The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

The gunshots rang out again in the harbor city.

Alok watched the monster in front of him gradually fall backwards. He held the gun in one hand and hugged her with the other.

Unlike the bullet that just hit Reg, this bullet penetrated Misha's head and shattered the back half of her head.

There was a smooth bullet hole in the middle of her forehead.

Her expression still had a relieved smile. Her eyes were not fully clear, but a tear fell.

Seeing Misha's final death, Alok suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Misha.

Maybe it is happiness to die in the arms of a lover.

Alok lowered his right hand and sighed silently.

My mood became a little heavy. If I didn't kill Reg, Misha would not be eroded. She wouldn't want to kill me and eventually die.

She was eroded but still loved Reg. How deep is this feeling?

Even if this is a sadomasochistic love. It shouldn't end like this.

I don't know who is wrong. It's probably just a different standpoint.

I don't know why the police have different attitudes towards different professions.

Is it a classification of the degree of harm to society? For the good of the people? For the overall situation?

Shaking his head, Alok no longer thought about these high-level issues. That was something the God of the State and Order considered.

He raised his head and looked at Il who was walking towards him. Suddenly, he felt a little dizzy and his eyes were a little black.

Licked his dry lips.

What happened?

It was like hypoglycemia. Suddenly, there was darkness in front of him.

With a thud, he fell straight forward on Misha.

A moment later, Il stood beside the bodies of Alok and Misha and kept shaking his head, sighing: "It's so disgusting, and Alok doesn't dislike it. Tsk tsk tsk~"

"Miss Witch. I think if you don't want Captain Jack to die of excessive blood loss, I suggest you treat him first." Florian hurriedly came from behind and said. I didn't hear Il's muttering.

"Ah? Captain Jack? Then I'll send him to the Temple of Life. Maybe it's still in time." Il asked in surprise. Then she reacted, looked at the horrible wound on Alok's back, and continued Florian's words in a serious tone.

"Well, good idea. I'll take care of the aftermath here." Florian agreed.

After a little thought, she nodded and agreed to Florian's plan. She took out her little wand and cast a transformation spell on Alok's body. Turned him into a mouse. She turned into a raven.

Standing next to Alok, she grabbed Alok with one claw. As if she suddenly thought of something, she said "Remember to pay." and flew away in a hurry.

Hearing this, Florian showed a funny smile and shouted to the witch lady who was gradually flying away in the sky: "Don't worry, I will send the money to Captain Jack."

Then, he shook his head at the scene and sighed. He said to himself:

"Hey~ The final finishing work is still handed over to me. This hammer belongs to me. I just need a heavy weapon. I haven't spent my own money. That's great!"

After the battle, Florian was still admiring the giant hammer in his hand. Ron came late. He was panting, hunched over, and sweating profusely. While holding the wall that was about to collapse, he said: "Hu~Hu~Hu~Florian~~You are running too fast~I can't keep up."

"Oh~Ron. It seems that you need to exercise." Florian remembered that there was such a person, and he said helplessly.

Looking at Ron's thin body, Florian sighed again: "Your physical strength will be very disadvantageous in combat. And you can't make extra money."

"There is no way, ~~Historians~~~are all~all like this." Ron said breathlessly.

"Luckily you're a policeman. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to survive. You really should exercise." Florian persuaded.

"Like this time, you didn't help at all." Florian continued.

"Huh~ Sorry. I can't help it." Ron seemed to have recovered a little, supported his knees and stood up, saying: "But you can still handle the aftermath."

"Well, it's better to move quickly."

Now it's good, I don't even need it after the matter.

Florian thought happily.

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On the other side. The junction of Wilk District and Black District.

Temple of Life.

This place is not like the magnificent stone building of the Temple of Order. It's better to say that it's a forest than a temple, full of the breath of life, the fragrance of soil, and the taste of nature.

The outer wall surrounded by neat trees does not conceal the scene inside at all. But the hazy fog makes the whole deep forest full of mystery.

There is some silence in the forest, and occasionally there are two larks chirping.

A black raven landed on a chair formed by the bent branches of a tree inside the Temple of Life. There was a gray mouse at its feet. There was a horrible wound on the mouse's back that was constantly bleeding.

Ir loosened his right claw that was holding Alok and turned into a human. He took out his magic wand and turned Alok back.

After checking Alok's breath, he found that he was still breathing. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself:

"Fortunately, I didn't catch him to death."

Then she raised her head and shouted:

"Pastor Andil? Pastor Andil? Are you there?"

After a while. A weak voice came from behind a tree not far away.

"Sorry, I'm the only one here today."

A girl who was only 1.4 meters tall slowly emerged from the hole on the side of the tree. He smiled slightly and continued:

"Pastor Andile disappeared today."

She slowly walked up to El, lowered her head slightly, performed the etiquette of the goddess of life, and said: "Praise life."

Seeing this, Yi Er touched his chest with his right hand and praised sincerely: "Praise life."

Then, she said in a somewhat urgent tone:

"I don't know where Pastor Andil went. I have an injured person here."

"Sorry, I don't know. She has disappeared often since I came here, leaving all the work to me." The weak girl said a little aggrievedly.

She looked at Alok lying on the tree chair and said, "But if it's just an injury, I can treat it."

"I don't know what to call the Reverend Miss. My name is Ivel." Il asked as his anxious expression gradually softened after hearing the Reverend Miss's words.

"My name is Zolazo, Zolazo Moria. You can call me Zolazore." The small priest replied politely.

"Okay, Zola Zor. It's a bit of a strange name. My brother was injured by a supernatural force, so it may be necessary to remove the supernatural power. The attacker is a torturer." El said, pointing to Elok. He said quickly but clearly.

"Hmm~ This is my first time dealing with this." Zola Zor frowned as he looked at the wound on Elok's back. "But I can do it, but I've never used it. Leave it to me!"

Um~Is this your first time using it?

El grabbed his short hair and said helplessly: "Okay, I believe you. Pastor Zola Zor."

Hearing this, Zola Zor nodded vigorously. He walked up to Alok, took a look, and said:

"We should take off his shirt first, I'm afraid it will affect his wound healing."

Il nodded, knowing this was a necessary step. He quickly took off Alok's leather jacket that was torn in half, and then tore his white shirt along the tear. Revealing the hideous wounds inside.

Due to excessive bleeding, the wound no longer bleeds very much. It glows white and is very ferocious.

There is also a tattoo of a dagger on the side of the wound. Elk frowned slightly, where did Alok get so many tattoos. I do not know how. But she also knew that now was not the time to delve deeper, so she stepped aside and nodded gently to Zola Zor.

Seeing this, Zola Zor closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand to rest on the wound on Elok's back. After thinking for a while, he muttered silently in Elvish language that El could understand a little:

"Goddess, please purify and heal the life before you. Praise life!"

Her right hand glowed softly, caressing Alok's wound. The muscles at the wound squirmed strangely, gradually converging toward the middle. Finally, it merged into a long and narrow scar.

Opening his eyes, Zola Zor frowned, looked at the scar, scratched his head and said:

"Well, I'm not very skilled yet, so that's all I can do."

"This is already good. Just leave this scar to give him a long memory."