The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Count Otto glanced at the butler without changing his expression and motioned to continue.

"Mr. Palmer, former Chief Justice of Dror City, is currently Professor of Politics at the Second High School of Dror."

who? Professor Palmer? What is he here for?

Alok looked back at El in surprise. Hope to find the answer from her.

But obviously, El didn't know anything about it. He also looked at Alok with a somewhat surprised look.

After pondering for a while, Count Otto smiled and said to everyone:

"Looks like we have another guest."

Then he turned to the butler and said, "Please come in quickly. It's rude to make guests wait."

The butler did not respond, nodded and retreated.

Soon after, a middle-aged gentleman wearing a black wig appeared in front of everyone. He is somewhat tall. His experience as a justice for many years makes him look very majestic. It was Alok's former political teacher and Richie's friend - Hector Palmer.

He was also accompanied by an unexpected person - Frank Palmer. Wearing a gorgeous formal suit, he looked aristocratic, but also a little off-putting. She has short natural blonde hair on her head, her chin is slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth are raised. The drooping hand held a gorgeous but somewhat vulgar violin.

Among the six people present, only Count Otto had a natural expression. The other five people were all surprised to varying degrees.

Alok and El were surprised that the 'artist' named Frank came and brought the violin with him.

Hector was surprised that the two children from Phasma's family were here too. Are you here to propose marriage too?

The most surprised among them were Frank and Lorna. Frank wonders why Miss Witch is here too. Lorna, on the other hand, was very surprised when the violin she made by herself appeared in front of her again. He didn't want to listen to the violin.

The atmosphere at the scene was very subtle, and the five people exchanged glances back and forth.

"What?" Count Otto suddenly discovered the subtle relationship on the field and tried to ask.

In just a moment, Hector Palmer recovered from his surprise and said with a graceful smile:

"Mr. Phasma is the most special of all my students."

Indeed, he skips classes every day and is still the son of a good friend. Can it not be special?

This 'praise' made Alok, who knew the truth, a little embarrassed. He coughed softly twice and boasted:

"Professor Palmer's breadth of knowledge is amazing. He is the most professional political professor I have ever had."

Go into politics. Isn't it just a matter of sleeping on it? The most professional one is the fastest one in hypnosis.

"That's it. It's true that great teachers make great disciples. Mr. Phasma is one of the best. And Professor Palmer has been serving as the chief justice in Dror City for so many years, so he must have very rich political experience. If you want to teach, it is more than enough." Count Otto There was also a wave of commercial blows.

"Speaking of which, my nephew Frank Palmer is also an alumnus of Mr. Phasma. He also just graduated from Dror Second High School." Hector pointed to the blond young man beside him and introduced. "It's just that he studied art."

"Oh? It must be my regret that I didn't get to know Mr. Frank Palmer when I was in school. Having an uncle as knowledgeable as Professor Palmer must have very good artistic attainments." Alok deliberately used a slightly surprised expression. said in a tone of voice.

As if he suddenly realized something, Count Otto suddenly stood up. He glanced at Hector Palmer and said:

"Haha~ You young people should get to know each other more. Professor, what do you think?"

He nodded as if suddenly enlightened and replied:

"That's right."

The two of them turned around and walked side by side outside the reception room in a tacit understanding.

"With us here, young people will always be unable to let go." Count Otto said as he walked.

"That's right. I didn't expect that Mr. Phasma also knew Miss Otto." Hector confirmed at first, and then asked questions.

"You said, the relationship between young people is always unexpected." Count Otto understood what Ector meant, but did not answer the question about the relationship between his daughter and Alok.

"Haha~ Yes. Let the young people handle their own affairs. They are all adults." Hector replied, understanding that Count Otto did not want to reveal anything.

"Yeah, who wasn't like this when they were young? Only when you get older can you understand the preciousness of feelings."

Count Otto took Héctor into a smoking room, stood by the window and sighed. He took out the cigar box on the windowsill, took out two cigars from the middle, handed one to Hector and said:

"It's shipped from the Eastern Continent. Try it. It has a sweet taste."

"This is a rare item. Count Otto will enjoy it." Hector took the cigar naturally and said.

Count Otto waved his hand indifferently and said:

"this is nothing."

He took out a small and exquisite iron box from the cigar box, opened the lid with the tulip engraved on it, and pressed the small button of the iron box with a "pop" sound. A flame burned on the iron box.

He first lit a cigar for himself, then closed the iron box and handed it to Héctor, and said in a show-off manner:

"A birthday present from my daughter."

He looked at the small iron box in surprise, followed the count's actions just now, lit the flame, lit the cigar, took a sip and exclaimed:

"Ingenious alchemical items. You have a good daughter. It's a pity that I don't have a son, otherwise the guy who came with me today wouldn't be Frank."

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On the other side, the atmosphere seemed a bit stiff. Alok squinted past Lorna, who was sitting in the middle, and looked at El. El looked at Frank in surprise. Frank held the violin in his hand and looked at Lorna with a smile. Lorna, on the other hand, looked at Alok beside her, as if asking for help.

"Maybe we should adjust the atmosphere. How about letting me play a song for everyone." Frank stood there holding the bow in his right hand and picked up the violin in his left hand and said.

"No!!" Lorna and Alok stood up at the same time and interrupted.

Alok had been tortured by the violin screaming at night, and he knew what the violin was.

And Lorna knew what that violin was like. Since she was not familiar with the incantations in the artist field, she first composed a high-pitched incantation that she thought was very good, but she found that the sound produced was worse than playing the piano herself. It's almost like rubbing your fingernails against glass.

Later, to remedy this problem, ‘self-soothing’ mantras from the field of psychologists were added. Euphemistically called: Self-confidence is a very important quality for an artist.

Coupled with the screams of Heather, the bear-binding undead. Thus, a high-pitched violin with screams and self-comfort was born.

Such a decisive refusal made Frank feel embarrassed, but he still maintained the smile that a gentleman should have. For the sake of his own happiness, he reluctantly said:

"I am an artist, Miss Otto has to believe in my level."

Even artists find it hard to control that shrill sound. Seeing Frank pick up the bow again, Lorna's eyes widened and she turned to look at El. I noticed that the two people behind me seemed to be making eye contact.

Although beacons are indeed convenient, they are not as fast as eye contact, especially when there is a tacit understanding between siblings. You can tell what the other person wants to do with just one look.

"I think we should go." El suddenly turned to look at Lorna and said with a smile.

"No. If you want to go, take me with you." Lorna said eagerly. "We agreed."

"Ahem, yes. But I don't think you can get away." Il looked at Frank and advised.

"Yes, as the saying goes, 'Everyone enjoys the blessings together, and when disaster strikes, we all fly away.'" Alok also advised. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was just before half past ten, and imitated Richie's tone and said:

"Oops, it's getting late. We really should go."

Hearing this, Lorna lowered her face and sat down again. He grabbed El's arm and reached out to hold Alok's arm. He looked like a criminal on trial. He opened his mouth and said:

"We share blessings and share hardships. Frank, let's sing 'Dream Wedding'."

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