Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 167 The Uninvited Goddess

In the waves, the Caribbean slowly heaves and falls.

Moonlight is like water, beauty is like water.

Rosalin lay prone on the table, and everything she saw: a bottle of royal red wine worth tens of thousands of Wright dollars, an antique gold gramophone worth six figures, and authentic masterpieces hanging on the walls that cannot be bought with money.

Feeling the impact of the torrential waves, Rosalin was a little fascinated.

……

After a long time, Mark asked: "Why are you wearing an old military uniform? I think you actually like this suit very much. Although it is old, you have preserved it very well."

Rosalin curled her lips: "Don't you Wright people like this tone? When Emperor Andrew V of Wright conquered the Bolivar Empire, the last emperor of Bolivar was wearing a military uniform and was pushed aside by the Wright guards. The queen changed her surname."

Mark is embarrassed.

Uniform play is a good civilization.

But he really didn't expect it to turn out like this.

This is a big misunderstanding.

Mark raised his forehead, but he still decided to speak out.

"Rosalin, obviously you misunderstood. I saved you purely because I discovered that your soul has a very rare [immortality] characteristic. This is the same as the demon god in the bottomless abyss, which is indestructible and can only be sealed." It makes sense. For an existence with immortality, even if you kill him, his soul with strong resentment will not dissipate. As long as there are only a few left, they will be resurrected into terrifying demons and even demon generals."

Hearing Mark tell the truth, or even turn a corner and scold her that death is more troublesome than life, not to mention how wonderful Rosalind's expression is.Because she thought that the other party knew her good name, she tried every means to plot against her, threatening her with the lives of tens of millions of people, and she had to wrong herself for the sake of the people, thinking that she would serve the wolf with her body for the rest of her life.

Now it's all right, she has done so much hypnosis and psychological construction for herself, but in the end it turned out to be a big oolong?

It's okay if Mark fooled her, but Rosalin knew that it was very likely to be true.

She has been hiding her strength for a long time.

That's right, she is the legendary weak woman with speed and double S, her strength is as low as Sequence 5.

She has been stubborn since she was a child, and her willpower is even more amazing.

It would not be uncommon for such a woman to be publicly executed by the empire with great resentment, buried with a group of executed rebels, and to cultivate a powerful demon in a few years.

Looking at her pure white pants that were dyed red, Rosalin suddenly felt like crying: "I, what am I doing?"

"This, maybe it's the so-called [fate] tricking people." Mark didn't want to say that he was the predator of fate.

After lowering her hair for a few seconds, Rosalin raised her head and said with a wry smile, "Then what shall we do now?"

Mark stepped forward and gently lifted her sharp chin: "You said you would try to like me, has there been any change now?"

Feeling the hot breath from Mark's nose, Rosalind rarely dared to look at Mark: "As long as you don't participate in the persecution of the people of Bolivar, you can at least gain my loyalty."

Mark covered his conscience and smiled: "That's fine, I don't have the habit of sending women out."

Rosalind nodded, concentrating, showing a charming expression on her face for the first time, like a flower blooming in the light mist...

When Mark woke up the next day, he suddenly found that there were many new faces on the way from his bedroom to the dining room.

Every 10 steps, there is a Bolivar maid with a first-class figure and appearance, standing there pretty.

That appearance, that demeanor, one can tell at a glance that they are not from ordinary people.

"They are..." Mark turned his head to look at the three daughters of Yaldai who were following behind.

Rarely, the three girls lowered their heads in shame, not daring to answer.Leaving aside the race, the three of them were immediately compared in terms of hardware.

Instead, Rosalin, who changed into a dress and followed Mark, quietly pulled LaMarque's sleeves, blushed, and whispered, "Master, the one on the left is the eldest daughter of Count Fernandez, and the one on the left is..."

Got it!
Dare to feel that all the nobles in Bolivar have sent their daughters here, and gave them to Mark at the pier.

If you don’t ask, you don’t know, but after asking, you find out that it was the local nobleman of Bolivar who went to visit Albert, the real speaker in the future. Bishop Albert recommended this very understandingly.

Now it's all right, it's hard to return Mark's goods.

He retired the man, and the Bolivar nobles would think too much when they turned back, which would not be conducive to Albert's missionary work.

During breakfast, Princess Marianne and the daughter of the Duke of Yolanda, who were sitting on Mark's left, were surprised to find a new member sitting opposite.

Rosalin was sitting next to Helena. Although she had short hair, it didn't prevent her from wearing a small bun behind her head.

This morning, the princess was not in a good mood...

It's a pity that she won't have the time to worry about this soon.Because after breakfast, the muse came running again.

In the spacious dining room, there was a burst of melodious music suddenly, not only did not cover up the music of the gramophone, but also stuck in the music point like a harmony, and echoed.

Notes on the score popped out of thin air, like petals flying all over the sky, which is truly beautiful.

In the midst of each note, an extremely elegant and beautiful figure appeared.

"Hey! Mark, I heard from my believers that you have composed a new song? You are not kind! I have clearly said that if you have a new song, you will repeat my god's name in your heart, or notify my believers. I'll come over as soon as possible." The fiery red goddess incarnation is the most eye-catching presence on the cruise ship.

Mark frowned.

have to!He accidentally produced "Turkish March", and it turned out that the music on the gramophone was probably heard by the believer of the goddess of music named Elaine, and then reported it.

Denial is meaningless.

His gramophone was still playing when the muse descended suddenly.

Old Mark blushed: "I haven't finished it completely, so I didn't notify you."

"It's not finished? Well, it really is." Muse's fiery eyes were full of light, and she was delighted when she heard this brisk tune.Of course, being knowledgeable, she immediately realized that this is also an opera. In the language of music, the endless narrative style made her understand that this is indeed one of the passages.

Mark had a terrible headache, and somehow he lied.

The tune of "Turkish March" can be recognized even by non-classical music fans on the earth.It's just too famous.

The problem is, this piece composed by Le Saint Beethoven is part of the opera "The Ruins of Athens".The background of the story is the Greek gods on Earth.It also involves the Muse, the Greek god of art.

This Muse is not the Muse.

The priesthood is similar, but the Greek muse is the god of art, and the muse here is only the god of music.It just so happened to have the same name, but the spelling of the name and the pronunciation in Wright are different.

How did you ask Ma * Wen Chao Gong * Ke to get this opera out?
Someone has a big head.

The muse didn't hesitate, she pressed her slender fingers on Mark's shoulder, and her flaming red lips came close to Mark's ear and said softly, "But, even if it's an audition, you should come to me. Your two operas are nice, but I will still get tired of listening to them too much!"

The goddess's coquettish tone like a clingy little girlfriend, and her obsessed look, if you don't know that she has this virtue when she encounters a good song, if you say that she has no super-friendship with Mark, then who would believe it?
Mark smiled wryly and pretended to be a wooden man, while cursing in his heart: This goddess is outrageous!How do you look like those readers who urge novels to be updated, wishing to lock the author in a small dark room to code for 16 hours a day?
Those hard-working online novel writers can still say that they have no inspiration. I, Mark, am just a copywriter. I have no inspiration, what a fart!
It's a pity that the Muse is just a sound idiot, and he's not Beethoven Benfen, so satisfying her infinitely, he was hollowed out within a few days.

He could only smile wryly and submissively: "I still have the task of killing evil and demons, Goddess, please let me go."

He still didn't know that the goddess' obsessive appearance made all the new girls look stupid.

Of course they knew that this powerful Extraordinary was still the number one opera writer at the time, but they were still able to do so among the goddesses, and they hadn't seen a second one in at least a hundred years.

When the true god came, they didn't dare to show their atmosphere.In addition to being intimidated by the divine power of the goddess, what shocked them even more was that Mark could talk to the goddess so calmly when facing a true god.

If it were them, they would definitely not be able to speak easily.

No, I haven't finished talking.

Everything in the restaurant is flying in place in an eerie way, and they are dancing to the music on the gramophone.

After dancing for ten seconds, another proud figure appeared. She was Barbara, the goddess of dancing with the muse's close friend.

Barbara flicked her long, wavy hair, raised her head and said, "Why, there's something good again this time?"

"Barbara, listen to this, listen to this..."

The dancing goddess was really moved on the spot.

The two goddesses dragged Mark like they were shopping, and 'poisoned' all his manuscripts. After confirming that Mark hadn't finished writing, they pointed to the music and dance believers on board before reluctantly disappearing into the in the air.

In Mark's eyes, it was two press madmen who were causing trouble.

In the eyes of others, this is an out-and-out divine favor.

Even Rosalin said quietly afterwards: "Although I have received strict training in music, dance and opera, there is still a long way to go before I become a vase in your family!"

So Mark had to touch his conscience and swear: "Maybe you don't believe it, opera or something is really a sideline for me. When I'm unhappy, I won't even talk to those two guys."

It's so bold to call the majestic goddess the name of "guy", it really stunned Rosalin.

In any case, after the news spread secretly, the big families of Bolivar all sharpened their heads and wanted to send their daughters to the ship as maids.

well!I am dignified [Great Caribbean], can anyone who wants to get on the boat?

(End of this chapter)