The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"What attack?" Alok asked in confusion while gnawing on a leg of lamb.

"Don't you know?" Florian was a little surprised. "It was such a big scene today. It was all a mess."

"I don't know. Is this abnormal?" Alok laughed it off as if nothing had happened, and said casually: "I have been practicing my skills on my ship."

"You know, extraordinary skills require constant practice to become proficient." He seemed to be very emotional, frowned slightly and said: "I hate that kind of mechanical practice."

Looking at Alok's nonchalant performance, Florian sighed. This is probably what it means to stay out of things that don't concern you. He said helplessly:

"Okay, then I'll tell you about the situation first."

Hearing this, Alok waved his hand to stop, even the lamb leg fell into the plate, wiped his greasy mouth and said: "Wait, wait, wait. You settle the last bill first. You still owe me 20 gold coins for labor."

Hearing this, Florian slapped his head painfully, then took out his wallet from his pocket, found two banknotes with the largest denominations and handed them to Alok. Some reluctantly said:

"It hasn't been approved yet. This is what I paid you first."

"Now you can finally tell me." He said anxiously.

Alok looked at the banknotes back and forth, carefully observing the authenticity, and looked very realistic. But it was just a pretense, how could he know how to identify banknotes.

Putting the banknote with an oily thumbprint into his pocket, Alok nodded to indicate that Florian could start talking.

"The last commission is a thing of the past. Just pay attention to the missing children case." Florian first dismissed the previous commission. Then he continued to talk about business:

"There was a loud gunshot at the port today. I wonder if you heard it." Florian looked at Alok seriously and said.

It's a thing of the past? It was covered up again? Did Il kill some big shot? Or was he just looking for an excuse to cover it up, just like last time?

Alok was very puzzled. He shook his head and continued to listen to Florian's follow-up.

"The victim is Baron Edward. He was killed in public, and his body could not be found. The murderer ran away long ago and no one knows where he is."

Florian continued with a serious tone:

"According to our preliminary investigation, the murderer may be a group of several marine scholars, psychologists, historians, and criminals. It should be a collaborative crime."

Sorry, Il alone is enough. At most, I am a tool to help. None of them were guessed right. The professional quality of your police is too poor.

"Can you tell me in detail? You always ask me to tell you. You only give me a little information each time. It makes it difficult for me to find it." Alok complained.

He also wanted to hear what useful information the police had. After all, I am not an undercover agent for nothing.

Oh~~ Speaking of this. Ir didn't ask me to be an undercover agent just for this.

Ir, you are really scheming, you expected this.

"That's why we need professionals like you." Florian flattered. Seeing that Alok was still chewing the lamb leg as if nothing had happened, he shrugged his shoulders and continued:

"The details are that at 12 noon today, when the Drol entered the port and docked at the dock, Baron Edward was shot on the dock. There was no trace of blood at the scene."

"All the witnesses at the scene forgot what happened, but they all knew that it was Baron Edward who died, so we judged that a psychologist suggested that the witness forget that memory."

"The witness only remembered a gunshot and a big fish appeared at the end. This should be the sudden situation that caused the witness to notice it. The scene. So we guess that the direct murderer is an oceanographer. Because transforming into a marine creature is the skill of oceanographers, and as the home of oceanographers, jumping into the sea to escape seems to be a good choice. But the possibility of using extraordinary items is not ruled out. "

"The historian's retrospection was strongly disturbed, and we judged that it was interfered by a historian."

Before Alok asked, Florian continued:

"Also, the physical evidence left at the scene disappeared. Maybe a criminal stole it."

"In short, a difficult case." Florian concluded.

There is no case you give me that is not difficult.

The police probably guessed more than half wrong. The only one who guessed right should be a historian. That was my father, Richie.

I think the psychologist's guess should be incorrect. Since it is a work of memory, I believe historians can do it.

For big fish, it was Il's transformation spell. But stereotypes will make them think that this is something that only oceanographers would do.

The only thing I don't understand is the problem of the stolen physical evidence. A criminal? I don't know what skills the criminal has.

Unable to figure it out, Alok simply asked:

"What skills does the criminal have?"

"Criminal?" Florian looked up at Alok, then suddenly realized and said:

"You mean start with the last criminal? That makes sense. Why didn't I think of it."

I didn't say anything, I just wanted to ask what skills the criminal has. You're making me embarrassed. Should I continue asking or not?

Florian ignored Alok's stunned expression and said to himself:

"I personally put the physical evidence in the box. There must be traces of it being stolen by the criminal's skills. As long as you look back when it was thrown away, you can find the time when the criminal appeared. Then we will use this time as a basis to look for suspicious persons. Like the people who are close to the box.”

"Perfect!" Florian patted his thigh with an excited expression. He praised:

"Captain Jack, you are truly the most professional person I have ever met."

Ah~~~I really can’t bear your flattery. I'm just an undercover agent. To get some information. This~~what do you want me to do?

But he quickly realized that he couldn't just stay there, it was very stiff and cheap. So he laughed sarcastically and said:

"It's nothing, it's just a commission. Remember to pay."

"No problem, as long as the case is solved, money is not a problem." Florian said confidently. Then he hurriedly stood up from the sofa, crossed Dana and strode out of Sanhe's door. A stunned Dana and a rather embarrassed Alok were left behind.

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"Ivan is dead!"

Four people stood face to face in the hot sewer, and the green will-o'-wisps added a strange atmosphere. Jason, who had not yet changed into his police uniform, looked very depressed. He stood in front of the skinny hooded man and stated today's events in a low voice.

"Then why aren't you looking for the murderer? How did you become a policeman?" Ryan was very angry after learning the news. Although he and Jason were not superiors and subordinates, he still cursed angrily.

"There is no way to make up for it even if you find it. The most important thing now is to find another second-level mystic scholar." Jason's expression did not change.

Of course, his complexion could not be worse.

"There are very few mystical scholars. Where are you going to find them? After searching all over Dror City, there is only one Ivan?" Ryan also knew that what Jason said was the truth, but his tone still did not calm down.

"Maybe there are other ways." Jason said in a low voice, looking at the figure on the other side who was the smallest among the four. He said, "Mary. What do you think?"

The small figure coughed twice first, and then said in a deep voice:

"There are other ways. But it can only be used as a backup. Find a witch, level one is enough. But you need to be proficient in the skill of beacon. Also, call me Maryman."

"Come on, Mary. Are you pretending to be a northerner? Have you ever been out of Navest?" It was obvious that Jason was very dissatisfied with Mary.

"Okay." Ryan interrupted the conflict between the two. Said: "I do know a witch. Mrs. Harry from the Port Sanhe Bar."

"Her?" Jason was surprised at first, and then said: "She can't do it, she is from the temple."

After a long silence, the hooded man following Ryan suddenly spoke:

"Speaking of witches, I do know one."