The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Ir had just prepared breakfast. Richie also finished washing and sat at the dining table, picking up the newspapers that had been accumulated for a few days and reading them.

"How was the harvest?" Ir asked casually while taking the bread and spreading butter on it.

"Ha, not bad, 36 fish." Richie also answered casually.

Suddenly his arm was a little stiff, and he glanced at Ir, and saw that she looked calm and relaxed again.

"I need your help with something." Ir said casually again.

"Of course no problem. You say." Richie rarely put down the newspaper, looked at Ir seriously and said. Fearing that she would mention that matter again.

Ir also put down the cup in his hand and said seriously:

"Help me to make a full-scale interference, I don't want people who see me to remember my profession, my skills and my appearance. It's best to clean up the traces at the scene."

"Hmm~" Richie pondered for a moment, then asked:

"This interference is not permanent. When?"

"Today, today at noon." Ir said expressionlessly.

Nodding thoughtfully, looking at the photo with a mustache on the newspaper next to him, Richie answered briefly but seriously:

"No problem!"

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Alok didn't lie in the captain's room these two days. Instead, he came to the lower cabin of the ghost ship and kept company with those skeletons.

As for what he did, of course, he wanted to get in touch with these skeletons and practice his skill of "Prelude to the Dead".

Last Thursday, Alok carefully analyzed how he should upgrade. Although he has not been a transcendent for a long time, his skills are complete and he doesn't have to worry about the secret spells. It's time to consider the issue of upgrading.

The first is the strength of mental power. Although meditation has been interrupted several times due to various things, the strength of mental power is not the most important, right? And meditation is easy to erode. I do this to prevent my will from being eroded. It's definitely not because of laziness.

The second most important thing is the strength of the astral body. This depends on the proficiency of the skills. The clearer the lines on the astral body, the more proficient it is, and the more proficient the skills, the stronger the astral body will be.

Use astral vision to carefully observe your astral body. Three of the five lines in the innermost layer are already very clear. They are the white lines representing protection, the pale white lines representing opening the door, and the pale white lines representing yesterday's reappearance.

However, the prelude to the dead and energy transfer are not so clear.

What surprised Alok was that he could reach the standard of proficiency when he reproduced this skill yesterday. Alok always thought that he was not proficient in this skill and used it very few times. Could it be that his father's explanation made him understand this skill more deeply and the usage of the skill became more diverse, which made the skill become proficient?

In this case, the relationship between skill proficiency and frequency of use is not so great. And a deeper understanding of skills can also make skills proficient.

It seems that I need to think more about the usage of skills.

It's great to have a teacher. Especially his father. Alok sighed silently.

In this way, only energy transfer and prelude to the dead need to be practiced and thought about.

After several actual combat tests, Alok has almost mastered the essence of the energy transfer skill. So it's enough to practice and become proficient.

For skills with trajectory, this skill is very useful. But for close-range attacks, the effect is not so obvious.

Its principle is to make various energies deviate and affect the accuracy of skills. In this case, can the energy be transferred to other targets to directly reduce the power of skills?

It seems to make sense in principle. But I don't know how to operate it. Because energy transfer is a directional skill, it can only be cast on one target, and the transfer is just a random transfer direction.

Tsk tsk tsk~~ It's a bit difficult.

Let's consider the prelude of the dead. I feel that this skill is nothing to say, it just depends on the proficiency. Either transform the undead or manipulate the undead. Proficiency is the proficiency of manipulating the undead.

In this regard, I am quite proficient in manipulating Annie. After all, it's too hot in summer. It's great to have a banshee.

But that's all. To manipulate those skeletons as sailors, I think this can greatly improve proficiency.

But facing these stupid skeletons, Alok was really angry and helpless. Is it because I am not good enough? Why do I see Roger operating so skillfully?

He is not even a necromancer. I am still a half-baked one after all?

Alok slapped the head of the skeleton with clumsy hands and feet. He walked towards the deck angrily.

Looking at the sky, it is almost time. I guess Il will come to see me soon.

It is time to buy a pocket watch. It is too inconvenient to go to the captain's room to check the alarm clock to check the time.

Pinching his waist, Alok stepped on the side of the deck with his right foot and waited in place.

He looked around and wondered how Il would come over. Would he just walk over?

He looked up at the ordinary seagull that landed next to him. Suddenly he understood something, untied the hunter's hammer from his right waist, and placed it on the wooden barrel next to him.

He stretched very lazily, breathed the air by the sea, and sighed that the sea was so beautiful. He turned his head slightly and saw that the Hunter's Hammer had disappeared.

He remained calm and began to pay attention to the dynamics of the port.

It does look like a big scene today, with more and more people appearing at the port one after another.

Among them were many ladies in gorgeous clothes and young ladies from rich families holding small parasols.

Of course, there are also the middle class who are well-dressed but not so flashy and the workers who are not well-dressed but very neat.

But they stood in a very orderly and hierarchical manner. Wave after wave.

He sighed slightly and began to look for traces of El.

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El did not continue to appear on the pier in the form of a seagull.

Because the presence of a lone seagull in a place with so many people is unusual and conspicuous.

She found a secluded corner at the back of a bar called Sanhe.

When she appeared in front of people again, she had transformed into a gorgeously dressed aristocratic lady. Although beautiful, it is not conspicuous among the many splendors.

She was wearing a light blue and white Dror-style dress, a small light blue lace dome hat on her head, and a small white lace umbrella in her left hand to block the sun above her head. There is also a lace glove on his right hand. Look elegant and beautiful.

El walked towards the group of ladies on the pier with elegant steps and a slight smile. Some of them were showing off the huge gems on their hands, and some were constantly swinging their expensive clothes. But their eyes are always looking towards the sea level. Waiting for the ship to appear.

El looked for the location, the location in the divination screen yesterday.

Groups of seagulls kept flying in the sky, and the occasional droppings of feces made people below scream in surprise. One of the seagulls with black tips on its wings was unremarkable.

After Yier found his seat, he stood on the pier and greeted the ladies around him warmly. She didn't look around, but stared at the distant sea level like the others.

When a small black dot gradually appeared in the distance, the first person pointed at it and shouted:

"It's coming!!"

Everyone seemed to be ignited by these words. The ladies did not make any violent moves because of their reserve, but the middle class and men obviously did not have the quality of the ladies, and they threw hats everywhere.

The scene on the pier was very heated. El also followed the steps of many people towards the edge of the pier, close to the sea water, waiting eagerly. Waiting for the moment the ship docks.

Others are waiting for the person who is thinking about me, and I am also waiting for the person who is thinking about me. El thought with a slight smile.

As the ships got closer and closer, the scene became more chaotic and lively. El's heart has received the warning from Claw, and the target has appeared.

She showed the same smile and expectant look as the ladies around her. He turned around and seemed to want the berth where the 'Droll' was docked ahead.

As if for convenience and not to disturb the people around her, she slowly put away the small umbrella in her hand.

At the moment of letting go. The top of the small parasol shot out a premeditated stream of seven-colored light.