The Pirate: The Black Duke

Meester felt that the speed of the blue light shining over was a bit dazzling, so he looked for the light and looked at it. At that moment, he suddenly fell into a trance. The refracted light seemed to be shining into his heart, so he slightly raised his head and turned towards Look at the auditorium in the distance.

In the audience, countless eyes stared at him with different emotions, which was very different from the previous crazy performance. What these people showed in their eyes were doubts, anger, and sneers...

For some reason, he suddenly felt a strong repulsion in his heart, but how could the original notes fail to fall on the keys. This repulsive desire made him completely unable to lift the energy to perform solo for these strange audiences.

Yep……

When he was about to withdraw his gaze, Meester was taken aback for a moment. He saw a young man sitting in the auditorium, and the man seemed to be showing a mysterious smile.

"Why is he here?"

Meester couldn't help thinking, slightly nervous.

So with this sense of tension, he re-invested his thoughts into the paused performance. Now he just wants to end the performance as soon as possible, and then leave the Seven Islands of Water.

The music rang for a long time and finally ended. The audience continued to applaud, and the pause did not affect the enthusiasm of these audiences.

For Mestre, it doesn’t matter whether there is applause from these audiences, because in his opinion, no one of these audiences will really come to his music, and those people don’t understand. In the final analysis, his music is only used Tools to make money.

In "Dark Night Major No. 49, Chapter 4, Act Four, Acura Ragnar's Chanting of the Gods", his own symphony can only be reduced to a tool for making money.

Mestre suddenly felt bored. Five years have passed since he played around like this. Maybe it's time to change his life.

Thinking of this, there seemed to be some new decisions in his mind.

What followed was still a normal music symphony, and the concert finally ended at about eight o'clock in the evening.

Meester smiled and greeted the audience. Amid the prolonged applause, he walked toward the backstage. After a while, the musicians near the stage also began to exit.

When Mestre exited, a large number of spectators kept shouting over Mestre. Most of them wanted to see him up close, but they were blocked by the guards, so Mestre returned as quickly as possible. The background.

Reinhardt looked at the direction Mestre was leaving, and followed silently.

Concert hall backstage.

As soon as he entered the room, Meister immediately called with the phone bug: "Arrange for manpower, I want to leave the Seven Islands of Water immediately."

Based on Reinhardt's gaze and his own intuitive feelings, Meester believed that his true identity had been exposed, so he had to leave immediately.

He didn't want to take a risk.

After speaking, the people on the phone worm immediately arranged for manpower. Meister hung up the phone worm and looked around on the luggage for a while.

"Great musician, what are you doing?" At this time, a middle-aged man with a cigar came in. He saw Meester packing his bags and seemed puzzled. "There will be a fan meeting later. "

"Cancel, Paul." Meester did not look back, continuing to clean up his luggage. Paul is the leader of his agent team and is responsible for all the performances of Meester.

"Don't make trouble with Meester, I've collected a lot of money. If you don't go, you will be in breach of contract." Paul took the cigar out of his mouth, and then vomited a puff of smoke, frowned.

Meester stopped his movements and turned his head to look at Paul, with a hint of indifference on his face: "You know, I don't like these. I've always only been responsible for playing and directing. As for the others, they are Things you need to solve."

"Okay, okay... If you don't go, don't go, I'll deal with it. Isn't it just compensation for liquidated damages? This time I earned enough compensation." Seeing Meester's expression seemed a little cold, Paul said with a smile. After all, you still have to rely on Meester to make money.

In particular, he raises a huge team of agents, and his daily expenses are very high. His biggest income depends on the concerts held by Mestre, from which he uses various methods to make money.

"Then let's take a look at the itinerary. The next stop will be in San Fadru, Carnival City. Let's get on the road after a day off." Paul said immediately.

This kind of intense performance has been going on for several years.

Meester was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "How long have we played the Japanese characters around?"

Paul was stunned for a moment: "How do you ask this?" He looked at Meester's gaze, and then said: "It's been five years..."

"It's been five years..." Meester sighed slowly, seemingly disappointed: "I'm a little tired."

"What are you tired of?" Paul was very puzzled, what the hell was going on with this guy.

"I don't want to play for others, so I want to... disband the Meister Symphony Orchestra."

Hearing this, Paul looked at him incredulously, and then angrily said: "You are crazy!!!"

"Did you know?" Meester sighed softly before commenting on the agent who had been with him for five years with a serious gaze, "Too much commercial music has wiped out my talents. Just now, when I was playing solo on stage, my mind suddenly went blank. I couldn't remember anything, and I didn't want to remember anything. The notes in my heart seemed to have stopped."

That is from the most primitive resistance in the blood notes, so strong.

"Do you know what it feels like?" Meister looked up at him. "The thing I have been most proud of and cherished, I am watching it fade away."

"You are a genius musician and you are a genius musician. This is impossible." Paul obviously didn't elaborate on this statement, so he stared at Meester again, "You are Are you kidding me?"

Seeing Mestre's silence, Paul continued: "I know you are tired, so you can rest for a while, and I will immediately cancel the concert at San Fadru in Carnival City."

"Paul!" Meester yelled, "This is not a joke, have you seen me joking?"

After hearing this, the cigar in Paul's hand fell in vain, and he felt that everything was over.

"You are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!" Paul roared angrily, "You idiot, bastard, seem to have forgotten who brought you to this position."

At this moment, the ugliness in human nature was fully brought out by him. The face-changing Paul not only spoke viciously, but also seemed not to let Meister go.