Devil's Music

The day after Gunn and Ilysher Usmanov met Arthur in Ambleside.

Arthur packed up and moved to London. Ilysher Usmanov offered him expenses such as hotels and meals, and the workshop decided to take advantage of the designer's office.

I returned to the United States because I could not be there until the prototype was completed, but I exchanged my phone number with Arthur and promised to contact him afterwards. Arthur mutters as if distracted after receiving a phone number.

“I, I got Kay's phone number……. ”

Arthur laughs brightly at the unbelievable phone call in front of Gun.

Gun passed on his request to Arthur before returning to the United States, and that afternoon he and his companions returned to the United States by plane.

Arthur walked downtown London on his way back to the hotel to his designer's office, recalling a conversation a moment ago and frowning.

“Learning drums? What the hell are you talking about? ”

As soon as the case returns, Ilysher Usmanov calls and gives him the location of the institute and time for a drum lesson.

“Why do I ask a watchmaker to learn drums? I don't get it. ”

Arthur opened his eyes and laughed, looking around the city of London, where it was a little wet.

“Whatever! I'm working hard on a prototype so I can get Ilyshire Usmanov's investment! Kay's investment is already decided, so let's make it right one more time! ”

Arthur leaps into town, thinking about his hopes, and heads to the designer's office. At that time, Shizuka, who was sitting next to the first class of airplanes headed to the United States and listening to music, pulled her earphones out of her ears and looked at the case.

“Why did you tell that Arthur guy to learn drums? ”

I was a little sleepy, but my eyes opened, and I smiled a little.

“He's got a metronome in his system. ”

Shizuka opens her eyes wide and asks.

“What do you mean, that's it? What do you mean, there's a metronome in the human body? ”

The gun is flimsy.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock. The metronome is in my head. ”

Shizuka rolled her eyes and thought about it and asked.

“Are you saying you have a good rhythm? ”

The gun still smiles with a finger.

“It's not just brilliant. Atomic watches and speed dials. What happens when someone like that hits the drum? ”

Shizuka said, thinking of Arthur in her head.

“Can you play with the right beats? ”

“Hehe, is that all? Drums are the leader of the band. A lot of guitarists and vocals lead because they're composing, not because they're at the center of it. The guitar, the vocals, they're all playing and singing on drum beats, and that's the most important thing. ”

“Well, yes. Otherwise, all the musicians wouldn't be practicing with a metronome. ”

“Yes, that's why I told you to learn. ”

Kevin's head pops out from behind them.

“What? You're hiring drummers? She's my wife. You should talk to me! ”

The gun smiles and looks up at his head.

“You're Montana, Kevin. ”

Kevin grabs his head and says,

“Montana! But when you start a band, I'm the bassist! Okay?”

“Puhu, really? ”

“I'm sorry about Carlos, but that's what I decided! I promise you, I'm your bassist! ”

As he stretches his fingers childishly, Kevin's fingers clasp behind his neck, then twist his legs and smile.

“Mmm-hmm! What should I do?”

Kevin puts a choke around his neck in the back.

“Promise me!! If you don't, I'll die here with you! ”

“Hahaha, okay, okay. ”

Kevin sticks out his pinkie with a thoughtful look, making sure it wasn't a prank.

“I promise.”

When Shizuka smiles and makes a promise, this time Shizuka sticks out her pinky.

“Keyboards are always my thing. ”

“Haha, okay. ”

Kevin slaps his chin against the elbow of the chair after making a smile about what he promised Shizuka.

“But he's a watchmaker, and if he's invested, he'll be busy with business. Do you have time to learn drums and record or perform? No, do you want to do that? ”

The gun is still single and twitching.

“Huhu, do you know what happens when someone with a metronome hits the drum? ”

Kevin looks down at the case and asks.

“What happens? ”

I smiled as I moved my gaze into the clouds that I saw outside the airplane window.

“It's driving me crazy. It's going to be unbearable until the beats in your body come out right, and that's going to lead to effort. ”

Shizuka, who was listening quietly, asked curiously.

“Does it hurt? What if the music hurts? ”

“Hehe, don't worry, if you try and recreate the beats on your body, you'll feel even more joyful. ”

Kevin asked me with a look on his face that he still doesn't understand.

“No, I understand what it takes to practice hard, but should I join the band properly? He's busy taking care of his own business. ”

The case said with a worry-free face.

“Huhu, that's the end of the conversation with Ilysher Usmanov. ”

“What's the story? ”

“Hehe, you don't have to know. ”

“Ahhhh!! I'm dying to know! Tell me quickly!"

Stewardess approaches as Kevin yells.

“Ma'am, I'm interrupting something. Please be seated and keep your voice down. ”

Kevin bows his head to the stewardess and whispers to the side of the seat.

“Speak up! I can't sleep! ”

“Puhahahaha!!! ”

“Don't smile, hurry! ”

With a playful smile, you turn to the other side of Kevin and turn to Shizuka. Shizuka closed her eyes for a moment.

“I'm going to sleep, Shizuka, too. ”

Kevin crashes behind him, but Shizuka is unable to take his eyes off the closed face of the case until it finally happens.

Meanwhile, Ilysher Usmanov escorts a few wacky guests to her mansion and returns to her study. He followed me to the library and saw the old butler with his coat.

“Look for a professional CEO. ”

The old butler bows slightly.

“I understand.”

“I wish I had a jeweler or a watchmaker. ”

“Yes, I will. ”

“How's the gold purchase going? ”

“I keep buying them. By the way, you can get a tax bomb at the end of the year if you buy it in the form of a gold bar. Are you sure you want to do this? ”

“Ah, it's okay. Pay all the taxes. Clean it up. You'll regret it if you don't accept it later. ”

The old butler raised his head slightly and gave me a curious look.

“Yes? To whom are you transferring? ”

“You don't have to worry about it. Just care about getting it right. ”

“Oh, yes, I understand. And……. ”

Ilysher Usmanov turns his head to a blurry old butler.

“And?”

The old servant looked around and said in a low voice that no one was eavesdropping for a moment.

“The CIA is behind us for hitting Thingzhou. ”

Ilysher Usmanov's expression stiffens.

“Why the CIA? It's not Chinese security. ”

“Something's got to be connected to Thing Chiu. ”

He nods to see if he's made up his mind for a moment.

“Call Peter Handerson, the attorney general of the Crown Prosecution Service. ”

“Yes, I'll be ready right away. ”

The old butler went out and reviewed the International Fencing Union paperwork on his own by Ilysher Usmanov. With a magnifying glass, he looked at his attendants for more than an hour, heard the door open and said without raising his head.

“Is the phone connected? ”

Illysher Usmanov, who was impressed by the unanswered opponent's reaction, lifts her head and hardens. Ilysher Usmanov stutters and opens his mouth, trying to take a slight step back by making fun of his stumbling feet in a seated position.

“Why, why... if you didn't do anything wrong, why again...?" ”

You can see Pymon standing single in a fresh purple suit in his eyes. Pymon takes off his leather gloves and whistles as he looks around his office.

“Hehe, you must have a lot of money. ”

Pymon, who was touching things in the library as comfortably as a house, sat down on a black leather couch smiling as he looked at Ilysher Usmanov who was fixating his gaze with a tense expression.

“Well done on this one, I'm very pleased. ”

Ilysher Usmanov sighs of relief, but says without loosening the tension.

“Thank you…. ”

Pymon sits comfortably on the couch with his arm strapped to his armrest.

“I think you need to do one more thing. ”

Ilysher Usmanov raises her head in half and asks.

“W-what? ”

Pymon raises his hand and gently moves his hand as he paints in the air, revealing an illusion in front of Ilysher Usmanov's eyes.

Many people saw Kay singing guitar in there, Kevin sweating his base guitar around him, and Shizuka closing her eyes and playing the piano with a happy face.

At the end of the fantasy of not knowing where the audience was, Arthur was sitting on a huge drum set, beating like crazy.

Exactly.

As Pymon flicks his fingers, the vision disappears like a lie. Ilysher Usmanov, looking at the air with a silly look on his face, smiles faintly as she looks at Pymon.

“See? The watchmaker, take care of him so he doesn't miss class. ”

“Yes… yes!! Oh, I see. ”

“Okay, how's the gold collection going? ”

“Yes, yes! ”

“Yes, work hard, because I'm going to tell the Hell's Advisor a few words. ”

“Go, thank you! ”

“Hehe, there's much to be thankful for. ”

Pymon's body suddenly snaps off. Illysher Usmanov, who was gazing blankly at the rising couch with a batch of black smoke, hurriedly stood up, took away the painting behind the desk and pressed the password to the vault.

It was Ilysher Usmanov who looked a little relieved when a gold bar filled with vaults opened his eyes.

He looks at the safe and calms his mind. As he hears the door reopening, he is surprised to play.

“Rrrrgh!!! What else? ”

Behind the open door, a surprised old servant holds out his head with a phone.

“Ah… I got a phone call from Chief Inspector Peter Handerson……. ”

Ilysher Usmanov wipes her cold sweat and rubs her face red.

“Give me your phone and get out. ”

The old butler who handed me the phone left the library, closed the door, and sighed.

“You're getting weirder these days...... I need to talk to my doctor. ”