The Pirate: The Black Duke

"...Get up to practice the piano."

The gentle voice sounded again, although it had been yelled several times in a row, but this voice was not impatient at all.

After a while, a short teenager walked out of the house. After rubbing his eyes, the teenager gently rubbed the scattered long hair on his head.

"Mom, I don't want to practice piano anymore," said the young man, his immature face full of anger.

The young woman who was called her mother by the teenager was taken aback for a moment. She was wearing a simple long skirt with a few light red plum blossoms dotted with her hair high and her body exuding an elegant temperament.

"Why?" The woman came to the boy and asked with some doubts, her voice was very soft and nice.

"There is no reason, I hate music." The boy was a little angry and shouted loudly.

"Be obedient, Meister." The woman did not scold him, but looked at him with the calmest gaze and the softest smile. The boy gave a slight shock, then lowered his head, fingers hanging on his side, silent. language.

Seeing the silence of the teenager, the young woman turned and walked towards the window sill. Next to the window sill, he visited an old piano on which a dozen or so musical scores had been yellowed.

The woman turned on an extremely old piano, and then sat down, her white and beautiful palms were placed on the keys, and she began to play, and then the pleasant sound of the piano came.

Hearing the sound of the piano, the teenager was involuntarily attracted by Xi, then walked over and looked at the old piano that had accompanied him for many years with a slightly hot gaze.

"Do you like it?" At this moment the music stopped suddenly, and the woman turned to the teenager and asked, "Children must be honest, if they like it, like it, if they don't like it, don't like it."

"I like it." The boy answered immediately without hesitation. Every note from the piano seemed to be as close as blood flowing from him.

"I knew it." The woman laughed happily, so she got up from the piano position, and then said, "Mestre's man has the blood of music flowing in his bones."

"Mom, I want to practice "Travel on the Sea" created by Dad today."

After finishing his clothes and hair, the boy walked to the piano and sat down. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said to the young woman.

However, the woman smiled and shook her head: "You can't practice "Journey on the Sea" yet. You must first practice "Waltz Collection", "Prelude", "Improvisation", "Terrace", "Nocturne" and "Rhapsody". When you really understand the music played by the piano, you can practice "Travel by Sea."

"Oh..." the boy opened his mouth and said softly.

"Then go and play him, a thousand times, ten thousand times, countless repetitions, understand?" The young woman said again. At this time, although her words were still gentle and friendly, there was something that could not be refused. the taste of.

"If you want to become a music master, you have to practice hard. Every boy in the Mestre family will become a music master in the future, so you are no exception."

"I see, Mom." The boy replied in a low voice. Meister in his youth obviously couldn't understand the meaning of the word [Master]. He just repeated the practice every day.

But even so, he still can't play the tunes he wants, because all his energy has been used in practice over the years, especially the "Waltz Collection". He remembers that he has practiced it many times.

After speaking, the boy's ten slender and white fingers flicked on the keys. The sound of the piano was very soft and soft, and there was a refreshing feeling, like the spring breeze in the city.

The young woman calmly watched the boy playing, and the boy repeated, tirelessly practicing day after day and night after night.

"mom……"

At this time, a weak and deep voice rang again. It was different from the tender voice of the year. Meester lay in a pool of blood and muttered to himself. His consciousness was struggling at this time, and his eyes were full of pain. sad.

He seems to be crying?Silent tears.

Vaguely, Meister’s gaze seemed to have crossed the river of time, so he saw the flame rising into the sky like an evil phoenix breaking through the night, and the sea of ​​flames flared its teeth and claws, enclosing the sky, and then the whole The world was swallowed by flames.

Meester shook his body and finally retreated from the deep-hearted memory, so he saw Reinhardt clearly in front of him.

"Why didn't you do it?" Meister was a little puzzled, and Reinhardt didn't rush to understand his life.

Reinhardt watched him calmly, and he naturally saw the weird performance of Meester just now, as if he was caught in some painful memory.

"Is it thinking of painful memories?" he asked.

Meester did not answer directly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Then before you die, do you have any last wishes?" Reinhardt still seems not to give up, hoping to start from a certain aspect to let Meester play for him. After all, Meester is strong enough and has enough potential. .

"Last Wish..." Meister murmured, and then his eyes changed strangely, and endless hatred suddenly emerged, like a flame to swallow everything.

"My last wish... of course is to destroy Lei Ting!"

"Reding?" Reinhardt was stunned. It seemed that Mestre had a lot of hatred with this Reding.

"Leoding is a country in the new world. It is called the capital of music. The four seasons are like spring. My last wish is to completely destroy this country." There was a cold breath in Mestre's mouth. When he said this, he suddenly changed As if he was discouraged, he sighed slightly: "Forget it, you can't destroy Lei Ting, just pretend I didn't say it, do it."

He is ready to die at any time.

"Then you don't want to do it yourself one day?" Reinhardt didn't do it.

"Lei Ting is a member of the world government. Destroying Lei Ting means to be an enemy of the world government." Mestre's breath has already weakened a lot. It seems that Reinhardt doesn't need to take action, and death is very close.

"That's it... It seems that you were also a prisoner in Redding back then?" Reinhardt asked casually. He heard his agent Paul revealed that before Mestre was not famous, he was once a prisoner because of Paul. To be saved.

"Haha." Meester's sneer was the answer to him.

The two were silent, and the thinking in Reinhardt's mind turned, staring at Meester, who was nearly half-dead in front of him.

"World government?"