Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 100 Let the music speak!
Attilas - the capital of art.

This unique city is located on the island in the middle of the river at the mouth of the Kanas River on the east coast of the Wright Empire.

It attracts nearly one million tourists every year, and tens of thousands of art students from all over the world come here to worship.

Because the artistic atmosphere here is so strong, it also attracted a large group of neutral gods to set up the church headquarters here.

Mark and the others parked the [Mechanical Ascension] at Santos Harbor 20 kilometers away, leaving Conrad to watch the ship, and rented a small yacht instead.

As soon as the boat sails along the coastline into this wide estuary with a width of more than five kilometers, you can immediately feel the artistic atmosphere here.

Standing on the bow of the boat, Mark could clearly see various artistic buildings on both sides of the estuary.

In Haikou, there are not many ships with big chimneys and black smoke, but more small and medium-sized sailboats.Blossoming white sails look very beautiful under the light of the newborn sun.

And Attilas City is the pearl on this wide estuary.

The Hexin Island is about three kilometers wide toward the mouth of the river, and gradually narrows toward the inland river, forming a river center city with a total area of ​​about 10 square kilometers.

The pier of St. Layton City, where the dead Mark hangs around all the year round, is a typical commercial pier. Apart from seeing a large number of cargo ships emitting black smoke, there are rows of tall and wide large wharf warehouses, noisy crowds, and a lot of people. Batch after batch of large trucks.

In Port Attilas, there is no such situation at all. The wharves facing the sea, except for a wharf for berthing large cruise ships, are all relatively small cruise ship wharves.

The plank roads extending to the middle of the sea are as neat as a comb and painted with beautiful white paint.

The buildings near the pier are like musical notes on a stave, full of spirals and curves.

The hard straight lines that represent modern industry are barely visible here.

As soon as the cruise ship approached the port, a small guide boat approached.

"Welcome to beautiful Attilas, sir, are you here to play?"

After seeing such a yacht that is your favorite group coming, and then seeing Mark standing on the bow, wearing a black suit, and the handsome girl next to him wearing a thick veil and a white lace dress , The port navigator immediately realized that a big customer was coming.

Mark smiled, but didn't answer.

Beside him, Helena, who was wearing a women's suit and dressed like a housekeeper, stepped forward: "This is Master Mark Shakespeare. He and his girlfriend came to Attilas to be the Muse as agreed. The goddess presents a new play."

"Hiss—" the navigator gasped, and immediately stood in awe.

The Muses are among the most frequently manifested deities in the world.

Every year, many pretentious music and drama students try to attract the attention of the muse by creating a piece of music or a play.

Of course, most of them have problems such as excessive self-awareness, and they make a bunch of nonsense stuff, even if they can't pass the level of the priest of the Goddess of Music, they will be brushed out.

But no one underestimates these music and drama students.

It's very simple, if you are a guy who can't even eat enough, who will have a lot of time and money to make art for you?
Those who come are often either rich or expensive.

Judging from the temperament of Mark and his female companion, they are definitely big men who value both wealth and honor.

What's more, the word 'promise' is wonderful, it sounds like the Goddess of Music is looking for an outsider to make an appointment.

Regardless of the amount, the navigator immediately led the yacht obediently, and went directly to the exclusive pier of the Goddess of Music.

This matter immediately alarmed the people of the Goddess of Music Sect.

Generally speaking, the piers of each church are exclusive, and ships without their own emblems should never stop here.

The dock supervisor is a middle-aged man in his 30s. He is just a fanatic and holds the title of dock steward.

Looking suspiciously at a pair of handsome men and beautiful women who stepped down from the pedals Shi Shiran, feeling the noble temperament of each other, plus a housekeeper who looks very sassy, ​​the music church steward dare not neglect.

"I'm Cameron Walker. May I ask, two distinguished guests, why did you stop the boat at the exclusive pier of the Music Church?" The steward bowed humbly.

The corner of Mark's mouth raised, and in an extremely confident tone: "Mark Shakespeare, at the invitation of the Muse, came to present a brand new opera that I spent two weeks creating. Don't worry about the rest, just put the words "The Lone Brave" Report it. Naturally, someone will understand."

"Okay! Please go to the pier lounge for a short rest first, and I will report it right away."

Ten minutes later, Mark, Minnie and Helena were sipping fine black tea in the lounge, feeling the melodious sea breeze, and looking at the tranquil sea.

This kind of vacation-like feeling is really easy to ignore. This is a world full of weirdness and ghosts.

But at this moment, a commotion caught Mark's attention.

Helena was surprised to see that the commotion spread all the way from far to near, and along the way, many music believers bowed down in surprise and panic.

Helena realized something, she was a little flustered, she was wearing a butler suit, and she felt uncomfortable when Mark held her down to attend, but now she wanted to stand up and stand behind Mark.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to make a move, Mark pressed the back of her hand.

Mark smiled: "No matter who she is, she is begging me now, not me begging her."

Helena was so anxious that she was about to cry: Even though she had heard from Mark that it seemed that a certain god was dealt with in a play, she really didn't know that what Mark had dealt with was a real god!For mortals, the term god represents an infinitely lofty status and status. Mark, how can you be so calm! ?
However, when the door of the lounge was opened by two priests with golden stave notes embroidered on their sleeves and bowed to greet them, Mark still did not stand up.

It wasn't until the two stunning beauties appeared at the gate that Mark led Minnie and Helena to stand up, but even bowed, it was only a slight bow of 30 degrees.

This behavior was somewhat rude, which immediately made the priests of the church look displeased.It's a pity that when they saw the extreme enthusiasm of their goddess, they immediately swallowed everything in their stomachs.

"Oh! Dear carbine Cthulhu, it's really you!?" The beautiful woman in the form of the muse rushed over like a raging fire.That beautiful voice, like an oriole out of the valley, is at least two octaves higher than ordinary people's speech, but every word she articulates gives people the feeling that she is singing.

It's just that Mark raised his eyebrows: Sure enough!When you make up a fake name, you should make up a human name.Since Basatan really exists in this world, I don't know if the old man Cthulhu will cross the void and come along the network cable to kill him.

Mark quietly looked at the muse in reality.

He didn't know if it was the soul clone of the muse, or it was possessed by a chosen one, but it looked pretty anyway.

The murder weapon full of violence, if not for the pendant on the neck, which is a gold chain in the shape of an eighth note [], it feels like I could almost jump out of this fiery red low-cut evening dress, paired with that delicate The oval face, fiery red hair and eyes are typical musical beauties.

Without waiting for Mark to say anything, she suddenly pulled over another beautiful black-haired and wavy beauty with wheat-colored skin and an even hotter figure.

Her figure was so hot, Mark was a little afraid to look directly at her eyes and body, and quickly lowered his head slightly and lowered his gaze.

【Unless God allows, do not look directly at God】!
Most of the time, the iron laws of this world apply.

"Carb, this is the famous [God of Dance] Barbara!"

Without raising his head, Mark could still feel a strange sight, not the kind that can peek into the hearts and souls of mortals, but the kind that stimulates the most primitive commotion in the human body, the wonderful feeling of wanting to dance immediately just by being looked at .

Mark had to bite the bullet and argue: "Actually, the great master of music, my name is Mark."

Someone cleverly concealed his surname. After all, music priests may not be 100% reliable.

Unexpectedly, his words were interrupted by the goddess Barbara.

"You don't need to declare your name. A mortal's name is meaningless in our eyes. Only when you prove your worth, can you be qualified to be remembered by us." The female and seductive voice revealed Inhuman coldness and arrogance.

Goddess Barbara has the qualifications to speak like this, at least she did when the world was not in chaos!
Mark was unfazed.

He raised his head, his eyes seemed to be looking at this hot goddess, but the focus of his eyes was not on her at all.

Looking up is just a kind of self-confidence and an attitude!

The smile on his face made him seem to be shining in the eyes of other priests.

In a word, it shocked the souls of all the beings present.

"Nonsense is useless, let [music] do the talking!"

(End of this chapter)