The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

There was no reply for a long time, and no lunch came.

Irritated, he scratched his black hair, making Alok look a bit messy.

Sure enough, only straight men will reply instantly. Goddesses have to think about it for a long time.

He yelled, "Waiter."

The waiter just now came over quickly and said apologetically before Alok could speak:

"Right away, the food will be served immediately."

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if there is a room." Alok leaned on the greasy sofa and looked up at the waiter and asked.

The waiter showed a standard smile and answered:

"Yes. Our rooms here are clean and tidy and include various services. A single room costs 8 karat a night, a double room costs 13 karat. A suite costs 23 karat. Hourly rooms only cost 4 karat for a double room."

After looking at Roger who was pretending to be dead, Alok said:

"Open a double hourly room." He took out a gold coin from his pocket and made a crisp sound when it hit the table.

After saying that, Elok stood up and pointed in front of him and said:

"Lead the way. Oh, by the way, my lunch will be delivered to the room."

He picked up what he had, including the two oddities and his suitcase. Follow the waiter trotting in front of you all the way upstairs.

After entering the room, he waved the waiter to leave, and Alok observed the room.

There are two small beds in the small room, and the white sheets look new. Very different from the restaurant downstairs.

There are two wooden chairs and a small table in the room. There were water cups, tea leaves, ashtrays and other miscellaneous items on it.

There was also a small bedside table beside the bed, with a vulgar magazine showing naked women on it.

He casually threw those two weirdos on the bed. Alok said:

"Stop pretending to be dead, Roger."

Seeing that Roger was still motionless, Alok took off his three-cornered hat, took off his jacket and hung it on the hanger at the door, revealing the musket under his arm.

He pulled out the Hunter's Hammer and wiped the sweat off the surface, showing an expression of disgust. Looked at Roger again:

"I may have a snack for lunch today, but I heard that seagull meat is not very tasty."

This sentence frightened Roger and he stood up immediately, flapping his wings to steady himself. It seems that it is quite accustomed to the body of seagulls.

"Damn it, Alok. It's you again. You've made me cry twice. If I hadn't been unable to cast the spell, I would have killed you right now." The blue-haired seagull said viciously.

"Okay, I remember what you said. This makes me think about whether to add extra food." Hearing this, Elok played with the musket in his hand.

After flapping his wings twice, Roger shouted:

"No, Alok. We are brothers in need. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Big brother."

This is nothing like what you just said. He wanted to kill me just now.

Glancing at the blue-haired seagull, Elok held the musket in his hand. He said expressionlessly:

"Stop talking nonsense, what about that? What is it?" He pointed at the little bear who was still pretending to be dead.

After glancing at the little bear, Roger replied nonchalantly:

"Leave him alone, that's just him. He usually pretends to be dead."

Seeing the distrustful expression on Elok's face, Roger reluctantly continued to explain:

"Okay, it's a binder. His name is Little Bear. We were performing a ritual, but you interrupted it. Damn it~"

He held back the damn Elok words that followed.

"What ceremony?" Alok asked doubtfully, but his face still had the expression of keeping strangers away.

"Uh~haha. A transshipment ceremony can make me lucky." Roger said haha, and then flapped the little bear twice with his wings. "You're right."

Obviously, the little bear ignored him, but turned over on the bed, facing away from him.

"Forget it, Roger. At least you saved me once, so I'll give it back to you this time." Alok put the musket into the gun bag and said casually.

His chest rose and fell sharply several times.

Roger had a hard time and couldn't tell, so what does it mean to give it back to me?

You~~

You have interrupted my hopes.

But I can't say it, I'll just say it.

He owed his sister money and wanted to default on the debt. I'm afraid I won't get extra meals.

Being subordinated and unable to cast spells, the little bear definitely couldn't fight, he could only cry.

What else can I do? I can only pay back the money within three months.

no way. Roger could only pretend to be mute, smashed his teeth and swallowed them.

Noticing the rapid rise and fall of Seagull's chest, Roger said:

"By the way, Elok, why are you here?"

"Oh~ you mean me?" Hearing this, Alok looked at the seagull on the bed and said, "I have committed something, and I am wanted. I am preparing to go to the sea to avoid the limelight."

"Go to sea? Become a pirate?" Roger asked doubtfully, with a smile on his face.

Raising his head slightly to look at the ceiling and thinking for a moment, Alok replied:

"Okay, being a pirate is not bad. But I don't like burning, killing and looting."

"Well, I don't like those either. I've never been ashore on the White Seagull." Roger tilted his head and looked at Alok.

The blue-haired seagull with its head tilted was quite cute, and Alok couldn't help but want to hit him.

I have never been to the shore, so I believed your lies.

With a smile on his face, Alok asked:

"Do you have any channels? Second officer~?"

"Yeah~~Yes, but can I pay you back?" Roger tried to say.

Looking at Roger in surprise, Alok waved his hand and said confidently:

"No problem, but it depends on how much it's worth."

Bang~Bang~

There was a knock on the door. Interrupting the conversation between the two, Alok turned his head to look at the door and asked, "Who?"

"Sir, your lunch and beer." The voice of the waiter just now came from outside the door.

Hearing this, Alok smiled and touched his hungry stomach. He took the jacket from the hanger and put it on his body, covering the gun bag under his armpit.

He opened the door, pointed to the table to the waiter, and said, "Put it there."

He nodded slightly to the waiter, and Alok watched the waiter leave. He hung the jacket on the hanger again and sat on the chair in the room.

After collecting the change on the table, Alok put one of the beers opposite him, looked at the lunch in front of him, and said to Roger who continued to play dead, "Get up, Roger. The waiter is gone."

Pointing to the lunch, Alok continued, "It's my treat."

"Come on, I prefer to eat raw fish now, swallow it whole." Roger flew to the table.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Alok could not deny Roger's words. Continuing the previous topic, he said:

"Tell me, what channel."

"There is another ship in Repton at the port of Asbestos Town. It is parked in a hidden cave." Roger looked at Alok. "But I can't drive it now."

"I understand, we'll go after we're full." Hearing this, Alok, who was eating grilled fish, did not stop eating and said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, listen to me first." Roger paused and continued:

"I went to see a few days ago and found a group of dead spirits there. So we have to deal with those dead spirits first."

Putting down the fork in his hand, Roger's words reminded Alok of the undead witch. Asked:

"A group? How many? I don't have a way to deal with the dead spirits."

"I looked, about a dozen, I don't know on the ship."

Took a sip of beer in front of him. Roger showed a disgusted expression on his face, "What kind of beer is this? It's definitely not from Damia."

"More than a dozen?" Alok stared at Roger with wide eyes and said, "You're kidding. I can't handle it."

"It's nothing, just some skeletons, they will break into pieces with a chop." Roger said shamelessly. "Besides, we can ask your sister to help us. There is a witch who can help us very well."

Why does this feel wrong.

Roger, this bitch, even counted my sister in.

Fuck

"No." He refused directly.

Seeing this, Roger also knew that he couldn't convince Alok, so he said: "Then we can only find a necromancer to help us. But I don't know any necromancers. Drol City is too hot, and the undead don't like it here."

Speaking of necromancers, Alok glanced at the little bear on the bed and said: "Just ask the little bear for help. The binder is an expert in souls."

Hearing this, Roger was stunned and suddenly realized.

After a brief thought, he looked at the little bear and whispered, "Good idea, but you have to deal with him."

After a pause, Roger added, "He was originally a doll of a magic binder, but was later abandoned. He has always wanted to find his original owner."

"So~" Roger spread his wings, like a person.

"Really? I understand. Leave it to me."