This unique city is located on an island in the middle of the river at the mouth of the Kanas River on the east coast of the Wright Empire.
It attracts nearly one million tourists every year, and tens of thousands of art students from all over the world come here to worship.
Because the artistic atmosphere here is so strong, it has also attracted a large group of neutral gods to set up their church headquarters here.
Mark and the others parked the "Mechanical Ascension" at Santos Port 20 kilometers away, leaving Conrad to watch the ship, and then rented a small yacht to come over.
As soon as the boat sails along the coastline and enters this wide estuary with a width of more than five kilometers, you can immediately feel the artistic atmosphere here.
Standing on the bow of the ship, Mark could clearly see the various artistic buildings on both sides of the estuary.
At the seaport, there are large chimneys, and there are not many ships emitting black smoke. Instead, there are more small and medium-sized sailing ships. The white sails look very beautiful under the nascent sun.
The city of Attilas is the pearl on this wide estuary.
The island in the center of the river is about three kilometers wide toward the seaport, and gradually narrows toward the inland river, forming a city in the center of the river with a total area of about 10 square kilometers.
The dock of St. Leiden City, where the damn Mark hangs out all year round, is a typical commercial dock. In addition to seeing a large number of cargo ships emitting black smoke, there are rows after rows of tall and wide large dock warehouses, noisy crowds, and a
Batch after batch of large trucks.
This situation does not exist at Attilas Port. The piers facing the sea, except for a pier used to berth large cruise ships, are all relatively small cruise ship piers.
The plank roads extending to the middle of the sea are as neat as a comb and painted with beautiful white paint.
The buildings near the pier are like the notes on the staff, full of spirals and curves.
The hard straight lines that represent modern industry are almost invisible here.
As soon as the cruise ship approached the port, a small guide boat approached.
"Welcome to beautiful Attilas, sir, are you here for fun?"
After seeing such a yacht that the noble man likes to team up with, and then seeing Mark standing on the bow, wearing a black suit, and the elegant girl next to him wearing a thick veil and a white lace dress.
, the port pilot immediately realized that a big customer was coming.
Mark smiled slightly but didn't answer.
Next to him, Helena, who was wearing a women's suit and dressed like a housekeeper, stepped forward: "This is Master Mark Shakespeare. He and his female companion came to Attilas to serve the muse as agreed.
The goddess presents a new drama.”
"Hiss—" the navigator took a breath and immediately stood in awe.
The Muses are one of the most frequently manifested gods in the world.
Every year there are many pretentious music students and drama students who try to attract the attention of the Muse by creating a piece of music or a play.
Of course, most of them suffer from problems such as excessive self-awareness, and they create a lot of nonsense that cannot even pass the level of the priest of the Goddess of Music.
But no one will underestimate these music students and drama students.
It's very simple. If you are a guy who doesn't even have enough to eat, who will have a lot of time and money for you to engage in art?
Those who come are often either rich or noble.
Judging from the temperament of Mark and his female companion, they are definitely big shots who value both wealth and wealth.
What's more, the word 'agreement' is very good. It sounds like the Goddess of Music is looking for an outsider to arrange music.
Regardless of the number, the navigator immediately guided the yacht obediently and headed directly to the exclusive pier of the Goddess of Music.
This incident immediately alarmed the people of the Goddess of Music Cult.
Generally speaking, the piers of each church are exclusive, and ships without their own emblem should never stop there.
The dock supervisor is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is just a fanatical believer who just holds the title of dock supervisor.
He looked at the pair of handsome men and beauties who were walking down the steps with confusion. Feeling the noble temperament of each other, and a housekeeper who looked very dashing, the stewards of the music church did not dare to neglect them.
"I am Cameron Walker. I would like to ask these two distinguished guests why they parked the boat at the exclusive pier of the Music Church?" The steward bowed humbly.
Mark raised the corner of his mouth and said in an extremely confident tone: "Mark Shakespeare, at the invitation of the Muse, came to present a brand new opera that I spent two weeks creating. Don't worry about the rest. Just put the three words "The Lonely Warrior"
Report it and someone will understand."
"Okay! Please go to the dock lounge to rest for a while. I will report it right away."
Ten minutes later, Mark, Mini and Helena were tasting fine black tea in the lounge, feeling the melodious sea breeze and looking at the peaceful sea.
This resort-like feeling is really easy to ignore. This is a world full of weirdness and monsters.
But at this moment, a commotion attracted Mark's attention.
Helena was surprised to see the commotion coming from far to near. Along the way, countless music believers bowed down in surprise and panic.
Helena realized something. She was a little panicked. Originally, she was wearing a housekeeper's suit and felt uncomfortable being held down by Mark to attend the meeting together. Now she wanted to stand up and stand behind Mark.
Unexpectedly, just as she was about to make a move, the back of her hand was held down by Mark.
Mark smiled: "No matter who she is, she is begging me now, not me begging her."
Helena was so anxious that she almost cried: even though she had heard Mark reveal that he seemed to have used a drama to conquer a certain god, she really didn’t know that what Mark had conquered was a real god! For mortals, the term god is just
It represents an infinitely noble status and identity. How can you be so calm, Mark!?
However, when the door of the lounge was opened by two priests with golden musical notes embroidered on their sleeves and bowed to greet them, Mark still did not stand up.
It wasn't until two stunning beauties appeared at the gate that Mark calmly led Mini and Helena to stand up. However, even if he bowed, it was only a slight bow of 30 degrees.
This move was somewhat rude, which made the priests of the church immediately have displeased expressions on their faces. Unfortunately, when they saw their goddess's extremely unworthy enthusiasm, they immediately swallowed everything they said.
"Oh! My dear Carbine Cthulhu, is it really you!?" The beauty incarnated by the Muse rushed over quickly like a passing fire. Her beautiful voice, like an oriole out of the valley, was even louder than usual.
She speaks at least two octaves higher, but every word she pronounces gives people the feeling that she is singing.
But Mark raised his eyebrows: Sure enough! When making up a fake name, you should make up a name that looks like a human being. Since there really is Barsatan in this world, I wonder if Cthulhu will cross the void and come along the network cable to kill him.
Mark looked at the muse in reality calmly.
He didn't know whether it was the soul clone of the Muse, or whether it was possessed by a chosen one. Anyway, it looked quite beautiful.
The murder weapon full of violence, if it weren't for the gold chain in the shape of an eighth note [ ] on the neck, it would have almost jumped out of this fiery red low-cut evening dress, paired with that delicate face
With her oval face, fiery red hair and eyes, she is a typical musical beauty.
Without waiting for Mark to say anything, she suddenly pulled over another beautiful woman with dark hair and wavy hair next to her who had wheat-colored skin and a hotter figure.
Her figure was so hot that Mark didn't dare to look at her eyes and body, so he quickly lowered his head slightly and lowered his gaze.
[Do not look directly at God unless God allows it]!
Most of the time, the iron laws of this world apply.
"Carbine, this is the famous [God of Dance] Barbara!"
Without raising his head, Mark could still feel a strange gaze. It was not the kind of gaze that could peer into the hearts and souls of mortals, but the kind of wonderful feeling that stimulates the most primitive commotion in the human body and makes him want to dance immediately just by being looked at.
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Mark had to bite the bullet and argue: "Actually, the great master of music, my name is Mark."
Someone cleverly concealed his last name. After all, music priests may not be 100% reliable.
Unexpectedly, his words were interrupted by Goddess Barbara.
"You don't need to name yourself. Mortal names are meaningless in our eyes. Only after you have proven your worth will you be qualified to be remembered by us." The female and alluring voice revealed.
Inhumane coldness and arrogance.
Goddess Barbara has the qualification to speak like this, at least she did when the world was not in chaos!
Mark was unfazed.
He raised his head and seemed to be looking directly at the hot goddess, but in fact the focus of his eyes was not on her at all.
Looking up is just a kind of confidence and an attitude!
The smile on his face made him seem to shine in the eyes of other priests.
One sentence shocked the hearts of everyone present.
