The Black Duke of the Pirate

"...get up and practice the piano."

The gentle voice sounded again. Although it had been shouted several times in succession, there was no trace of impatience in this voice.

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

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

The young woman whom the boy called his mother was slightly stunned. She was wearing a simple long skirt dotted with a few light red plum blossoms. Her hair was tied up high, and she exuded an elegant temperament.

"Why?" The woman came to the young man and asked with some confusion, 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, Mester." The woman did not reprimand him, but looked at him with the calmest eyes and the gentlest smile. The young man was slightly shocked, then lowered his head, with his fingers hanging by his side, silently.

language.

Seeing the boy's silence, the young woman turned and walked towards the window sill. Beside the window sill, she visited an old piano with more than a dozen yellowed music scores on it.

The woman casually opened an extremely old piano, then sat down, placed her fair and beautiful palms on the keys, and started playing, and then the sweet sound of the piano came over.

After hearing the sound of the piano, the young man was involuntarily attracted to it. Then he walked over and looked at the old piano that had been with him for many years with a slightly fiery look.

"Do you like it?" At this time, the music suddenly stopped, and the woman turned to the boy and asked, "Children should be honest. If you like it, you will like it. If you don't like it, you won't like it."

"I like it." The young man replied immediately without any hesitation. Every note emanating from the piano seemed as close to him as the blood flowing through his body.

"I knew it." The woman laughed happily, then stood up from the piano, and then said, "The men of the Meester family have music in their bones."

"Mom, I want to practice "Sea Journey" written by dad today."

The young man arranged his clothes and hair, 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 "Sea Journey" yet. You must first become proficient in practicing "Waltz Collection", "Prelude", "Impromptu", "Sordio", "Nocturne" and "Rhapsody".

Only when you really understand the music played by the piano can you practice "Sea Journey"."

"Oh..." The young man opened his mouth and said softly.

"Then play him, a thousand times, ten thousand times, countless times, do you understand?" the young woman said again. Although her words were still gentle and friendly, there was something that could not be rejected.

taste.

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

"I know, Mom." The boy replied in a low voice. As a boy, Mestre obviously did not understand the meaning of the word "Master". He just practiced repeatedly every day.

But even so, he still couldn't play the music he wanted to play, because all his energy had been spent on practicing over the years, especially "Waltz Collection". He remembered practicing it countless times.

After finishing speaking, the boy's ten slender white fingers began to play on the keys. The sound was very light and soft, with a refreshing feeling, as gentle as the spring breeze in this city.

The young woman just watched calmly as the boy played, and the boy repeated, tirelessly, and practiced day after day and night after night.

"Mother……"

At this time, a weak and deep voice sounded again. Different from the childish voice back then, Mestre was lying in a pool of blood mumbling to himself. His consciousness was struggling at this time, and his eyes were full of pain.

sad.

He seemed to be crying? Silently crying.

Vaguely, Mester's eyes seemed to have traveled through the river of time, and he saw the flame rising into the sky like an evil phoenix breaking through the night. The sea of ​​fire spread its teeth and claws, encompassing the sky, and then the entire sky.

The whole world was engulfed in flames.

Meister's body was shaken, and he finally got out of this memory buried deep in his heart, and then he saw clearly Reinhardt in front of him.

"Why haven't you taken action?" Meister was a little confused. Reinhardt in front of him was not anxious to take action to save his life.

Reinhard stared at him calmly, naturally seeing Meister's weird behavior just now, as if he was caught in some kind of painful memory.

"Are you thinking of painful memories?" he asked.

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

"Then what else do you have in mind before you die?" Reinhardt still seems to be unwilling to give up. He hopes to find some way to let Mestre work for him. After all, Mestre is strong enough and has enough potential.

.

"Last wish..." Mestre murmured to himself, and then his eyes changed strangely, and endless hatred suddenly emerged, like a flame that wanted to devour everything.

"My last wish...of course is to destroy Redding!"

"Retin?" Reinhardt was stunned. It seemed that Meister had a lot of hatred with this Reinhard.

"Redding is a country in the New World. It is called the capital of music. It is like spring all year round. My last wish is to completely destroy this country." Meester's mouth exuded a cold breath. When he said this, he suddenly

As if he was discouraged, he sighed softly: "Forget it, you can't destroy Redding, just pretend I didn't say anything and just do it."

He was always ready to die.

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

"Retin is a member of the World Government. Destroying Retin means becoming an enemy of the World Government." Meister's aura has weakened a lot. It seems that Reinhardt doesn't need to take action, and he is already very close to death.

"Is that so... It seems that you were also a prisoner in Reading back then?" Reinhardt asked casually, after hearing his agent Paul reveal that before Meester became famous, he was once a prisoner because of Paul.

Only then was he saved.

"Haha." He was answered with Mester's sneer.

The two of them were silent, and Reinhardt's thoughts were spinning as he stared at Meister, who was approaching a semi-dead state in front of him.

"World government?"