Chapter 56 My World (Part 7)

The carriages, laden with passengers, entered the vast inland harbor. The sky was a deep red, and the water in the harbor was also red. The houses built on the hillside were like dream palaces, breathtakingly beautiful, especially the irregular buildings reflected in the water, which were even more bizarre and fantastical.

The closer you get to the Viscount's mansion, the more colors of jewels and gold you see!

The viscount was a great lover of music, so he also called his manor the Organ Estate. It took three years to build just one huge garden on the hillside. The garden was about eight hectares in size, square in shape, and divided into six terraces with a height difference of eighty meters.

The terrace is divided into eight sections by garden paths. Starting from the fifth level, there is only one circular high wall with more than 500 intricately designed fountains carved into it. The water level difference is all artificially created, and all the water flows at a uniform speed, like a beautiful piece of music.

Today is a very special day. The Viscount is going to hold a grand concert at the Organ Manor and has invited the most famous music masters from all over the world to participate.

Of course, there are also uninvited guests, such as number 33 and Billis.

Many people arrived earlier than them. Horses of chestnut and brown were searching for food in the warm breeze. Some drivers had drunk some wine, some were dizzy, and some were already snoring. It looked like a market.

Silence emanated from inside the door; the sound seemed to have been filtered by the spring water, leaving only the pleasant notes.

A petite young woman arrived as a greeter. She was slightly plump, with a pair of charming dimples on her face and golden braids hanging down her back. Her strikingly beautiful face made everything around her pale in comparison.

If Mrs. Billies' beauty is like a cat that only desires to be petted, then the man before us is like a leopard that could strike with its beauty at any moment!

“Come with me,” the girl said. “Please call me Viscountess.”

"Viscountess!" Everyone looked at the young woman, whose age seemed so disproportionate to that of a viscount, with disbelief.

The young woman sternly reminded everyone: "You can also call me Viscountess. I am his ninth wife and also the housekeeper of this mansion, mainly responsible for the Viscount's daily life. He always mentions names related to music when he is with me."

The Viscountess led the musicians into the hall.

This is an oval-shaped living room with two floors. The upper living room is divided by six tall archways, three of which are windows, one is an entrance, and the other two are shaped like mirrors. The ceiling and walls do not have a clear boundary, but are decorated with arched triangular vaults, inside which are painted birds, animals, and human figures.

The lower living room is dominated by soft, rounded curves, and everywhere there is a love of shimmering light. A large crystal-colored mirror is set in the front wall, glass chandeliers hang from the high mural dome, the fireplace is made of polished marble, and the banquet table is full of porcelain and candlesticks.

The nobles attending the concert were already waiting in the hall.

A gentleman with a gear-shaped medal on his chest approached and asked the Viscountess, "May we begin?"

The Viscountess nodded, and two musicians dressed in close-fitting jackets and tight-fitting high-necked coats then went on stage and began to play the harp.

The audience applauded enthusiastically, but number thirty-three frowned, showing dissatisfaction with the music that the nobleman admired.

"Is this the best musician in the steam nation? The melodies are hollow, and the notes are dull."

“Looking forward to your performance, number thirty-three.” Billis took the pieces of meat off the fruit, then took the whole glass of cider.

Compared to their desire for music, the bards seemed to have no desire for food.

"My lord, are you sure the viscount's favorite is the person we're looking for?"

“He was at the concert, he knew I was coming.” Billis would look around as he spoke, and in his eyes, all the paper figures looked the same.

"The pirate captain also said that you are no match for him."

"We cannot be intimidated by the strength of the enemy. Besides, I don't want to keep my wife waiting too long. I need to finish this quickly and get out of this mind."

"As expected of the Hero!"

"I have to thank you, number 33. If it weren't for your musical talent, I wouldn't have been able to come to the concert at all."

At this moment, a paper-thin guard who was over two meters tall walked over. He wore a helmet with horns, had a round, bulging belly, and was not wearing any protective clothing.

He handed Billis a glass of pale yellow mead, claiming that he had been negligent in his work earlier and had allowed a servant to run into the house.

“The attendants must stay outside,” the guard said.

Number Thirty-Three immediately stood up for Billy: "He's not my follower, he's my best friend."

The fat man handed the short cup to the relatively short bard, saying, "As the captain of the guard, I would like to offer you this cup of wine. After you finish it, please get out of here with your entourage."

"I don't know you, and you don't need to talk to me like that!"

"Now that we know each other, right? This is the Viscount's mansion. We have as many musicians as we want. If you think you're so great, go up on stage and perform for the audience. I'll decide whether to kick you out based on the applause."

"It's a deal!"

The chief guard pushed through the crowd, allowing the bard to step onto the stage.

As soon as the bard stepped onto the stage, the crowd surged toward it like a flood, completely blocking his path.

The first song he brought to everyone was "Starry Sky, Dedicated to Friends".

Applause erupted as expected, and people in purple and red raised their glasses in celebration for this complete stranger, a musical genius.

Number Thirty-Three closed his eyes and then played two pieces for the audience on a simple hand-cranked violin: one praising courage and the other depicting history.

The cheers from the audience surged like a tidal wave, and even the Viscountess was deeply moved by the tone of her voice.

And so, as everyone’s attention turned to the bard, Number Thirty-Three gracefully removed his hat, pinned it to his chest, and bowed and smiled at the guests from all directions.

Suddenly, an old yet loud voice rang out from afar.

"Elegance! It has reignited my passion for her!"

A centenarian sat on the imperial chair, his body round and plump like a baby's, his beard curled into long spirals, and he wore an old-fashioned military uniform with subtle modifications to his clothes to highlight the old-fashioned style.

The elderly man, with a solemn expression, placed his hands on the two maids, both under fourteen years old, and stared at the bard with eyes that had not dimmed with the passage of time.

He is the Viscount.

The viscount shifted his body with difficulty, each word seeming to kill him: "Continue, play for me!"

Thirty-three put down his hand-cranked violin.

"Why? I'm asking you to play for me!"

Although the viscount spoke haltingly, every word he uttered was like a piercing lightning bolt!

Number Thirty-Three gradually became like Billis, no longer afraid.

"I only want to perform for ordinary people, not just for you."

"Ignorant! You are not only ignorant, but also pathetic!"

"I just want to create art for more people."

"Musicians serve the court, they serve the gods! But you are different, you serve the common people, so your name doesn't exist in the world!"

"You're right, I treat all life equally."

"Who do you think you are?"

"I have no name, I am just a passing bard."

"Ah! I put you on my stage because I believed you were smarter than other musicians! Yet you have let me down?"

"It is my freedom to play for whomever I want, and I will dedicate my life to fighting for the nameless."

The old viscount suddenly grabbed the maid's arm as if to tear the thin arm off her. This sickly old man terrified everyone, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth as if he wanted to swallow the musician whole.

The hall fell silent instantly; no one dared to stand up and say a good word for the bard.

Just then, a mysterious figure in a tuxedo walked out from the back hall. He was holding the hand of a girl whose golden hair had been cut short, neat and smooth, and whose skin shone with a silvery glow like polished gears. She was wearing a wedding dress and looked like she had stepped out of a fairy tale.

“Noble musicians!” the mysterious man whispered in the old viscount’s ear. “These people, including the imperial ambassador, are here to witness the wedding. You cannot turn any of them away.”

The old viscount seemed to have fallen asleep, miraculously calming down.

The mysterious figure came to the center of the stage, removed his formal attire, revealing a pair of red eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he announced, looking at Billis in the crowd, just as he had done when he stepped into the ring at the Blood Raven Club, "The wedding with the Heart of the Gear will proceed as planned!"

The mysterious figure, or rather, the viscount's favorite, is the hacker who invaded the brain, the orc chieftain who assisted the wizard in killing Blood Raven and attempting to resurrect the Demon King.