The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Looked at her left paw. Even if she turned into a cat, there was a black rabbit outline on the white paw.

This~~

It's OK.

"Can I tattoo it on my back?" Alok scratched his head and asked.

Seeing Alok's aggrieved look, Il chuckled and said:

"Yes, but I have to tell you in advance. There is a disadvantage of tattoo deformation. You can only turn into what you tattoo. You have to think it over carefully." Il reminded.

"Of course. This skill is too convenient." Alok nodded and replied.

"Okay, brother. I'll tattoo you when I get home." She turned around and walked like a cat. Her tail was raised high, and her head was swinging back and forth, showing that she was in a good mood.

Unknowingly, they had reached the back door of the tavern. After looking around to observe the situation, the two turned back into humans.

Looking at each other, Il said:

"I'll go in first, and you go in later. It was too obvious last time."

Alok knew that Il was talking about the assassin's accident. Without saying much, he nodded in agreement. He put on the hood of his cloak and stood quietly in the hidden place at the back door of the tavern waiting quietly.

When Il just entered, he saw Florian walking in with big strides. He was wearing the ill-fitting cloak from last time, and his chin was still exposed.

After a slight pause, he had already passed Alok and entered the bar.

After waiting for another minute, Alok took a step.

He took out the coins he had just changed from his pocket and handed them to the waiter at the door. After nodding, he walked into the room.

He consciously stayed a little further away from Il and sat down two stools apart.

He habitually turned on his astral vision and looked around at the other five people present.

The one directly above was still Mr. Judgment.

Below him on the left was a transcendent emitting a soft white light.

It seemed to be a bit similar to the color of his astral body, but it was different. That person was a little softer. And there was no gray ribbon on it.

It might be a pirate who had not learned any skills, or some other profession that he had never seen.

Sitting quietly on his right was the person who didn't say a word last time. His astral body exuded a brilliant and changing light.

In addition to Florian, there was also a necromancer sitting opposite. The astral body with a mixed light of gray and green impressed Alok.

Bang~

At this moment, the door was opened with a loud noise.

Everyone was attracted by the sound and looked at the door. A man wearing a ghost mask walked in and sat at the bottom of the party. There were several scars on his bare upper body and a thick musket on his waist.

Although everyone hated such behavior, they kept restraint and did not blame him because it was a party.

In the astral vision, Alok saw a star composed of a bright mixture of bright red, orange, dark blue and dark green light. It was very impactful. But it did not reach the level of level 2.

Frowning slightly, Alok did not recognize what this profession was. But he always felt that this color did not look like a good person.

His will body astral body gave Alok a very bad feeling, constantly surging and changing the dazzling brilliance.

"The time has come. Let's get started."

The 'Judgment' at the end of the table made a majestic voice.

Before he finished speaking, the shirtless man at the bottom couldn't wait to shout:

"Is there a second-level devil spell? I heard that the channel here is good."

Everyone frowned and looked at him. But no one blamed him.

If such a person is not pretending, then he is very skilled. Otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Of course, there are also some who should have died but have not died yet.

Hearing this, although Alok hated this behavior very much. This is very disrespectful to others, especially the organizer of the party.

But he still noticed what he said. The devil's spell.

Remember who said the professional knowledge of the devil?

Yes, the Hutt Empire cult organization that Roger once mentioned - 'Day of Destruction'.

I was surprised at that time. I didn't expect to meet it so soon.

The Day of Destruction is one of the most dangerous cults, on par with 'Holy Temple' and 'Death Seat'.

You can imagine how terrifying and evil the 'demons' are.

"No? It seems that this place is not so good." The big man looked at the people who were looking at him, shook his head and said.

The extraordinary people present turned their heads away from the disgusting idiot at the bottom and started a normal communication.

Obviously, 'Mr. Devil' was also very tactful and did not interrupt when everyone was talking. He seemed not so stupid.

"I want the second-level spell of the knight." Florian spoke first. He looked around, looked at the people present, and finally focused his eyes on Il.

This made the unknown extraordinary sitting at the top turn his head and look at him.

This happened to be seen by Alok.

These two people know each other? Could they be Florian's colleagues?

That's interesting, a secret party with two policemen. Hahaha~

Very cultivated, he held back his smile and looked at the mud beside his shoes with his head down.

Seeing that no one spoke after a while, and that the witch lady he hoped for did not bring him a surprise, Florian sighed helplessly, patted his right hand on the table, and said:

"It seems that there is no. I also want an extraordinary weapon. It is best to use it for the knight profession. A sturdy sword and shield."

He looked around expectantly again.

Hmm? Want a knight profession?

In my understanding, shouldn't it be more complementary than strengthening the same profession?

This is easy to understand. If you have the skills of this profession, you will also have a supernatural weapon of the same profession. This doesn't seem to have much effect.

Is it because the profession of knight is special?

In the end, Il couldn't bear to watch the atmosphere turn cold, and livened it up with a cold tone:

"Mr. Knight, do you know that these things you bought are contraband for the military?"

"Of course I do. I know it's hard to buy but there is always demand." Florian replied helplessly.

"I know there are people in the military who smuggle this. They resell the weapons and shields that have been eliminated by the top brass in the army. But~" El drawled a long tone.

The cold tone of Miss Witch gave Florian a spark of hope, "But what, money is not an issue."

"But I don't know the channel."

Don't tell me, El's cold tone had a different flavor to his jokes. Alok thought unconsciously.

Hey~ Could it be that mastering too much information will produce special and funny effects?

Why do I always want to laugh. This is so unserious.

This is a serious party.

"Hate~ I thought the witch lady had great powers and could handle everything." Florian responded with a joke that was neither too serious nor too serious. Then, he waved his hands helplessly and said, "I won't buy it. Let's continue."

"Ahem, I want a will body crystal. Preferably the one with a star spirit body crystal." A young male voice came from Elok's right side.

"If it is a pure will body crystallization, there is no occupation limit. If it is a star spirit body crystallization, it must be in the artist field."

Hearing this, Alok suddenly remembered that he still had a piece of crystal that he had not dealt with. It was just right to sell it to him.

He was about to speak when he suddenly heard the shirtless demon say loudly:

"I have one, but it doesn't have the astral body crystal."

His dark pupils looked directly opposite him through the evil ghost mask.

Then, he continued to add: "I just solved a guy without eyes. There is still blood. Do you want it?"

"How much?"

Holding out five fingers, Mr. Devil sat on the ground and raised the price: "Five hundred gold coins."

Everyone was silent. After a moment, a male voice with a somewhat disgusted tone came from Alok's right side and said:

"This is too expensive. You must know that such a thing is only worth 150 gold coins at most."

"You know, the price of this thing is now. This thing has doubled in one week. The price is still rising." Mr. Demon put his hand on the table.

As if he was dissatisfied that the person opposite him was still ink-stained, he continued: "I've been to several parties, and the supply of this stuff exceeds the demand. It's getting more and more expensive."

"If you don't buy it, you might even lose 1,000 gold coins."

He really looks like a salesman, but he is still a few levels behind me and El.

I'm really sorry. But I couldn't stand it any longer.

This is a serious party! Calm~Calm~