The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

After saying that, Alok got up and went to the bed, grabbed the little bear by the back and brought it to the table, and placed it on the table.

He said bluntly: "I will be your master from now on."

The little bear's black crystal eyes suddenly lit up, and the head that had been deeply lowered quickly raised. It opened its mouth and didn't know what to say. It raised its bandaged right hand.

"I plan to form a pirate group, and there are only three of us now." Alok pointed at the three people. "I want you to be the first mate, what do you think."

The body that was originally sitting suddenly stood up, and the little bear opened his mouth, raised his right hand and said: "Of course no problem, master."

"Ha. That's great, little bear." Alok reached under the table with his right hand, took out a small iron box from his trouser pocket and handed it to the little bear. He said:

"I picked it up for you."

The little bear took the iron box in confusion and opened it. Two crystals were shining in it. One of them was emitting a shining colorful light. He grinned happily:

"Great, Master. I thought it was lost."

He picked up another larger but somewhat contaminated crystal and asked, "What about this one?"

Shrugged, Alok said helplessly, "That's mine, I kept it in the iron box, I forgot."

"Do you need me to keep it for you?" The little bear tore open the huge crack on his chest and pointed inside, which was as dark as an abyss.

The blue-haired seabird next to him stared at the two of them blankly, with its beak open enough to swallow a whole fish.

Just like that~~~conquered?

He lowered his head and shook his head vigorously, as if he was still questioning the world.

Alok was also startled by this somewhat terrifying scene. But he was not scared silly, shrugged nonchalantly, and then replied:

"If you want to keep it for me, keep it. I wanted to sell it originally. I didn't sell it."

The little bear picked up the crystal and looked at it carefully for a while, and then looked at it against the light outside the window. Said in praise:

"This is really a beautiful crystal. A woman strangled her own child to death because of erosion. Also because of her own child, she was eroded but did not collapse and became a banshee. Tsk tsk tsk~ This chaotic, numb, and contradictory crystal of will is the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Huh? Did Heather strangle her child to death?

Wasn't it killed by that assassin?

Tsk tsk tsk~ Erosion is really too terrifying.

Hey~ Who cares.

"It is even mixed with a bit of depravity. This should have appeared recently. She must have been crazy before she died."

"It must be great as a collection. It must be super great to make an extraordinary item."

Put away the iron box in his hand, put it in the iron box, and then swallow it with the huge crack on his chest. The little bear looked at Alok and said:

"Master, you are so lucky."

"Do you like it? Then I will sell it to you?" Alok continued to solve the grilled fish in front of him. Although it was not so delicious, it could fill his stomach.

"No, you are my master, what's mine is yours." The little bear stretched out his big head and looked at Alok seriously.

"Ah??? Okay. What's yours is mine," Alok replied in surprise.

Can you refuse something that is delivered to your door?

"We are going to fight at the port of Asbestos Town in a while. Deal with a few undead. Can you do it, little bear?" Alok asked while continuing to eat.

"Of course, I am a level 2 binder, and dealing with a few undead is no problem." The little bear patted his chest with his bandaged right hand.

The little bear is level 2, I thought it was only level 1.

It's also my fault that I didn't turn on the astral vision to take a look.

As if thinking of something, Alok asked maliciously:

"Since you are level 2, you must have learned all the skills of the level 1 binder."

"Of course, otherwise it will be easily eroded." The little bear replied as a matter of course.

"Then do you have any powerful attack skills against the will body." Alok raised his head and looked at the little bear.

Without thinking, Little Bear said directly: "No, only binding."

"Ah? Isn't it said that the binding magician is an expert in the will body?" Alok asked in confusion.

Spreading his hands, Little Bear replied helplessly: "That's true, but the attack means are only available at level 2."

Originally, Alok wanted to cheat a skill, so he spread his hands helplessly and continued to solve the lunch in front of him.

"Speaking of which, I do have an offensive skill against the will body." Roger suddenly said.

Putting down the fork in his hand again, Alok asked:

"What profession? What skill?"

"A skill of a necromancer scholar, called 'Prelude to the Dead'." Roger said again. "I got it from the Church of the 'Sleeping City', I guarantee it."

"Oh? What's the use?" Alok looked at Roger's serious seagull face.

"Can it be used to pay off the debt?"

"Oh~, you are talking about this. No problem, no problem. But we have to see how much it is worth." Alok said shamelessly.

Anyway, I'll cheat it first, and I believe that Il won't say anything.

Of course, with Il's greed, he would definitely not let Roger go.

Hearing this, Roger seemed to be relieved and continued to introduce: "In fact, the most fundamental function is to control the undead. Control a dead will. It is equivalent to signing a unilateral contract."

"The second function is to change the will of a living person to death. In other words, it can gradually turn a person into an undead."

Well, it is indeed a good skill.

But turning a living person into an undead abruptly.

Well, this is too evil.

But it seems to be no different from killing people directly.

Alok kept nodding his head. "But he has no direct attack effect on the will."

Hearing this, Roger nodded, but he added: "Indeed, but you can control a banshee. Make screams."

"Oh, right. I forgot to explain to you the classification of the undead." Roger said after looking at Alok who was still a little puzzled.

"The first category is the most common undead, skeletons, zombies and the like. They must rely on corpses to survive. This kind of will is generally transformed from ordinary humans who are relatively fragile and can only perform simple attacks and movements. The second category is the pure will life formed after the death of extraordinary life. This type really has all kinds of types, from the most common banshee to advanced evil spirits. This type can cause a lot of damage to the will."

"So, finding a banshee can meet this problem."

"So it is indeed a good choice." Alok nodded with satisfaction.

"Ahem, but I still want to ask, Captain. What do you want this for?" Roger actually coughed out of his bird mouth. He asked.

"Huh? What? I'm a pirate. A free pirate."

"To learn skills, of course."

Alok casually took out the pistol from his armpit and let it spin around his fingers. He didn't care about what he had said before about the easy discharge of the gun.

"Pirate? Free pirate? How come I remember you were just an ordinary person a few days ago." Roger asked puzzledly. "I thought you were going to become a necromancer."

"Don't you understand what it means to look at a man with new eyes after three days of separation?" Alok raised his head proudly and pointed his nose at Roger. He continued to spin the gun.

Roger didn't quite understand what this sentence meant anyway. But after seeing Alok's look, he closed his bird mouth and didn't say anything.

"So, master, you don't have to worry about those undead at all. You just need to control them." Little Bear said after thinking for a while.

"You can also find a few sailors for us. Ha~ This is really great." Alok said with a beaming eyebrow.

"Ahem, I haven't sold it to you yet, Alok." Roger was shocked when he saw Alok's arrogant look.

"What? You don't want to sell it?" Alok just stopped the gun and pointed the gun at Roger.

This is really as bad as his sister.

"No, no, no, sell it. I mean, it's not too late to pretend after you learn it." Roger quickly flapped his wings to get out of the lock of the gun.

"Okay, that's true." Hearing this, Alok inserted the musket into the gun bag under his armpit and said casually.

"How much?"