The Black Duke of the Pirate

Mestre felt that the speed of blue light shining through was a bit dazzling, so he looked for the light and looked over. At that moment, he suddenly fell into a trance, and the refracted light seemed to shine into his heart, so he raised his head slightly and looked towards

Looking from the auditorium in the distance.

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

For some reason, he suddenly felt a strong repulsion in his heart, but the notes he originally prepared could not fall on the keys. This desire for repulsion made him completely unable to muster the energy to perform a solo for these strange audiences.

kindness……

Just as he was about to look away, Meister was slightly startled. He saw a young man sitting in the audience, and the man seemed to be smiling mysteriously.

"Why is he here?"

Mester couldn't help but think, feeling slightly nervous.

So with this sense of tension, he refocused his thoughts on the paused performance. He just wanted to end the performance as soon as possible and then leave the Seven Islands of Water.

The music played for a long time and finally ended. Waves of applause continued to come from the venue. The pause did not affect the enthusiasm of the audience.

For Meister, it doesn't matter whether there is applause from the audience, because in his opinion, no one from these audiences will really come for his music, and those people don't understand. In the final analysis, his music is just using

A tool to make money.

"The Chant of the Gods by Akula Ragna in Four Acts, No. 49 in Nocturne Major", his self-composed symphony could only be reduced to a tool for making money in the end.

Mestre suddenly felt tired. He had been living like this for five years, and maybe it was time to change his life.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have some new decisions in his mind.

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

Meister greeted the audience with a smile, and amid the endless applause from the venue, he walked backstage. After a while, the musicians near the stage also began to leave.

When Mestre left the stage, a large number of spectators kept shouting at him. Most people wanted to see him up close, but they were blocked by the guards. In this way, Mestre returned as quickly as possible.

Backstage.

Reinhard looked at the direction that Meister left, and followed him silently.

Concert hall backstage.

As soon as he entered the room, Meister immediately took the phone and started dialing: "Arrange manpower, I want to leave the Seven Islands of Water immediately."

Through Reinhard's gaze just now and his own intuitive feeling, Meister believed that his true identity had been exposed, so he must leave immediately.

He didn't want to take any chances.

After saying that, the people on the phone immediately went to arrange manpower. Meester hung up the phone and looked at the luggage around him for a while.

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

"

"Cancel it, Paul." Meester did not look back and continued to pack his bags. Paul was the leader of his management team and was responsible for all of Meester's performance activities.

"Don't make trouble, Mester. I have collected a lot of money. If you don't go, you will break the contract." Paul took out the cigar from his mouth, then blew out a puff of smoke and said with a frown.

Meister stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Paul, with a hint of indifference on his face: "You know, I don't like these. I have always been responsible for playing and conducting. As for the other things, they are all

Things you need to fix."

"Okay, okay... If you don't go, I won't go. I'll handle it. It's just compensation for liquidated damages. I've earned enough this time to compensate." Paul saw that Mester's expression seemed a little cold, so he smiled and said,

After all, we still have to rely on this guy Mester to make money.

In particular, he maintains a huge team of managers, and his daily expenses are very high. His biggest income comes from the concerts held by Meester, from which he uses various methods to make money.

"Then let's take a look at the itinerary. The next performance is in Carnival City Saint-Fadreau. Let's take a day off and then hit the road." Paul said immediately.

This high-intensity performance has been going on for several years.

Meister was silent for a while and then suddenly said: "How long have we been performing Japanese characters everywhere?"

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

"It's been five years..." Meister sighed slowly, seeming a little disappointed: "I'm a little tired of it."

"What are you tired of?" Paul was very puzzled as to what had happened to this guy.

"I don't want to play for other people anymore, so I'm going to...disband the Mestre Symphony Orchestra."

After hearing this, Paul looked at him in disbelief, and then said angrily: "You are crazy!!!"

"Did you know?" Meester breathed out lightly, and then commented with a serious look on the manager who had been with him for five years, "The music mixed with too much commercial nature has worn away my talent.

Just now, when I was performing a solo on the stage, my mind suddenly went blank. I couldn't think of anything, and I didn't want to think of anything. The notes in my heart seemed to have stopped."

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

"Do you know what this feels like?" Meister looked up at him, "The thing that I have always been most proud of and cherished, I am now watching it gradually disappear before my own eyes."

"What kind of talent has been exhausted, what kind of mind is blank, you are a talented musician, this situation cannot happen." Paul obviously did not elaborate on this statement, so he stared at Mestre again, "You are

Are you kidding me?"

Seeing Meister's silence, Paul continued: "I know you are very tired, so you can rest for a while, and I will cancel the concert at Saint Fadreux in Carnival City right away."

"Paul!" Meester shouted, "This is not a joke. Have you ever seen me joking?"

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

"You are trying to burn bridges!" Paul yelled angrily, "You idiot, bastard, you seem to have forgotten who brought you to your current position."

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