The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Today is Wednesday again.

Of course Alok knew what Elok meant by giving her the extraordinary weapons. Just meet up at the meeting point where you go to the party. There is no need to run to the house.

Not afraid of the mess in the dilapidated room, Alok sat down on the table in the middle of the room and waited for El's arrival. During the boring wait, I also practiced the skill of "energy transfer".

As a tricolor tabby cat quietly appeared in the room, Alok also stood up from the low table. He took out a short wand from his pocket.

The unpretentious wooden staff is engraved with carvings that represent the skills of the mystic scholar. The wand is surrounded by spark-like stars of various colors. From the tip of the stick to the tail, it disappears into mystery.

"Wow, this is the mystical scholar's wand? It looks very mysterious." Ir appeared in the room in human form, looking at the wand and exclaiming in admiration.

"That's right. Its name is 'El's Wand of Association'. But it only has one active skill. The name is 'Contact'." Elok said, waving the wand casually.

"The function is to link extraordinary skills together. Or to expand the association to mutate the skills and produce even weirder characteristics."

"I don't see any effect. Could it be particularly useful for witches?" Elok asked doubtfully.

"Of course, you idiot, of course you can't tell." Il grabbed the wand from Elok's hand and said angrily, stroking the body of the wand. But there was an obvious hint of joy in his tone.

"It can cause the elemental affinity skill to produce powerful mutations. Do you understand?" Il looked at Elok and said happily. "This is the skill you need."

"Of course, this skill has other uses. I read in a book that it can be used on magic circles. It is used to connect spells." Il waved his wand and said casually.

After waving it a few times, El looked satisfied, showed a bright smile, and then carefully put the wand into the 'witch's pocket'. Then he took out Alok's 'hammer' from his pocket, threw it to him with a look of disgust, and said:

"For your rags."

"Hey~ you are crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, unloading the mill and killing the donkey, changing your mind when you see the new, and hating the old. Anyway, my hunter's hammer has done a lot for you. How can you treat it like this?" Elok was very dissatisfied with this, He had the courage to shout.

"Tch, that broken hammer of yours was so cold that you could freeze to death. You even gave me a bullet. You have the nerve to say that. You're so stingy." El complained, pinching his waist.

"I believed you could take away an enemy with one bullet. What a stingy! I only have 15 bullets in total. Now there are only 6 left." Alok argued with some excitement.

"You also said you are not stingy. I remember it so clearly." El said angrily.

"You~~you~~"

Alok was left speechless by the argument. Also, when facing an unreasonable person, no matter how many reasons you give, it is useless. He depressedly stopped trying to argue. He frowned and said angrily:

"Forget it, you win. It's time for us to go to the party."

Elle, on the other hand, held her head high like a winner. Another color was added to the already bright mood.

The two came to the familiar back door of the tavern again through the disguise of the transformation spell. After paying the entrance fee of 3 kats and 60 pence, the two entered the room at the same time.

Today's gathering was particularly deserted. Apart from El and Elok, only the undead scholar was still present. Jean Il and Alok were amazed.

After thinking about the reason, it was probably because a major accident had just occurred at the port. The black men were out too frequently. It's not like Alok and El who have disguises and can be unscrupulous. So it was normal that no one showed up at the party.

After a long silence, Mr. Judgment finally spoke:

"It seems there is no one else today. Let's get started. Do you have anything you need?"

"There is no second-level secret spell for the undead scholar." Ir said coldly without waiting for the undead scholar to speak.

"Haha, there is no second-level secret spell of the witch." The undead scholar also laughed dryly and said in a joking way.

Alok didn't speak. Originally this time I was sending weapons to El, and I just stopped by to see what inspiration and news there was at the party. I don't have any needs myself. As for the demand, I would also go to Lorna to make some bullets.

However, after a short silence, the undead scholar suddenly spoke.

"I have a commission to find Miss Witch. Fortunately Miss Witch is here today, otherwise I really don't know where to find you."

Um? Another commission. Il was so welcome.

"As long as you have money, it's no problem. It would be even better if you have a witch's second-level secret spell." El said coldly.

The undead scholar laughed sinisterly, stood up, pointed to the small room over there, and said:

"Let's go in and talk in detail."

"Of course." El said matter-of-factly. Then he got up from his seat and walked into the small room first.

She was still sitting on the sofa where she usually sat, her head lowered so deeply that no one could see her emotions, anger, sorrow, or face. When the undead scholar closed the door, she still held back her curiosity for the sake of her disguise and did not speak.

Seeing this, the undead scholar also sat down opposite El, leaned forward slightly, and said:

"I wonder how well Miss Witch masters the 'Beacon' skill."

Beacon? Il first thought of it with doubt, but for the sake of disguise, she did not repeat it out loud. Instead, she said naturally:

"This is the foundation of a witch. It is the connection between various skills. Without a beacon, you cannot be called a witch. Moreover, if I am not proficient in it, why am I in a hurry to find the secret spell?"

The necromancer seemed a little embarrassed, leaned forward again, and said:

"Of course, I believe that Miss Witch is professional. It's just that my commission requires proficient mastery of the beacon skill. So confirm it again, just in case."

Il did not speak, but silence has expressed her problem.

Seeing this, the necromancer said in detail:

"I want to complete a large magic circle. But I can't find a complete altar stone. So I need a witch to use a beacon to connect small pieces of altar stones to complete the connection. The magic circle formed in this way can barely be regarded as a complete altar stone. Achieve the effect of a magic circle."

Hearing this, Il was suddenly stunned. With a cold tone and a question in her voice, she said:

"Then you should find a mystic scholar."

"I didn't expect Miss Witch's knowledge of mysticism to be so solid." The necromancer flattered first, and then said with a sigh in his tone:

"It's too hard to find a mystic scholar in Navester. I can only find a witch as a substitute. Please forgive me. Although what I said is not very nice. But this is the fact. Miss Witch also understands that 'beacon' is not the best choice."

At this moment, a huge wave of emotions surged in Il's heart.

Indeed, there are very few mystics in Navester. And I just killed a mystic scholar and encountered such a thing. I'm afraid it's not hard to find, but I killed him. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?

Has he discovered that I am the murderer? Is this a test for me?

Or is it just a coincidence?

After a moment of silence, Il saw that the person opposite was still very calm, so she said:

"I'll think about it."

Then, she immediately sank into her will and began to "call" Alok. Asked:

"Have the blacks made any progress on the case?"

Not long after, Ir received a reply: "I have led the blacks astray. No progress."

It was not a police test. Why? Ir squinted his eyes and thought.

Then the killing of the baron named Edward really destroyed the construction plan of a large magic circle, and then he was coincidentally invited to complete the unfinished part.

It seems that there is only one explanation.

Then this can only be regarded as a coincidence among coincidences.

No, I always feel that something is wrong, something is missing.

Her squinted eyes suddenly widened, and her pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

Ir forgot a very important thing-Azra's revelation.