The moonlight is like water, and the beauty is like water.
Rosalin lay prone on the table and saw what she could see: a bottle of royal red wine worth tens of thousands of lite dollars, an antique gold gramophone worth six figures, and authentic masterpieces of famous paintings hanging on the walls that even the richest people could not buy.
Feeling the pounding of the waves, Rosalin was a little intoxicated.
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After a long time, Mark asked: "Why are you wearing an old military uniform? I think you actually like this suit. Although it is old, you have preserved it well."
Rosalin curled her lips: "Don't you Wrights just like this tone? When the Wright Emperor Andrew V conquered the Bolivar Empire, the last emperor of Bolivar was wearing military uniforms and was held down by the Wright guards, looking at his own
The queen changed her surname."
Mark was embarrassed.
Military uniform play is a good civilization.
But he really didn't expect it to be like this.
This is a big misunderstanding.
Mark raised his forehead and decided to speak out.
"Rosalyn, it's obvious that you have misunderstood. I saved you purely because I found that your soul has a very rare [immortality] characteristic. This is the same as the devil in the bottomless abyss who is difficult to destroy and can only be sealed.
The truth. Even if a being with immortality is killed, its soul with powerful resentment will not dissipate. As long as there is a small number left, it will be resurrected into a terrifying evil demon or even a demon general."
Rosalind's expression was wonderful when she heard Mark tell the truth and even scold her in a roundabout way. It would be more troublesome to die than to live. She thought that the other party knew about her reputation and tried every possible means to plot against her and threaten the lives of tens of millions of people.
She, she had to humiliate herself for the sake of the people, and thought about serving the wolf for the rest of her life.
Now it's better, she did so much hypnosis and psychological construction on herself, but in the end it turned out to be a big mistake?
If Mark was deceiving her, that would be fine, but Rosalin knew that this was most likely true.
She has always hidden her strength.
Yes, she is the legendary weak woman with both strength and speed, her strength is as low as sequence 5.
She has been stubborn since she was a child, and her willpower is even more amazing.
It would not be unusual for her to be publicly executed by the empire with great resentment, and then buried together with a group of executed rebels, and then cultivate a powerful demon in a few years.
Looking at her pure white pants stained red, Rosalin suddenly felt like she wanted to cry without tears: "I, what did I do?"
"Perhaps this is what is called [fate] tricking people." Mark didn't want to say that he was the plunderer of fate.
After keeping her hair down for several seconds, Rosalin raised her head and said with a wry smile: "Then what are we going to do now?"
Mark stepped forward and gently lifted her sharp chin: "You said you would try to like me, has that changed now?"
Feeling the hot breath coming from Mark's breath, Rosalin rarely dared to look at Mark: "As long as you don't participate in the persecution of the people of Boliva, you can at least gain my loyalty."
Mark covered his conscience and smiled: "That's fine, I'm not in the habit of giving women away."
Rosalind paused, concentrating, and for the first time a charming expression appeared on her face, like a flower blooming in the mist...
When Mark got up the next day, he was surprised to find that there were many new faces on the way from his bedroom to the dining room.
Every 10 steps there is a Boliva maid with a first-rate figure and good looks, standing there pretty.
That appearance and demeanor, you can tell at a glance that he is not from an ordinary family.
"They are..." Mark turned to look at the three Yaldai girls following him.
Rarely, the three women actually lowered their heads in shame and did not dare to answer. Putting aside their race, the three of them were instantly compared to each other in terms of hardware alone.
Instead, Rosalin changed into a dress and followed Mark. She quietly pulled Mark's sleeve, blushing, and whispered: "Master, the one on the left is the eldest daughter of Count Fernandez, and the next one is..."
have to!
I dare all the nobles of Bolivar to send their daughters here and give them to Mark Bay.
You wouldn't know if you didn't ask, but after asking you found out that it was the local nobleman of Bolivar who went to visit Albert, the real speaker in the future. Bishop Albert recommended this very understandingly.
Now it's better, it makes it difficult for Mark to return the goods.
If he retreats, the Bolivar nobles will think too much, which will be detrimental to Albert's missionary work.
During breakfast, Princess Marianne and Duke Yolanda, who were sitting on the left side of Mark, were surprised to find a new member sitting opposite.
Rosalin was sitting below Helena. Although she had short hair, it did not prevent her from wearing a small bun on the back of her head.
This morning, the princess was not in a good mood...
Unfortunately, she soon didn't have time to worry about this, because after breakfast, the muse came again.
A burst of sweet music suddenly sounded all around the spacious restaurant. Not only did it not cover up the music of the gramophone, it also stuck to the music points and sounded like a harmony.
The notes on the music score appeared out of thin air, like petals flying in the sky, it was really beautiful.
Just in the midst of each note, an extremely elegant and beautiful figure appeared.
"Hi! Mark, I heard from my believers that you have composed a new song? You are not kind! I have clearly said that if you have a new song, just recite my God's name silently in your heart, or inform my believers,
I will rush over as soon as possible." The incarnation of the goddess in fiery red is the most eye-catching presence on the cruise ship.
Mark was embarrassed.
Yes! He accidentally played the "Turkish March", and it turned out that the music from the gramophone was probably heard by the believer of the music goddess named Elaine, and then reported it.
Denial is meaningless.
His gramophone was still playing when the Muse suddenly descended upon her.
Mark's old face turned red: "It's not completely finished yet, so I didn't notify you."
"It's not finished? Well, that's true." Muse's fiery eyes were filled with light, and she felt happy as soon as she heard this brisk tune. Of course, she knew immediately that this was also an opera.
, in the language of music, that kind of narrative without beginning or end made her understand that this was indeed one of them.
Mark had a terrible headache, and he didn't know how to lie.
The tune of "Turkish March" can be recognized by even non-classical music fans on earth. It is so famous.
The problem is that this piece of music composed by St. Beethoven is part of the opera "The Ruins of Athens". The background of the story is the Greek gods on earth. It also involves the Greek god of art, the Muses.
This muse is not that muse.
Although the priesthood is similar, the Muse in Greece is the god of art, and the Muse here is just the god of music. It just happens that the name has the same name, but the spelling of the name and the pronunciation in Leyte are different.
How do you ask Ma*wen to copy Gong*ke to get this opera out?
Someone's head is too big.
The muse didn't shy away. She pressed her slender fingers on Mark's shoulders, brought her flaming red lips to Mark's ear and blew her breath softly: "But even if it's an audition, you should still come to me.
Those two operas of yours are good to listen to, but I will still get tired of them if I listen to them too much!"
The goddess's coquettish tone, like a clingy little girlfriend, and her obsessed look, if she hadn't known that she was virtuous when she came across a good song, who would have believed her if you said she didn't have any super-friendship with Mark?
Mark smiled bitterly and pretended to be a fool, while cursing in his heart: This goddess is outrageous! How come she looks so much like those readers who rush to update novels, and they want to lock the author in a small dark room and type for 16 hours a day?
Those struggling online novel writers can still argue that they have no inspiration, but I, Mark, am just a copycat, so I have no inspiration!
It's a pity that the muse is just a tone-deaf person, and he is not Beethoven or Benfen. He was so satisfying to her that he was drained within a few days.
He could only smile bitterly and say resignedly: "I still have the task of slaying evil spirits and slaying demons. Goddess, please let me go."
He didn't know yet that the goddess's obsessive look made all the new girls look stupid.
Of course they knew that this powerful extraordinary person was also the number one opera writer at that time, but among the goddesses, he could still achieve this level. At least they had not seen the second one in the past hundred years.
When the true god came, they didn't dare to express their dignity. In addition to being intimidated by the goddess's power, what shocked them even more was that Mark could talk to the goddess so calmly when facing a true god.
If it were them, they would definitely not be able to speak freely.
No, I haven't finished talking yet.
All the objects in the restaurant were strangely flying in place, dancing to the music from the gramophone.
After dancing for ten seconds, another proud figure appeared. She was the dancing goddess Barbara, the muse's close friend.
Barbara shook her long, wavy hair, raised her head and said, "Why, there's something good again this time?"
"Barbara, listen, listen to this..."
The dancing goddess was indeed moved on the spot.
The two goddesses dragged Mark along as if they were going to a shopping mall, and 'poisoned' all his manuscripts. After confirming that Mark had really not finished writing, they pointed at the music and dance believers on the boat before reluctantly disappearing.
in the air.
In Mark's eyes, it was two manuscript rushers making trouble.
In the eyes of others, this is an out-and-out deity.
Even Rosalin said quietly afterwards: "Although I have received strict training in music, dance and opera, there is still a long way to go before I can become a vase in your home!"
As a result, Mark had to touch people's conscience and swear: "Maybe you don't believe it, opera or something like that is really a side job for me. Whenever I get upset, I won't even pay attention to those two guys."
Calling the majestic goddess "guy" was so bold that it really stunned Rosalind.
In any case, after the news spread secretly, all the big families in Bolivar tried to send their daughters to the ship as maids.
Alas! My grand [Grand Caribbean], can anyone get on the ship if they want?
