In the morning, I met with the admirals of the navy who had arrived from the port of East Dover, and the army was the place where the most important thing was to pay attention to unified command, and there would certainly be problems when the two heads gave orders. Cybertron has never led a navy or more than one team in his life, and most of the time it is just a shelf.

All Cybertron did was ask the navy generals how your family was, your mother's surname, where is your father, where is your wife, and your son is here.

Anyway, the monk can't run the temple, the sea is so big, but the lone wolf loves home, and in the end it has to be implemented on land. Considering that the difference between a navy and a pirate in these days is only whether or not there is a license, the former can kill people legally, while the latter does not need to be legal to kill. Cybertron, of course, can only turn a blind eye to the navy, and who will need them?

After meeting with the admirals of the Navy in the morning, the order was given that the Navy would attack three days later, and that the military justice of those who had overdue would be carried out at noon, and the mission to the military port would be completely over. The matter of urging the southern army to recruit soldiers was the matter of the more than 100 knight classes he brought, and he didn't bring so many horses to be used as decorations for himself. So Cybertron photographed all the birds that could be photographed, not even the newcomers Lancelot and Gawain were left.

When I looked back, there were no guards next to my hands. Bazet and Tanasima, both of whom had sent themselves to the front line to gild, had almost no one close to them. Well...... The new squire is ...... This...... What's the matter? Si Lu? Forget it, it's a good tongue twister, just call it a nickname, does "Shilang" count?

"My lord, I must explain that music is written on paper...... Bland, so to speak, meaningless. Especially...... Well, how to say it...... I beg your pardon. Your music is like that, let's say the name [Ode to Joy], which is bland. Caring about Duli is no longer qualified because of the name, because it's not music that praises the Light or anything like that. Ahem then, at first it was simple and bland. Just a motive, an allegro repeats a syllable, followed by a handful of strumming of the double bass. I must admit that this is nothing more than an immature beginning. However, it seems to be changing my understanding of music. Suddenly, beyond that, an oboe appeared. A single syllable until it is replaced by a clarinet and the whole music becomes melodious. My lord, I swear, this is definitely not something that the so-called barbarians can write casually. Talking to you made me confirm that, although it's a song that can be said to ...... Pantheistic, but it does have a humanistic brilliance. Next ......"

At noon on this day, Cybertron received Sarieri. Then it was greeted by a barrage of jargon and professional compliments, and even Cybertron could feel envy beyond compliments.

This jealousy is hard to find, but it is so pure and unmixed with anything else. This kind of jealousy is that a person who really likes music is jealous of another person's music.

Even this seasoned foolish man took the liberty of experimenting with a few small problems in front of Cybertron.

"If you can, can you give me a little bit in return? Like, can you show me your new work, of course? The other party tried his best to make himself appear gentle and courteous, but this tentative tone could not be changed.

Cybertron was right.

"Such an abundance of affection, such an insatiable ...... Desire. I seem to hear the echoes of the Light, but why did the Light choose such a young, ignorant, savage child to be his tool? Or plagiarism is preferably like this. ”

This is a true reflection of Sarieri's heart.

"One of the reasons I called you here is that I have music in my head, but I won't get him out. Alright, now you can do me a favor. Cybertron smiled and clapped his hands, "Writing in lingua franca is the most basic idea for everyone, isn't it?"

"Uh...... Yes, adults, especially everyone writes with lingua franca and allusions with a dull accent. "This is the consensus of all intellectuals in the world, and the same is true of opera, and the same is true of poetry." Isn't that even your original work?"

What's the problem?

"Well, you're right, I once raised a stupid monster lady and asked her to help me. As a result, at that time, I was not deeply involved in the world, and I was very shabu-shabu, and my lingua franca was not very good. It's still very strong, and I still have a strong Ellan accent, and to put it simply, I speak a lot of Bourkeso. Cybertron pointed to his mouth, as if he couldn't help it: "You can hear that, right?"

"Uh...... Yes, my lord. But this one doesn't hurt...... Innocuous ......"

"Aha, not in your opinion. I came into contact with so many Itali and descendants who insisted on using their own language and script, or at least with an accent. I heard it called a ...... sighed, sure enough, culture is different. ”

"Uh......"

"So, I was going to write a piece of music based on the Bourkeso language, whatever it was. And then let it spread all over the continent, do you think I can do it?"

"Uh...... "Crazy, this kid is really crazy." It's even a little funny, but Sarieri can't laugh at this time: "My ...... My lord, I ...... Ahem. Sorry, it's rude. Bourkeso's language is too coarse...... Well, not elegant enough, not enough ...... Suitable for art. ”

"Okay, I'll show you what it means to be fit for art. Cybertron smiled and said it didn't matter. Do you know that some people call it art when they scribble casually, and do you know that some people who put naked in a cage on everyone is also called performance art? In that era when art was no longer valuable, it didn't matter what was suitable or not. A large number of winds have passed, and you will be afraid of these old hats of the other world?

"You can do me a favor, I can only hum songs, so the soundtrack, the orchestration, etc., maybe you have to come and consult for a while. Well...... The project is huge. By the way, how do you say thank you in the lingua franca?" Cybertron suddenly felt that he had no end to learning.

"Uh...... My lord, it's 'Grazie'. ”

"Well, good. 'Grasio' you're here. ”

"Uh, no, no, no, you don't need to add 'you' here...... No, forget it, whatever you say, my lord. ”

"Well, it's good to go, go to the piano. I can't even break ten fingers now. But you can play it. Oh, by the way, I'm going to ask you, in the next ...... For ten years, I paid you to write tunes. Cybertron seems to have a simple decision on what a person is going to do in ten years: "I know what one person in the world can't do, but I want everyone to know." We are spending money to popularize the British spirit. ”

"Uh...... Well, my lord, what is the British spirit? I'm a foreigner, so I don't know. ”

"Come, I'll tell you what the British spirit is: one of the perfections of Alice Phil is the British spirit. Remember to sing to me, she is England, and England is her. Now, this track throws the title straight in. Well, that's right, piano music. Come, put your left hand on the piano, put your right hand on the pen, and I'll hum you and play. ”

Anyway, to Liace and to Alice Phil are similar.

It doesn't seem like Lord Lesheng will appear in England at this time, will he?