Black sails

Summer, Holy Spirit Calendar Year 2685.

Paradise Port.

Although Black Sail was not in such a desperate situation that it could not even make ends meet, in the last hijacking attempt, the nearly 20-meter-long light speedboat had been bombed into a semi-scrapped state by the merchant ship's cannons, with its keel broken and unable to set sail again, and was stranded on a wild shore.

A new round of start-up funds is urgently needed to purchase a Nemesis with powerful firepower, preferably with thirty-six cannons, that can fight against the navy.

Li Site fell in love with a two-masted sailing ship produced by the local shipyard in Tianguo Port at first sight. The old shipwright in his seventies asked for six hundred and ninety-nine gold royals for it, saying that it was the most proud masterpiece he had ever supervised in his life. Whoever drove this ship would dominate the world.

Walman, a newcomer who was lured out of an Alan restaurant two months ago by Lister, was also not optimistic about the future and had the same idea as Ryan.

So only four people participated in tonight's operation.

In the suburban forest east of the inner city, there is a manor. It is said that it was where the wives and daughters of the expeditionary generals lived when the emperor was on an expedition.

Recently, he was sold by the No. 1 man in Donghai to a politician who came to seek refuge. He has no skills but carries a huge sum of money.

Why not kill and rob?

Instead, he did a favor to the No. 1 brother in Donghai and killed him, so that the No. 1 brother could resell him again.

They hit it off immediately.

The plan was simple. Micah would stand guard on the street outside, and the others would come out after they had finished looting.

The wind was calm, the moonlight was bright, and the stars were shining brightly in the midsummer night sky.

The deep gloom of this slightly eerie dark castle was also dispelled by the moonlight illuminated by the flowers and trees.

Xia Di was wearing leather pants and leather boots, with only an open leather jacket on his upper body. Without any lining, clear muscle contours could be seen. His white hair was combed back, and he wore silver windproof goggles.

"I'm not very skilled. I'm afraid I can't climb up."

Finn was a little hesitant, he had never done such a sneaky thing, the castle gates were closed, in order to prevent the politician from escaping and taking away all his money, it would be best not to alert the politician, once he got in, he could control him and ask him where all the money was hidden.

And Lister had already used the indentations carved on the stone pillars of the castle as leverage points and climbed up quickly like a Gothic metal bastard.

As the leader, I should be the first one to give away something.

"Hold."

Xia Di lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. For him, climbing up was no problem at all. He arrived at the starting point of Li Site's climbing route, with his hand already on the leverage point.

Micah came running back in a hurry, supporting himself with his hands on his knees without even having time to catch his breath.

"What's wrong?"

Finn thinks something is going on.

"Tell Li Si to come back quickly. That's outdated news. There's a monster, maybe undead or something, that has skinned the original owner and his bodyguards and moved in himself."

Micah said it all in one breath, even more out of breath.

At this moment, Li Site had already climbed in through the study window. Less than two seconds after he entered, the whole room was filled with scarlet blood, as if the monster in the gate of hell was about to burst out.

"Hold."

Xia Di took his hand off the dent in the wall carving, put out his cigarette, and immediately ran towards the exit of the forest. He was so fast that even the Olympic 100-meter sprinter was not as fast as him. In a few seconds, he disappeared into the moonlight.

"Oh my god, he looks pretty tough, a really cool guy."

Micah was completely confused. When he first bought weapons from him in the southern continent, he was very tough and cool. But when he heard about the undead, he was completely scared. "Don't you know magic? Use your invincible necromancy to think of a solution!"

Finn thought for a moment.

"That's true. I have dealt with some ordinary vampires, but such horrific energy fluctuations are beyond my capabilities. I cannot rule out the possibility that it is a daywalker."

Finn released the fingers from her chin.

“Daywalker…what does that mean?

"The most powerful kind of blood clan is different from ordinary vampires. They are not afraid of the sun and can use magic. I have never seen one. It is said that those who stand at the top of the blood clan can even command powerful familiars from other dimensions. Anyway... run."

After Finn's explanation, he also followed in Xia Di's footsteps. The mage robe was not very suitable for exercise, so he jogged. Although the speed was not fast, he disappeared in a moment.

Seeing that even the most tense people couldn't hold it anymore, Micah certainly couldn't hold it anymore either. He made up his mind to visit Li Site's grave every year on this day, and feel sad as he walked. You still have 182 silver coins in the card of "Heavenly Dream Sauna" in the inner city. It's a pity that you only wash your feet. Leave the rest to me. I, Micah, will inherit your dream and live with your share!

Where the sauna is steaming, the black sails are endless.

Achieve achievements.

Solo home robbery.

Li Site climbed through the window and entered the study room with cabinets and shelves filled with everything. It would take at least ten or twenty years to see everything. The owner of this place is quite artistic and likes to show off. He looked around.

Finally, his eyes fixed on a chaise longue.

His attention was completely drawn to it.

Every strand of her bright red hair imprisoned the moonlight pouring in from the window. Her eyelashes fluttered carelessly, strangling all the dying dusks and ushering in the lonely night.

And those eyes, all the mirrors lead to the maze of the emerald pupil, fishing out the drowning stars. At this moment, any gem becomes a fake.

She lay on her side, with one hand resting on her head, reading a book by the candlelight.

The silk nightgown, which is faintly visible like the remaining feathers of a black moth, wraps around the forbidden curves that are either towering or slender. The moonlight shines on the tall and slender legs and ankles, fulfilling the purpose of its creation. This living column holds up all the riots and oracles about beauty.

Li Site didn't even have any evil thoughts and forgot about looting for a moment. It was truly a work of art.

I had already noticed the uninvited guest.

He closed the book and stood up, a surging tide of energy condensed between his fingers, and the whole room was filled with blood.

The red-haired woman looked at the stupid thief carefully. He had a strong build and good looks, but it was a pity that he had a scar on his face.

Only then did Li Site come to his senses and understand his situation.

"White Hair, Ladybug, Glasses, all of you come up here!"

Li Site looked out the window.

What a joke!

Emiya Kiritsugu's face!

There is no ghost under the castle, damn! What should I do!

"It was a wise decision. Escape was the only way to survive. Think about your last words. I am a weak woman, new here. If I don't take some lives, I won't be able to survive."

Facing the desperado armed with a knife, this young woman displayed a calmness and composure far beyond her age. Her voice was charming, mature, and magnetic, but her tone was inversely proportional to its murderous tone.

Li Site's throat rolled. Even though it was a waste of resources, he had to stab the woman to death with a knife. He turned his wrist quickly, but under the pressure of the bright red energy body, the whole room looked like purgatory, the air was like cement, and his hands and feet could not move at all.

The red-haired woman hooked her fingers, energy surged, and she easily snatched the blade from his hand and placed it on Li Site's neck.

The blood-red in the study also dissipated, leaving only the flickering candlelight.

Li Site had only one thought.

No matter how hard you try, you can't win.

I had to use that one!

But will that work?

At this moment, when Li Site was in life and death crisis, he operated freely to the limit, and the ZONE supercomputing mode was activated for the only time in his life so far.

In the supercomputing space, the same scenario was simulated countless times.

No one doesn't like compliments, but for such an extremely beautiful woman, her ears have long been callused, and any compliments she says will be punished by beheading.

Watching a movie on a first date is the stupidest way to go, because it is difficult to interact during these two boring hours and your feelings cannot grow at all. Even just sitting in a cafe and chatting is better.

Because of the objective existence of things in themselves, people will always be constrained by their own sensory logic. Two people will never be able to understand and feel each other, even if they put themselves in each other's shoes. They can only create spirals that continue to intersect and entangle, leaving marks in each other's hearts.

The most important thing is that the interactive experience becomes part of the cornerstone of memory. The cornerstone of memory is not strong enough to last long. It cannot add bricks and tiles to the building. Even if it is repeated billions of times every day to deliver breakfast, it is useless. It is just a miserable cement worker. It must be strong! Even if it is traumatic! Only in this way can it support the tall building!

At this moment, only the most violent and craziest memories can survive.

This is undoubtedly a huge challenge.

At this juncture, traumatic memories will definitely be beheaded directly. They cannot be of a negative nature, they must be of a positive nature!

What on earth is there!

Think quickly!

There is absolutely no way!

In a panic, Li Site glanced at the piano covered with dust-proof cloth in the study, and could recognize it just by its outline.

Mind control is perfectly performed at this moment, sublimated to the extreme, becoming the unparalleled imperial skill!

The red-haired woman was about to use the knife to slit his throat.

"I have a last word, you must listen carefully, because it is very important and may affect the rise and fall of the entire Donghai art world."

Li Site calmed down and spoke calmly.

"Tell me about it."

But the red-haired woman did not let go of the knife. She did not think it was that important, but she was also a little confused. She even used words like rise and fall. This person... Could he be some kind of performance artist? He looks quite disgusting.

Li Site was extremely grateful that during his time as Li Xunhuan in North America, he played a lot of musical instruments. Rock killed queens, folk songs killed mosquitoes, blues killed fairies, parties killed fairies, and classical music killed foreigners.

The earth has its own chief of the witch-hunting secret department, killing indiscriminately, violently, smashing, dying in glory, and cheering!

"Do you know how to write music? I've been sailing on the sea for a few years. When I was bored, I composed a lot of music, but I'm illiterate. I only remember the melody and don't know how to write music. If you know how to write music, I want to keep these songs. The reason I say maybe is because I've never shown them to outsiders, and I don't know how to do it specifically."

Li Site said seriously, "It comes from another dimension and has thousands of years of skills. Can you resist it?"

Considering that the level of these bards and composers in the Western Continent is quite high, and the masters among them are no less than the great masters in the mid-eighteenth century, it is impossible for me to make a name for myself with my level.

It's more than enough to take you down.

But it is most likely that you don't understand. You can also take some time, play it first, and make you satisfied. After you have a stopgap solution, you can do some micro-manipulation.

But the result is...

The red-haired woman laughed, but she didn't say anything. She just had a bit of amusement. The leather armor that the scarred man was wearing was severely worn, and it smelled of the sea and sweat. The unshaven scarred man was seriously discussing composition, but how could he, who didn't even have basic common sense and didn't know the music score, talk about composition? And this is related to the rise and fall of the art world. You really are... boasting without thinking.

The red-haired woman dropped the knife. This man posed no threat to her and she could kill him at any time. She could have some fun with this stupid thief.

"I happen to know how to do this. You only need to demonstrate it once and I will remember everything. I will satisfy your wish and kill you without any pain. I'm sorry, but this is the survival rule in the no-man's land."

The red-haired woman hooked her finger, and blank books and charcoal pencils flew directly from the bookshelf and fell into her hands. Let's see what this person is going to perform.

Fuck! You really understand!

Li Site knew very well that simply adding bricks and tiles to the cornerstone of memory would not cause a qualitative change. Living things are always hormonal and animal. Only pheromones can transform bricks and tiles into... the ultimate aphrodisiac that can last for decades or a lifetime.

He removed his leather shoulder pads, chest plate, and leg armor.

Fuck it!

He hasn't changed his clothes for more than ten days, and his white shirt is covered with oil and cigarette stains. He's a fucking smoker, especially Wallman, who smokes his big wetland leaf tobacco. When they play cards together, the smoke rushes up and he can't stand it. Let's play a few rounds now!

I observed the woman's expression and found that she was not impressed by my handsomeness and had no reaction at all!

But it doesn’t matter!

Li Site took a deep breath. He had been killing people for so many years and had never been touched before. He hoped that he would not let down.

The red-haired woman thought that the stupid thief was going to hum a song or take out a harmonica or flute from his dirty trouser pocket.

But Li Site pulled off the cloth covering the piano. He didn't understand the various brands on the Western Continent, but considering that this was where General Alan's wife and daughter lived with the army, if it could be placed here, it must be a Steinway.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

This really made the red-haired woman ready for battle. She sat on the chaise longue, picked up the charcoal pencil and notebook, and stared at Li Site.

Li Site's scalp was tingling. This look was so damn scary. If he didn't have some skills, he would have been chopped to pieces by this crazy woman.

My hands were shaking a little. It's normal to be nervous. I just thought of it as chopping someone. I quickly regained my composure.

I tried the sound first to see if there was any difference from the one in my hometown. There are some differences in details, but generally speaking it is the same scale arrangement, so there is no big problem.

Li Site sat down. There were many programs, but what to play? He glanced at the crazy woman who was just staring at him with an expressionless face, simply completing the task of leaving a last wish.

Let's be a little more melancholy and let this crazy woman calm down first. It also makes me look like I'm in a vulnerable group. I've already been in such a miserable state, and you still want to kill me. Isn't that a bit rude?

Li Site is not a master level player. It can only be said that he has Ivy League talent and is slightly better than an amateur.

What the hell, let’s get started.

Chopin's last work, Waltz in A minor, just happened to be about to die.

Li Site's hands were quite rough and covered with scratches. In the dead silence, his fingers touched the piano keys.

Since it was a game of life and death, Li Site never thought about how to make it artistic. He just fucking played it and that was it, completely following the courses he had learned before.

In the main section A, the left hand suspends the rhythm, deliberately blurs the strong beat, and the bass is retained until the second beat, creating a swaying sense of melancholy. The descending double degree in the first and second bars and the dotted rhythm form a tragic vocabulary, and the unresolved progression of the dominant seventh chord is used extensively, implying the instability of emotions.

The middle section B turns from A minor to E major and then to C major, and finally detoured to the main key through the diminished sixth chord. A cadenza of overlapping thirds appears in the right hand, while the left hand develops broken chords, forming a three-dimensional dialogue between the voices.

The recapitulation creates an emotional gap, and the coda ends with a dissipating arpeggio, leaving a sense of unfinished melancholy.

The song took more than three minutes to complete.

It's all technique, no emotion.

But Li Site's back was already covered in cold sweat. It worked! It fucking worked!

Although it's just a show of skill, the piano piece itself is like a storm in a jewel box, melancholy and depression are fucking doing lung care, fucking melancholy to the point of suffocation, and this can't take you down?

He side-glanced at the crazy woman.

What a joke!

Completely sent! The crazy woman recorded the music score with charcoal pencil expressionlessly, still staring at herself, without any change.

"May I have your name?"

the red-haired woman asked calmly.

Li Site breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "What? My piano skills are quite accurate." He told his name truthfully.

but……

Captain! The car is ready.

"After you die, I will publish it under your name. It won't become an anonymous author. What do you want to name this piece?"

The red-haired woman asked coldly.

A wake-up call!

"Just... just call it Waltz."

Li Site understood everything.

The red-haired woman raised her hand and asked Li Site to continue.

Li Site was stunned for a moment.

I didn't expect things to turn out like this. The aliens who passed through the door of another dimension stole the music from countless light years away and left their posthumous works in the castle on the edge of the East China Sea world.

I realized that I was going to die and that it couldn't be changed. I should have died in the fire three years ago, so I was lucky enough to be alive until now.

He placed his hands on the keys.

"I have never shown them to anyone. Judging from your reaction, these songs are not very good. The manuscripts written by a beautiful woman may be much more valuable than the pieces themselves. I hope you can keep them well."

Li Site just secretly complained that this crazy woman had no fucking aesthetic sense at all. The song was inspired by the murderer who was exiled to the East China Sea during the ship hijacking at sea. This kind of character setting and script should be a hit. You are so beautiful, but you really don't understand anything at all.

He also completely relaxed, no longer feeling any pressure, and no longer pretending to be cool by playing the so-called authoritative music of the masters.

The reason why a song is too popular is not because it is considered low-level art by some self-contained circle, but because it has caused widespread and universal lamentations throughout the entire era.

Whether it's tacky, popular, or highbrow.

He just played casually, something pure and empty and quiet.

The poem of a bird that is trapped in memories and cannot fly even with wings that can reach the sky.

The suppressed restlessness evolved into resentment, even near rage, on the subway heading for spring.

Li Site didn't know how many more songs he would play, just until the surge of emotions he had felt had completely subsided to the point of being boring.

La La Land, Midnight Cruise, Lullaby, The best of me

Cheerful, gloomy.

The names of all the songs told to the red-haired woman were also made up by Li Site.

The moonlight poured down from the diamond-shaped window panes, winding into a silver galaxy on the piano cover, hanging on the jumping fingers of the black and white keys, like frosted ice waiting for the moment of dawn.

The entire piano stand is like a living thing that has awakened. The vibrating copper strings deep inside the piano case are its boiling blood. The swaying candlelight stitches together the night, recording all the transparent time that has escaped through fingers.

The red-haired woman's hand holding the charcoal pencil was a little stiff.

…

It wasn't until Li Site realized that he was an alien that his fingers became stiff. He realized that he had chopped so many people and had to do this again and again in this broken place, all because of that damn Interstellar.

When the last note falls.

Li Site panted lightly, so fucking tired

"That's about it. There are many more, but I don't think they are good enough, so I'd better not show them to make fun of them. Can I see them?"

He stood up, walked to the red-haired woman, took out a piece of music score and looked at it to see whether the woman really understood it or was just pretending.

It is indeed as she said, she has a strong sense of music and memory, and can write a music score after playing it once.

However, the musical symbols of the Western Continent are completely different from those of his hometown. Li Site scratched the back of his head and really couldn't understand it.

I just want to draw the second one and study it again.

"roll."

She scolded coldly.

Li Site: “???”

He didn't dare to draw a second piece of music.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to get out? Get out now before I regret it."

A blood-colored energy tide began to condense in the red-haired woman's hands.

Li Site was as if pardoned, and didn't utter a word. What a moody crazy woman, anything he said might anger her again. He didn't even dare to go out the front door, but still climbed out of the window, landed nimbly on the ground from the second floor, and then started running for his life. This evil crazy woman was too scary.

He fled at the speed of light to the hotel where the gang often gathered, to settle the score with those bastards.

And in the study.

The red-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Staring blankly at the paper in his hand.

After more than 200 years, it turned out to be like this. Oh my God, Delia, what happened to you? Do you still think you are a girl in your teens or twenties?

After taking away the second sheet of music.

Draya didn't take any notes at all, she just used charcoal to sketch the people and scenes.

She realized that she had to calm down immediately and force herself to suppress a kind of unstoppable restlessness.

It must be because I haven’t slept for many days. I can bear it physically, but not mentally. My emotions are unstable. It must be because of this.

I took a sleeping pill, but it didn't work at all. I had to take a stronger one before I could slowly fall asleep.

In a dream...

The pendulum chews the gristle of time, the scale of desire is stuck on the tip of the tongue, and all kisses turn into sparks of riot.

Eternal twins, each pistil vibrates, using each other's bodies to dig graves for each other, spending a rotten night together.

But everything will leave you first...

Ultimately out of reach.