The Black Duke of the Pirate

However, the silence did not last long and was broken by Meister's calm voice.

"Since you know, then keep talking."

Meister pointed his baton at the man who just spoke.

The man was stunned for a moment, and there was a look of panic in his eyes. He seemed to be very afraid of Meister's calm and sharp light, so there was a trace of panic in his eyes and he began to stutter: "You... you are Meister."

Ste...the king of music in paradise."

"Still..." He stopped here because he saw Mestre showing a weird smile and was slightly startled.

Meister turned to him with a smile on his face and asked.

"Or what? Keep talking."

"You are still a subordinate of Shichibukai [Black Duke] Reinhardt."

After hearing this, everyone was surprised. What were Shichibukai's subordinates doing here?

Although I don’t know the specific situation, it is definitely not a good thing.

"It's not a secret!" Meester chuckled, "Redding, the city of music...is world-famous, and we are here...of course for tourism."

After he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of gentle footsteps on the stage.

Ta,ta,ta.

The footsteps are crisp and clear, getting closer and closer.

"You rude fellows are not welcome in Reading."

At this time, a slightly deep voice came over at the same time, accompanied by the clicking of footsteps.

After hearing this voice, Mestre was not too surprised. As if he had expected it, he laughed in a low voice without caring: "After sleeping for so long, it's time to wake up."

He knew who the man was and felt a strong sense of excitement in his heart. After waiting for so many years, he was finally here.

"It turns out it's really you."

After the man walked in, he showed a surprised expression when he saw Mester's appearance. He seemed to recognize Mester's true identity.

The audience also saw the figure at the same time. The man who suddenly appeared on the stage was none other than the genius conductor Bertolt Victor, the king of music in Reading.

At this time, he was wearing a black evening gown, standing in front of Meister with his tall and tall figure and slender limbs. The two men had similar figures and clothing, but they were completely different in temperament.

Victor is dressed with long hair, and his whole body exudes an elegant literary atmosphere all the time. He looks like a born noble, exuding a gentle and comfortable atmosphere, and has qualities that make people want to get close to him.

Meister is different. Although his body is similar to Victor's, the aura exuding from his whole person is extremely offensive. Although his eyes always have a calm smile, if you observe carefully, there is still a trace of something deep in his eyes.

There is an icy coldness that cannot be melted, and a looming ferociousness.

"So what if it's me?"

Victor didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in Mestre's mouth, and was busy adjusting the cuffs of his evening dress. Then he looked up at Mestre and said slowly: "It is impolite to force others to sleep, Mace."

special!"

"Your appearance has changed a lot. No wonder I felt very familiar when I saw you for the first time, but I didn't recognize it was you at all."

"Really?" Mester sneered, "It's not that simple when I come back this time. I want you to sleep forever."

Hearing these words with infinite murderous intent, Victor glanced at Mestre and said, "It seems that he is coming back with revenge."

"Do you want to die with the veil of hypocrisy lifted in front of the entire audience, or do you want to die quietly in the dark?"

"Those are the only two choices you have."

"You and your father are exactly the same." Victor said with a cold smile, "The same innocence and ridiculousness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gleaming long sword appeared in Victor's hand. The long sword reflected the cold light and stabbed towards Meister as fast as lightning.

Seeing Victor taking the lead, he used Meister to stab the conductor's baton that had been prepared. There was a clang and a violent metal sound echoed in the concert hall. The audience suddenly saw the two fighting together, and then they all panicked.

He ran out of the concert hall in confusion.

"You won't be able to run away again when you come back this time." Victor laughed loudly, his body suddenly flashed in mid-air, the long sword in his hand shook slightly, and turned into a flash of surprise as he came over again to kill.

Mestre did not answer, but carefully watched Victor's attack trajectory. With the domineering power of knowledge, he blocked every attack from Victor.

After a brief fight, Mest understood that the Victor in front of him was just like him, a proficient master of two-color domineering, and his strength was not weak.

"It seems that your strength has improved very quickly in these years." Victor appeared strangely behind Mestre, showing a proud smile, and then stabbed Mestre in the back with the long sword in his hand.

But then he was suddenly stunned, because the long sword thrust out nothing but empty air, and Mestre's figure instantly turned into a dark shadow and disappeared.

"Devil fruit user?" Victor muttered to himself.

In the shadows, a streak of black light came quickly, stabbing at Victor with a sharp momentum. Victor was stunned for a moment, and the long sword in his palm waved wildly in front of his chest. The huge air flow formed an energy tunnel, trying to stop him.

Meister attacks this time.

Meister thrust forward against the invisible energy. The sharp blade was covered with armed domineering energy. Like piercing tofu, he directly opened a huge hole in the energy channel formed by this air flow. His body was light and strong.

Escaped.

But the next second, when he was about to pierce Victor's body, Mestre felt in vain that the sharp blade in his hand hit a piece of metal, and then a clanking sound of metal was heard.

What's this?

Meister was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked towards the object blocking the baton.

harp?

The body of the piano, which exudes golden light, is more than two meters long. It is engraved with an incomprehensible pattern. The strings are densely divided on it. There seems to be a special cold light on the strings. Under the reflection of the light, it emits

Exuding a sharp momentum.

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Victor's mouth, and the golden harp floated gently in front of him, just in time to resist the thrust of Meister's baton, making it impossible for him to save it.

This harp looks very gorgeous, like a huge bow, as if it can burst out with huge tension at any time.

Mestre felt that the weapon in his hand had not moved at all, and the sharp thrust was completely offset by the solidity of the opponent's harp.

He understood that Victor was a master of dual-color Haki and could cover the embodied harp with armed-color Haki. This was one of the reasons why he still had confidence up to this day.