The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

This sentence seemed to ignite Nick's powder keg. He grabbed his already messy hair and said loudly:

"You actually asked me for that damn idiot? If it weren't for him, would I have to stay here? He is an idiot who should be thrown off the ship."

"Damn it. Enough, Nick." Miss Mason was even more disgusted with such unreasonable words. She said loudly. "If you want to be discovered, keep talking loudly. If you want to marry me, you must maintain the basic courtesy of a noble. If you just want to play with me, get out of here."

This sentence made Nick even more angry. This was a naked scolding of his incompetence, and it was also a naked exposure of his inferiority complex scars that he was not a noble.

His self-esteem suddenly rose, and he stood up from the sofa at once, unable to say a word, and walked to the door in anger.

His hands trembled as he touched the door handle, but he never had the courage to open the door and walk out. Finally, he returned to the sofa and sat down. After taking a few deep breaths, he said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry."

Although he said so, his heart was twisted to the extreme.

Why can that idiot Phasma become a noble? ?

Just by making great contributions to the city of Drol? ? He didn't say anything about his great contributions, I'm afraid he's not a gigolo. He made great contributions to Drol's wife.

A man who likes to complain like that can become a noble without any tolerance? ? Then why can such an excellent young man like me only be a porter at the dock.

The heaven is unfair.

If I become a noble, I will definitely make him pay for it.

Seeing Nick calm down a little, Miss Mason thought he really admitted his mistake, so she put the bread in her hand on the coffee table and said:

"Eat your lunch. It will be fine after we get off the boat. If you want to be a noble, you must learn etiquette. It is not like the docks full of vulgarity. You must learn politeness."

She sat next to Nick, handed him the bread, and continued to whisper:

"Even if you really hate someone, you have to pretend to like him. This is aristocracy."

"Hypocrisy." Nick lowered his head and grabbed the bread. His voice was low but very powerful.

"Yes, this is aristocracy." Miss Mason sighed again and nodded.

She was a little disappointed with Nick, just like mud can't be supported on the wall.

After the initial novelty passed, all that was left was the disappointment in the lower class.

It's a bit too much to say that I hate it, but I dislike it more and more.

They are too vulgar and don't know anything about the upper class. At first, it was fresh to be able to give him these messes, but after a few days, I got tired of it.

Even if you tell them to be polite and gentlemanly, they will only be like that when you remind them.

I originally thought that his casualness and carelessness were a manifestation of freedom, but now I think it is just a vulgar habit of the lower class.

Oh~~~

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I have to go out with my father. Don't go out here. It's getting more and more dangerous outside now." She sighed, touched Nick's hand, and said softly.

After all, Miss Mason is still a girl who has just grown up, playful but impatient. She likes new things and is adventurous.

She is a good girl in front of her father, but it is precisely because of her father's suppression of herself that he has a strong curiosity about the outside world.

She looked at Nick eating bread viciously, sighed again, and said:

"I'm going out. My father is still waiting for me."

If her father knew that she had a beautiful woman in a golden house, and she was a porter at the dock, the thief who smuggled in, he would be furious. He must not know. If she really wanted to get married, she couldn't find him. Unless Nick can change himself and become a real gentleman.

A gentleman like Phasma.

With a sense of humor and ability. And a lot of connections.

Most importantly, polite and gentlemanly.

She stood up while thinking, and walked towards the door with some sighs and ruthlessness.

Saying that she was looking for her father, Viscount Mason, was just an excuse, just not wanting to see Nick.

She wanted to be alone.

Although she liked him for a few days, she felt more and more unsuitable. Sure enough, the class gap was huge.

She walked slowly to the stern.

Although the ship was getting more and more chaotic, it did not affect the third floor, where there were guards guarding at all times.

Especially the entertainment room at the stern.

During the day, the nobles were looking for fun here, and today was no exception.

There was no habit of taking a nap here, so the nobles gathered here again after lunch.

Like those middle-class people, they also like to brag about themselves. But obviously more "elegant".

Not wanting to talk to those men, she gradually walked to the back of the ship.

Watching the white waves behind the boat disperse to both sides, watching the seagulls circling at the stern, watching the raven tilt its head to look at her.

She rarely found a little peace.

"Ms. Mary?"

Hearing a strange but familiar voice, she turned her head and took a look.

Her short light blond hair was neatly combed back, with a sunny smile on her face, and a gorgeous violin in her hand.

"Mr. Musician?" She said with some surprise.

"My name is Frank, and I'm an artist. It seems that Miss Mary didn't remember my name." Frank laughed self-deprecatingly.

"No. Mr. Frank plays the violin very well and perfectly. I thought you were a musician." Miss Masson explained awkwardly.

Frank smiled shyly, and then explained:

"Haha, it is an honor for me to be recognized by Miss Mary. The violin is my specialty. But I am an artist. That is my profession."

He didn't lie, artist. Extraordinary profession.

"That's it." Mary said, waiting for her black jewel-like eyes. Then, with a little curiosity, she asked:

"I'm very curious. I don't know why Mr. Frank can sing with such a high voice and still sing beautifully? I must say you are a genius."

He smiled modestly and laughed at himself:

"I'm not a genius. It's down to long practice. It's also down to this special violin."

"Oh? Why is this violin special?" Masen seemed to be intrigued and asked in confusion.

Frank glanced at Miss Mason with some confusion, and finally said calmly: "Well~ it has extraordinary abilities."

Then, he began to introduce in detail:

"This piano has a higher tone. I only recently acquired it from a friend. Speaking of which, you should know him."

"Who?" Miss Mason asked curiously.

"Alok, Alok Phasma. I got it from his sister." Frank said with a smile.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand what he should do next. It was definitely not to draw the girl's attention to others, but to show off his charm. So, he said before Miss Mason opened her mouth:

"Can I play a solo for the beautiful Lady Mary?"

"Of course, I also want to listen to Mr. Artist's solo." Miss Masson successfully attracted attention, holding the fence with her right hand and looking at Frank while saying.

"This piece is called "Princess Mononoke", and I composed it specially for this violin." Frank introduced.

He picked up the violin in his hand and put it on his left shoulder, then picked up the bow and pulled it gently.

The melodious but somewhat soothing sound of a violin sounded at the stern of the ship.

The melody was beautiful, but Miss Mason suddenly felt a little sad in her heart.

I don’t know why, but when I hear this song, I feel like I see a princess ghost hovering around me.

Sure enough, it's just like the title of the song.

However, that is not an illusion.

Annie, the undead, is wandering there.

She gradually emerged with the melodious sound of Frank's violin.

Even though the sun is not suitable for her existence, she still appears on the deck.

Her smooth feet were floating in the air, and a tear fell from her closed eyes.

The damaged clothes swayed slightly, as if the breeze was blowing.

Miss Mason was immersed in the melodious melody and did not see the ghost floating beside her.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Annie disappeared from the deck. No trace.

Frank was also immersed in it. Half a minute after the song ended, he opened his eyes slightly and looked at Miss Mason with a smile without disturbing her.