whose father, Joey's grandfather, died three years ago.

Joey continued, "I'll play another song, a song you've never heard before... Come and be the audience."

His father wanted to say something to urge, but his wife stopped him.

"Can't you spend more than ten minutes?"

"Okay, the performance is faster, the time is really leisurely, we have to rush to the airport!"

Joey placed the score on the piano and he unfolded the first page of the prologue of the score.

His slender fingers were like a leaping elf, dancing on the black and white squares, corresponding to the music score, the Era of King of Dust Robes, was played.

Mystery, praise, epic, and a series of various elements appear in Joey's impression.

He suddenly felt that the song was very old and beautiful. Perhaps it was really a song created by Mozart.

Even this hand-drawn music score may have come from Mozart's hands...

This is an unpublished musical.

Joey gradually forgot why this music score came into his hands? His emotions had forgotten some normal judgments.

When he saw the last note on the first page, the score turned the page automatically in his sight, and Joey felt it was indifferent.

He didn't care about this surprisingly panic scene.

He was immersed in the song, and his eyes continued to look at the next note.

Gradually, the scene before him began to change, not in his own home, but in a room from the fifteenth century in Europe.

The flames of the candles release the candlelight...

A thin man in his thirties was sitting in front of the desk. The candlelight illuminated the other person's side face. Joey saw that the other person's appearance was particularly similar to Mozart's portrait.

Could it be that what he saw before him was Mozart's original room?

Is this Vienna?

In the candlelight, Joey quietly watched the master in front of him writing a new creation, and the manuscript in his hand made Joey familiar.

That music score... Isn't the music score Mozart is creating the same as the Era of the King of Dust Robe in his hand?

In the candlelight, Joey also saw a vague figure on the side of Mozart.

The figure made him unable to see what it was.

A series of whispers could be heard from the vague whisper.

The figure wanted to communicate with Joey, but Joey couldn't hear clearly what the other person was saying.

But he could feel the other person's intention, as if he was welcoming Joey and asking him to join, is this an invitation? What should he do!

Joey swallowed deeply. He was not sure what was going on in front of him. The melody of the Era of the King of Dust Robes was still echoing in his ears, and his ten fingers seemed to be unable to stop.

He wanted to know whether the scene in front of him was the scene when Mozart was created. He had too many things he wanted to know. He expressed his willingness to the vague figure...

The melody finally ends.

Joey's fingers stopped beating, and his whole body was wet with cold sweat.

His mother applauded happily, and his father nodded at him with approval.

"Very good! It's worthy of being my mother's pride."

"It's really good, but we're really going to set off."

Joey looked at his parents' normal condition, and he looked at the time on the clock and it had passed twenty minutes...

He was not very clear, he said that he would accept the other party’s invitation but what would happen?

"Let's go, it's a long way from here to Austria..."

Joey replied naturally, "There are 8951 kilometers in total! Of course it must be a straight line!"

"What did you say?"

Joey was stunned for a moment. He was a little surprised. How could he know how far the distance from New York to Austria was? He had never learned it, but he felt that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind.

"Ahem...Don't forget to download a translation software. The official language of Austria is not English..."

Joey continued, "It's German, I know how to say it!"

Joey was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke a string of German in front of his parents' surprised expression, meaning 'I feel like I have just mastered a language, what's going on?'

His parents were also stunned. When did his son learn German?
Chapter completed!