Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Atiras - the capital of art.

This unique city is located on the heart island of the Kanas River estuary 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 pay homage.

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 the port of Santos 20 kilometers away, leaving Conrad to watch the boat, and rented a small yacht instead.

The boat has just entered this wide estuary with a width of more than five kilometers along the coastline, and you can immediately feel the artistic atmosphere here.

Standing on the bow of the boat, Mark clearly saw all kinds of buildings full of artistic temperament on both sides of the estuary.

At Haikou, there are not many ships with large chimneys and black smoke, but more small and medium-sized sailboats. The blossoming white sails look very beautiful under the newborn sun.

The city of Atiras is the pearl on this wide estuary.

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

The wharf in St. Leiden, where the dead ghost Mark has been wandering all the year round, is a typical commercial wharf. In addition to seeing a large number of black smokey cargo ships, there are rows of tall and wide large wharf warehouses, noisy crowds, and a Batch after batch of large trucks.

This is not the case at the Port of Atiras. The piers facing the sea, except for a pier for large cruise ships, are all relatively small cruise ship piers.

The plank roads extending to the middle of the sea are as neat as combs, and they are painted with beautiful white paint.

The buildings near the pier are like notes on a staff, 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 Atiras, sir, are you here to play?"

After seeing such a yacht that your gentleman likes the most, and then seeing Mark standing on the bow of the boat, dressed in a black suit, with an outstanding appearance, and the girl next to him wearing a thick veil and a white lace dress. , the navigator of the port immediately realized that the big customer was coming.

Mark smiled slightly, but didn't answer.

Beside him, Helena, who was dressed like a housekeeper in a women's suit, stepped forward: "This is Master Mark Shakespeare, he and his female companion came to Attilas to be the muse as agreed. The goddess presents a new drama."

"Hey—" The navigator took a deep breath, and immediately became awestruck.

The Muses are one of the most frequently manifested gods in the world.

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

Of course, most of them have problems such as excess self-awareness, and they come up with a bunch of shit that doesn't make sense. Even the priests of the Goddess of Music can't pass the level and they will be brushed off.

But no one will underestimate these music students and drama students.

It's very simple, if it's a guy who can't even get enough to eat, who will give you a lot of time and money to do art?

Those who come are often rich or expensive.

Judging from the temperament of Mark and his girlfriend, they are definitely big people who are both rich and noble.

What's more, the word 'agreement' is very good, it sounds like the music goddess is looking for an outsider to make an appointment.

No matter how much, 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.

Generally speaking, each church has its own docks, and ships without their own emblems should never stop.

The dock supervisor is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is nothing more than a fanatic who has the title of dock manager.

Looking suspiciously at the pair of handsome men and beautiful women who stepped down from the pedal, feeling the noble temperament of each other, plus a female housekeeper who looked very sassy, ​​the music church steward did not dare to neglect.

"I'm Cameron Walker. Excuse me, two distinguished guests, why did you park the boat at the exclusive dock of the Music Church?" The steward bowed humbly and saluted.

The corner of Mark's mouth raised, in a very 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 Lonely Brave" Report it. Naturally someone will understand."

"Okay! Please go to the dock lounge for a while, and I'll report it right away."

Ten minutes later, Mark, Minnie and Helena sipped good black tea in the lounge, felt the melodious sea breeze, and looked at the tranquil sea.

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

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

Helena was surprised to see that the commotion passed from far to near, and along the way, I don't know how many music believers bowed down and bowed in surprise and panic.

Helena realized something. She was a little panicked. Originally, she was wearing a housekeeper's suit, and she felt uncomfortable when she was pressed by Mark to sit with her. Now she wanted to stand up and stand behind Mark.

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

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

Helena was so anxious that she was about to cry: even though she had heard Mark reveal that it seemed that a certain god had been dealt with in a play, she really didn’t know that Mark dealt with a real god! For mortals, the term "God" represents an infinitely lofty status and identity. How can you be so calm, Mark! ?

However, when the door to the lounge was opened by two priests with golden staves embroidered on their sleeves and bowed to greet them, Mark still did not stand up.

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

This act was somewhat rude, which made the priests of the church immediately look unhappy. Unfortunately, when they saw that their goddess was extremely enthusiastic, they immediately swallowed everything back in their stomachs.

"Oh! Dear Carbine *Cthulhu, is it really you!?" The beauty incarnated by the Goddess of Muse rushed over like a raging fire. Her beautiful voice, like an out-of-the-valley oriole, was at least two octaves higher than ordinary people's speech, but her every word gave the feeling of singing.

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

Mark calmly looked at the muse in reality.

He didn't know if this was the embodied soul avatar of the Muse, or it was possessed by a chosen person, but it looked pretty anyway.

A weapon full of violence, if it weren't for the gold chain in the shape of an eighth note [ ] on the neck, I felt like I could almost jump out of this fiery red low-cut evening dress with that delicate dress. With a melon face, fiery red hair and eyes, she is a typical musical beauty.

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

Her figure was so hot that Mark didn't dare to face her eyes and body, so he quickly lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyes.

[Do not look directly at God unless God allows it]!

Most of the time, the iron laws of this world apply.

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

Without raising his head, Mark could still feel a strange sight, not the kind that peeks into the hearts and souls of mortals, but the kind that stimulates the most primitive turmoil in the human body, the wonderful feeling that he can't wait to dance immediately just by looking at it. .

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

Someone cleverly withheld his surname, after all, music priests are not necessarily 100% reliable.

Unexpectedly, his words were interrupted by Goddess Barbara.

"You don't need to report your name. The names of mortals are meaningless in our eyes. Only after you prove your worth will you be eligible to be remembered by us." The female and seductive voice revealed that Inhuman coldness and arrogance.

Goddess Barbara has the right to speak like this, at least when the world is not in chaos, she has!

Mark was unmoved.

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

Looking up, it is just a kind of confidence, an attitude!

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

In a word, it shook the hearts of all present.

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