v2 Chapter 7： Abala and the Mysterious Voice

Vlad turned his head sharply, the island not far away had appeared in front of him, and after the wind just now, the Platinum-Draeg had completely deviated from the original route, and he didn't know where it went. went.

It is indeed a very rare thing to encounter a small island with people in such a situation, and looking at the performance of the chef, this island seems to be a very famous island.

Vlad even had some doubts, why is his luck so good? Couldn't be some guy running it behind the scenes? Vlad's brain hole is not small.

"Island of Music?"

Vlad said, "A famous island?"

"yes,"

The chef's eyes are very eager, as if he has seen some rare and cherished ingredients, "Although I have never been here in person, I have heard of this place, and it can even be said to be thunderous!"

"yes?"

Vlad also seemed to be interested, "Let's hear it!"

The chef was no longer angry, and said softly: "The island of music - Abala, the most famous music capital in the sea, almost all the famous musicians in the whole sea have held concerts here."

"What's more well-known is that about half of these musicians are aboriginal people from this island, and they all came out of this island."

"It can be said that this is the holy place for musicians from all over the world,"

With a look of longing on the chef's face, "All guys who are determined to become first-class musicians will want to come here to study, to learn from the musicians here, and to hold a concert here!"

"For the musicians on the sea, to be recognized by the residents here, to be recognized by the musicians here, is the most outstanding achievement in their musical life!"

Looking at the expression on the chef's face, Vlad asked curiously, "What's wrong? Chef, do you want to give up the promising job of a chef to become a musician?"

"That's not it,"

The chef smiled, "I just dreamed of being a musician when I was a child, but then I chose to be a chef!"

"Really? The cook wanted to be a musician when he was a kid?"

The maid looked happy.

"Yeah, so this island was the holy place in my heart at that time!"

The chef stretched out a hand, pointed to the island, the island of music - Abala, and smiled: "Look, that is the symbol of Abala, the great sculpture famous all over the world, the sound of music! "

"Oh~"

Vlad's eyes instantly turned into ferocious vertical pupils, and the island that was not clear in the distance seemed to be pulled in in an instant.

"Oh!"

"It's amazing!"

Vlad said so.

It was indeed a huge statue, with dense towns sprawling around a mountain, and on top of the mountain stood this statue, a statue of a huge musical note, casting a shadow in the sun, forming the highest point of the island. altitude.

"Captain, do you want to go to the island to have a look?"

The chef said so, this was his dream when he was a child, and it was his holy place at that time. Even though he had given up his dream of becoming a musician, he still wanted to visit this island.

"OK,"

It wasn't Vlad who spoke up, but the maid who was equally enthusiastic, "I'm curious about this place too!"

"also,"

Under the introduction of the chef, Vlad also wanted to go to the island to see it, sailing on the sea, adventure is of course a necessary behavior, "Then let's go and see!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The maid ran back to the cabin to take the helm.

"Captain, I'm going to put away the flag. It seems a little too arrogant to hang the pirate flag."

The chef said, "After all, this is also a famous tourist city on the sea!"

"Fine,"

Vlad responded: "Although it won't stay for a long time, let's have less trouble if you can!"

"kindness!"

The chef jumped and jumped directly onto the mast to pack up the pirate flag on the boat.

"Uhhahahaha!"

Vlad looked at the island that was getting closer and laughed: "Then, the Fire Dragon Pirates have landed on the Island of Music!!"

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"Oh, there are so many people!"

Vlad did not pretend, as he said, he did not plan to stay on this island for a long time, so he was not afraid to reveal his identity, "It is indeed a well-known tourist city!"

As Vlad said, there are quite a lot of people on this island. After finally docking the boat in the port, it was almost crowded out of the port, and a short distance made Vlad. Rad had at least half a catty of sweat on his body.

"Have there always been so many people here?"

Fred asked.

"I don't know, I've never been here, Mr. Captain!"

The chef shook his head.

"Of course not. Even the island of music, Abarra, can't have so many tourists all the time!"

The chef didn't answer the question, but a tourist next to him picked it up, "It's because these two days are special circumstances!"

"Special circumstances?"

Vlad raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know?"

The man looked terrified.

"Yup."

Vlad looked very calm, "Can't you?"

"So you're not a fan of Serena-san anymore?"

The man asked, "You didn't come to her concert?"

Vlad shrugged, "Of course not!"

"Pooh!"

The man spit on the ground, UU reading turned his head and left, hearing Vlad's words, all the people around invariably moved away a certain distance, looking at Vlad and the three of them with very deep eyes is contempt.

"Oh, looking for a fight,"

The maid rolled up her sleeves. She had just mastered the skill of hardening her armament color recently. It was the moment when her hands were itchy.

"Go, maid!"

Vlad didn't care, he grabbed the maid's collar and walked away, not paying any attention to the strange eyes of the people around him.

"Captain, these guys—"

The maid looked puzzled.

"Silly boy,"

Vlad smiled, the corners of his mouth wide open, "There's no need to bother with those guys!"

"cut!"

The maid followed Vlad indignantly. The grumpy maid was treated like this and wanted to slash people with a knife, but she was helpless and her captain didn't care about such a thing.

After getting out of the crowd, the three of Vlad left the pier. Vlad turned his head and said, "Go to the city to find a hotel first, I'll find you later!"

"Hey, Captain, what do you want to do?"

the maid asked.

"Well? How do you say it?"

Vlad looked annoyed: "It seems that there is some noise over there! So I want to take a look."

"sound?"

The chef looked around and there was a lot of noise, nothing special.

"I heard,"

Vlad raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his finger and nodded his head, "Very sad voice!"

"So I want to take a look,"

"What kind of guy can make such a sound!"