The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Look, we got the money, and then we got the people. It's almost time to stop. If we continue, we won't make any money. We are still not satisfied. What will we do if we lose everything?

Rabbits will bite when they are anxious, dogs will climb walls when they are anxious, and people will commit suicide when they are anxious. After all, people will die if they commit suicide.

We can't just watch Roger die, right?

We have already promised Roger, and we can't do things against our conscience. We must have credibility.

After figuring this out, Alok nodded vigorously and replied, "I understand, El. You are right."

Hearing this, El nodded with relief and said, "The boy is teachable."

Looking at El in surprise, Alok didn't know where he learned this sentence from.

After about ten seconds, El still didn't move, so he urged, "Remove him quickly."

Hearing this, El smiled slightly and took out the magic wand from his pocket. She silently chanted a spell, and a colorful light hit Roger who fainted on the table.

The man with dark blue hair and a somewhat worn dress who had not been seen for a long time appeared curled up on the table.

"Hey~ Is it over? I thought there would be a ceremony?" Alok asked doubtfully.

"It's just a transformation spell. How can it be so difficult to remove it. I just borrowed the power of the God of Contract to let it maintain itself." Il waved his hand and said.

"Let him rest here." Il casually glanced at Roger lying on the table and said. Then he looked at the real captain 'Jack' and asked:

"You have no objection, Captain Jack."

"Ha~~ Let him go outside to rest." Alok pointed to the books on the table and said.

"Oh, yes. This knowledge is very valuable. It can't be shown to others casually. Let him go out to sleep." Il woke up as if from a dream and agreed. Then he casually asked Roger to leave politely with the witch's hand.

Seeing this, Alok breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Book of Prophet is still in the room. Fortunately, Ir didn't see it.

Apart from this, there is nothing in the room. The most important thing is the Book of Prophet.

I have been too busy recently and haven't checked the changes in the Book of Prophet. If it is as I speculated, it should change with my changes.

The two were silent for a long time. Ir looked around in the light of the fire and suddenly asked:

"Why is it so cool on your ship? I don't want to leave."

"It's really cool." Alok agreed first, then looked around and gave his own answer:

"There used to be a lot of undead here, including the banshee 'Annie' who originally lived here. Now they are all my crew members. The undead like cold environments. So, Annie spontaneously transformed this place into a summer resort."

He smiled slightly and said again: "Do you want to stay here? That's great. I don't want to eat the food at the dock."

"Alok, you let me stay just for this?" Ir looked a little annoyed and questioned.

"Of course, of course not." Alok quickly changed his tone, becoming flattering and humble: "I want to learn supernatural knowledge from you better."

"I have to go back to do my own things. How can I play with you here." Ir frowned and said.

Ahem, what can a little brat do? I never saw you go out when I was at home before. You just don't want to see me?

Hey~ What can it be? Looking for a secret spell? Looking for a supernatural weapon?

Alok seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked: "Who was the person who commissioned you at the party today? I think he has bad intentions. Do you agree?"

"What what what has bad intentions." Ir was very dissatisfied with Alok's questioning and shouted loudly.

"Then what do you say he wants you for." Alok looked at Ir seriously and asked again.

Seeing this, Ir glanced at his brother who was jealous for no reason. But he still asked, "Do you know Hector Palmer? Dad's fishing friend."

"Yes, he's my college professor. What's his relationship with him?" Alok asked again, raising his voice.

"That man is his nephew. He's an 'artist'. He originally wanted to find Rona to customize a supernatural item. Later, Rona was restricted by her family and couldn't come. So he found me and asked me to help him find Rona." Il explained.

As if he was worried that Alok would think too much, Il asked again, "Do you understand?"

I didn't hear Il's last sentence. What Alok thought was:

Customize supernatural weapons? Then find me! I have a bound magician.

Alok suddenly looked at the little bear at the door.

There is also a piece of will crystal that is not used.

Rolling his eyes, Alok suddenly had an idea. Even though there were really only two people here, he still approached Il mysteriously and asked quietly:

"Do you want to make money?"

Standing one foot away from Alok with disdain, Il said:

"What money?"

With another mysterious smile, Alok approached Il's ear again and whispered: "Look~"

He pointed at the little bear sitting at the door.

Looking at the little bear that looked a little scary under the green firelight, Il asked in surprise:

"What's wrong? A little bear doll."

"That's a magic binder. His name is Little Bear. He is now my first mate." Alok approached Il and whispered.

Hearing this, Il's eyes lit up. He suddenly raised his head and suddenly realized.

"You mean. We make our own weapons. We sell them to that Palmer."

"That's right." Alok replied with a slight nod.

"What about the will body crystal used?" El asked again. But he soon realized that he had asked a stupid question and said quickly:

"Isn't that crystal contaminated?"

"Moreover, what he wants is an extraordinary musical instrument for the artist's profession. Is that possible?" El asked.

"Why not? Little Bear said something that day. I suddenly remembered it." Alok paused for three seconds intentionally to show off. Seeing El's anxious expression, he said:

"He said it would be great if this crystal was made into an extraordinary weapon."

But he didn't go on. What Little Bear says is good may not really be good.

Just like his quality. I really can’t compliment you.

It almost killed me last time.

"Then how do you say this is the field of artists? We can't lie to people." El asked again.

"You forgot. This is the crystallization of the will of an undead banshee. Doesn't it have the ability to scream? Isn't that also an art?" Elok said with his mouth full.

"Huh? Is screaming called art? I can't fool you." Elok was speechless.

"Why doesn't it count? Have you never heard of opera?" Alok said suddenly. "Isn't that just like screaming in an opera?"

Il suddenly understood Alok's ability to appreciate art, and he helplessly retorted: "What kind of scream is that? It's a high pitch."

"Then ours is also a treble. It's just a bit high. If you think it's not art, it means you don't understand appreciation." Elok said forcefully.

The two looked at each other for a long time, silent. In the end, El was unable to refute, nodded vigorously, and said:

"It's really yours, Alok. Half the money."

Damn it~ you become so fast. Didn’t I just say that you can’t lie to people and you have to be trustworthy? His face changes as soon as he hears it.

El, as expected of you.

Alok has a better understanding of the speed of El's face changing. He said helplessly: "I gave you the materials and the Mage Binding, and you just give me a client and ask for half of it. It's too dark."

"Okay, then I'll ask for 70%. Indeed, asking for half of it if you only provide materials and people is really too much." El said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Alok quickly ignored El's words and interrupted: "Okay, half is half. But we agreed that the material cost will be paid by that Palmer."

"That's right, what are you talking about? Why are we talking about money? It hurts our feelings." El said with his hands spread out without blushing. There was a smile of success on his face.

"It is expected that each person can earn 250 gold coins. How good." El said again, crossing his arms. "This is called win-win."