"Master, it's not good, the SPW consortium is gathering troops and is about to attack Qiao's castle!"

"What! Go and ask the priest for help! ”

Joster Joestar looked at the men in front of her in a daze.

Then an unfamiliar voice came out of his mouth: "Father, I have a way!" ”

"Bastard, the mercenaries of the SPW consortium are about to attack Qiao's house, and I am discussing a plan with Lord Zibelin, how can you have the share of Dior!"

Joster Joestar was dazed and realized that this dio seemed to be herself, but she couldn't move. I felt my mouth open again: "Father, as long as I wear a mask, the enemy is nothing more than sweet bread!" ”

At this time, a beautiful young woman interrupted his words and said disdainfully: "Heh, waste is waste, the old man saw that you had a place to live for the sake of saving your life, but I didn't expect you to be so ashamed to dare to get involved in the affairs of the Qiao family." ”

The person next to him chimed in: "If the Qiao family hadn't been there for Lord Elena, it would have been wiped out a long time ago." Lord Elena's hands and eyes are all over the sky, she is the patron saint of our Qiao family, she has been chosen by the priest, and my Qiao family is just around the corner to become one of the four great families! ”

This Dior made a three-point grievance, three points unwillingness, and four points forbearance voice from his mouth: "I instructed the priest to save Qiao's family before!" ”

"It's up to you, Dior, a waste who only studies ugly masks."

“loser。”

"Dio, you still don't kneel down and apologize to Lord Elena!"

"Come on, expel Dior from Qiao's house."

What is this? Jost Jostar looked dazed, he vaguely realized that this might be a dream, it was really strange.

"If you have eyes and no beads, don't wait for this Qiao family!"

Syllable! A loud slap in the face.

"Recognize your identity Dior, you are just the son-in-law of the Qiao family, and there is no place for you to stand without the Qiao family!!"

Dior covered his cheeks, tears of anger flashed in his eyes, and his face was full of disbelief: "JOJO, YOU... How dare you...... Dare...... How dare you hit me! ”

Suddenly, the gates of the castle opened, and the priest walked into the castle with four men.

Old George, who was sitting in the chair, stood up with all his strength and bowed slightly: "Lord Priest! ”

"Father Priest!"

"Father Priest!"

The people around him also greeted him, as if waiting for a savior.

The priest pushed away Alina and Jonathan, walked quickly in front of Dio, and half-knelt: "Diosama, the sons of God are ready, ready to wait for you to transcend heaven." ”

Behind the priest, four strange men, a doughnut hairstyle, a humanoid pleasant goat, a cow, and a man with a cake face, also knelt down, "Welcome to your father's place!" ”

Alina and Jonathan gasped, their eyes widening with incredible affection, as if their three views had been shattered.

At this time, Dio snorted disdainfully, his eyes slanted, his neck twisted, and the corners of his mouth crooked√.

.........

……

"Ahhh

Joster Joestar woke up from that strange dream to find that the right apple muscle was lifted uncontrollably, still shaking slightly.

I looked in the mirror and found that my mouth was crooked, so I quickly took a hot towel and put it on.

At this time, his mind was still full of mush, and the picture in the dream just now was vaguely remembered.

The corners of Jostel's mouth twitched unconsciously.

"Ah, it's pulled again."

After applying a hot compress for a while, I finally felt better, and I looked at the clock, and it was only three o'clock in the morning.

It was still so early, and with a yawn, Jost crawled back into bed and continued to sleep.

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining.

"Jost, get me up! What time is it? Did you go as a thief last night!? ”

A roar came from outside the door.

Jost was instantly awakened and said, "Immediately, grandpa, why are you yelling so loudly?" Scared me. ”

"Hurry up and get the piano that the studio made."

"Haras." Jost agreed.

Joist had never seen his parents since he was a child, and the only proof of his father's existence was the surname Joestar.

According to his grandfather, his father was still an English nobleman, and Jost was not interested in his surname at all anyway.

(What Joost doesn't know is that it is because of the surname Joestar, except that he is so mediocre that he becomes the protagonist of this book, except that he can make the reader feel a sense of substitution because he looks good.) ）

Anyway, only Joost and Grandpa Dalio are left running the musical instrument shop.

Dalio, whose full name is Dalio Brando, is said to have also been British, who went to the Kingdom of Naples to study his trade as a young man and later moved to Moscow.

"It's coming!" Jost got dressed and tidied up. Immediately took the loaded piano out of the studio.

"Grandpa, na."

Dalio took the harp, put it in front of the guest, and said, "Not yet." ”

Jost said hello honestly: "Привет! Какдело.” (Hi ~ How are you doing?) ）

"It's okay, good morning!" Rostov smiled his signature and squinted his eyes and returned a greeting.

Rostov-on-Don, a violinist at the Petrov Bolshoi Theater, was still very young and had a bright future.

Because I often come to the store, I know them very well, and I will also guide Jost violin when I have time.

"It's not polite." Dalio smacked Jost's head.

Old Dalio opened the box and motioned to Rostov to try the piano and said, "Let's see how it goes." ”

Rostov didn't say much and took it out directly, tuned the tone, and played a short piece of "The Great Caprice of the Demon King" at random.

Rostov is very confident in showing off his hand, and he does have the ability to show.

"Wow, that's awesome." Jost's brain instantly sobered up, and the whole person was in good spirits with the music.

After Rostov-on-Don tried the piano, he put it in the box and said to Dalio: "It's not a loss that you made the piano." ”

"Hahaha." Grandpa Dalio smiled heartily, and smiled very happily.

"That's what Jost did." Dalio said proudly that Jost had grown up and now that he had learned his craft well, he could leave with confidence.

Rostov looked at Jost with a look of surprise on his face: "Oh? What did little Jost do? ”

"I'm old, I can't do it anymore, and I'll have to rely on Jost in the future." Old Dalio picked up the freshly brewed coffee and handed it to Rostov-on-Don.

Rostov took the coffee and exclaimed: "It's amazing, I'm only 14 years old." You're a successor, congratulations! ”

Then Rostov turned to Jost and smiled, "I'll have to ask you in the future, Jost." ”

Jost agreed, not at all modest.

"I don't know what you're using so many pianos for, using them to fight?" Old Dalio told Jost to pack the piano, took a sip of his coffee, and said, "But as long as you give me the money." ”

Rostov smiled awkwardly and said, "This time I really have to owe two days first, and I have to wait until after the performance next Friday." ”

Old Dalio is also relieved, the old customer is still very honest, "Okay, you can just give it to Jost when the time comes, I may not be in the store." ”

After saying that, both of them were silent, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Rostov finished his coffee in two sips, picked up the piano and prepared to leave: "I'll go first, take care." ”

Without waiting for him to reach the door, Dalio seemed to ask casually: "It is said that His Majesty the Tsar is preparing to move the capital?" ”

The voice of Rostov-on-Don, who was at the door, came: "I heard that yes." ”

Then Rostov went deeper into the streets.

Old Dalio drank the cold coffee in one gulp, thinking that it was time to leave, Jost was not young, and he was afraid that there would be children at such an age in the countryside.