Eventually, it transformed into a complex and solemn symphony.
"Ninth Symphony?"
Marcus raised his hand, removed the plano glasses from his eyes, and couldn’t help but look out the window.
Recalling the information about the King of Tanbo, it suddenly dawned on him—if one didn’t harbor such a pursuit for art, how could he be called a Disastrous Musician?
By comparison, building a music hall by the sea with great effort to satisfy his own interests was trivial.
He had seen more extravagant things, and compared to those, this pure love flowing from the heart made one even more admirable.
However, when they turned around the ridge, they did not see the expected grand and solemn music hall, not even signs of construction.
There was no entire orchestra playing here.
There was only a bare beach and a small pier extending forward into the sea.
From a long distance, they could see the silhouette sitting at the end of the pier, and the fishing rod in his hand cast into the deep sea.
The vast ocean and man were connected by a single line.
Then, a grand and majestic symphony emerged from the sea.
The surging tide rolled with waves in front of him, like a blurred waveform, revealing the terrible forces surging in the undercurrents below.
With the interference of a single fishing line, the surging tides were freely manipulated by invisible hands, colliding and bursting into roars, faintly transforming into an earth-shattering noise.
The sea seemed to be screaming, shaking with anger from the melody, roaring, singing, and chanting.
Endlessly rising, toward the highest level guided by the melody.
Then silently disappeared, returning once more to the sea.
In the end, the layers of undulating tides instantly dissipated, replaced by a smooth, mirror-like tranquil water surface.
Reflecting the sky and distant tides.
Only the lingering sound slowly dissipated.
Everything was like a miracle, yet there was no Source Fluctuation from it, as if the scene of everything humming was just a coincidental occurrence.
And at some point, Marcus was already sweating profusely.
He finally understood why the Wood Cottage showed such an expression when he made the promise...
He did not need to guarantee Huai Shi’s safety.
In front of that person, he couldn’t even guarantee his own safety.
"He already knows we are here."
The car stopped at the end of the highway, and the Wood Cottage said: "It seems you’re lucky. A few days ago, he was too lazy to see anyone from outside and didn’t want to be disturbed."
The young man raised his hand and pointed at that silhouette: "No matter why you came, you can tell him now, Mr. Marcus, but please remember to be quick."
"Is there a time limit?" Marcus asked.
"No..."
In short silence, the young man, who seemed to have always been in control of the situation, suddenly showed a strange expression, couldn’t help but sighed deeply: "If I’m late, I won’t catch dinner, and I’ll be miserable."
Marcus froze for a moment, not understanding what kind of dinner could worry such a young man, but he didn’t intend to waste time.
He pushed open the car door and walked straight towards the distant silhouette.
The closer he got, the more he could feel the daunting pain of each step... As if the vast ocean in front of him was pressing down on him.
Peace mixed with terrifying power capable of overturning everything.
He was approaching a burning volcano.
But suddenly, all of this disappeared, the dead silent, calm sea surface suddenly returned to turbulence, the surging sea rushed to the beach and rocks, erupting in noisy sounds.
And that fishing rod had already been pulled from the sea, empty on the hook.
On the pier, the man with a sun hat turned around, looked at him, and took off the sunglasses from his face, filled with curiosity.
"Are you here to collect a fishing fee?"
Marcus was stunned for a moment, then saw him smile and wave his hand: "Just kidding, hello, I’m Huai Shi, how should I address you?"
Without any condescending inquiry, after shouldering the fishing rod, that excessively young man took the initiative to step forward and extended his hand.
Marcus, for a moment, didn’t know how to react.
"Hello, I’m Marcus..." In astonishment, maintaining professional etiquette, Marcus stated his identity: "Agent from Rome Vatican, Mercury Institution."
He shook Huai Shi’s hand, cautiously, releasing at once.
"Vatican? Seems I have no dealings with that?"
Huai Shi was puzzled, "What brings you here?"
"Actually, I received a commission from the Rome Space Agency to personally deliver this item to you—"
Marcus raised his hand, removed the shackles from his hand, and presented the box in his hand to the man in front of him: "I will await your response."
The box was not large, nor heavy, weighing only as much as a woman’s handbag.
Huai Shi held it in his hand, feeling no danger, but upon closer inspection, he found this box had no place for him to open.
He wanted to ask, but Marcus had already turned around, standing at a distance, quietly waiting for Huai Shi to call him back.
Huai Shi tilted his head, picked up the box in his hand, sat back in the chair, and flipped it back and forth, discovering that this box seemed like a solid block of metal, with no seals or keyholes.
Even with his perception, he couldn’t find any welded places, all metal crystals were neatly arranged, with no layers of seams.
Apparently, there was some Alchemy Matrix inside, maintaining the item’s safety.
If violently disassembled, it would destroy what’s inside.
Huai Shi raised an eyebrow.
A conundrum sent to him?
What aircraft is the Rome Genealogy pulling?