The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Frank Palmer

A rank-and-file police officer in the Hamilton District of Dror City.

Of course, this can only be said to be the main business.

What's more important in life is side hustle.

He is also an artist.

But as an artist. Frank was a bit of a loser.

Because I can't make any money, I can only survive by relying on my main business.

The main reason is that he does not have a good instrument, an extraordinary instrument.

At the last party, Frank didn't find his target, an alchemist.

He wanted to find the alchemist who could make him an extraordinary musical instrument.

money is not a problem.

But it's a pity. He didn't find it.

Recently, I have been a bit eager for extraordinary musical instruments because I want to pursue a beautiful woman.

This is about showing your talents.

She is said to have turned down all the young talent in the entire Hamilton area.

This is really challenging, and it would be such a sense of accomplishment if I could catch it.

In order to avoid being caught first.

Therefore, he had no choice but to ask his uncle, Mr. "Judgment" Hector Palmer, the organizer of the party.

Listen to him say:

"You can go to 77 Heaton Street and look for opportunities."

He continued to ask questions, and without saying what the opportunity was, he said in a profound manner, "It cannot be leaked, it is against the rules."

Rules and regulations are dead, but people are alive.

But he couldn't impress his uncle. I had no choice but to come to Black District with a confused mind and the idea of ​​giving it a try.

This was not his jurisdiction, and he was a bit unfamiliar. He stopped a passerby and asked for directions, but he was also struck by this sentence:

"I just want to ask, how to get to 77 Heaton Street?" He ran away in fright.

I only heard the passerby say: "I don't know how to go, I have to catch the boat to Damia." Then he ran away in a hurry.

Watching the strange man running into the distance, he turned a corner and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He stood helpless in the street.

I just wanted to ask for directions.

Is 77 Heaton Street scary?

Forget it, I'll find it myself.

Finally he scratched his head and scratched his butt. He turned around and continued walking down the street.

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Standing in front of 77 Heaton Street, Frank stroked his police uniform to make himself look more gentlemanly.

He fixed his blond hair one last time.

Ignoring the doorbell next to me, I knocked gently.

Bang~bang~bang~

No one answered.

Half a minute later, he knocked on the door again.

"Who are you? Don't you know it's rude to disturb someone else's nap?" An angry female voice came from the room. Somewhat light.

Momo took out the pocket watch in his pocket and took a look at it. It was only 11 o'clock and he went to bed.

But he was very capable and didn't say anything. Put the pocket watch in your pocket.

After a while, the door opened, and a girl wearing a dark blue dress and an untied waist appeared in front of her.

She has black hair and black eyes, and has no other pendants on her body, making her look very refreshing.

After seeing a policeman behind the door, he looked very rude. The frowned brow seemed to say again, "You are not welcome here."

Sure enough, she asked unreasonably:

"What are you doing? Who are you looking for?"

After coughing twice to cover up his embarrassment, Frank said:

"Sorry to bother you. My name is Frank Palmer. My uncle, Professor Hector Palmer, recommended me here."

Hearing this, the girl glanced at Frank and said, "You are here to see my dad, right? He is not at home and went fishing in Sitori Lake outside the city."

Seeing the height of the girl in front of him, Frank seemed to have thought of something. He smiled and said:

"Ah~ No. I'm here to see Miss Witch. You can call me Mr. Artist."

The girl showed a puzzled expression and said:

"I don't know what you mean. Mr. Policeman."

Looking down at his uniform, Frank arranged his hair because he felt handsome and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, I'm not black."

He pointed to his armband and said again: "Did you see it, ordinary policeman?"

But what greeted him was only a "bang~" sound.

He touched his sore nose. He said helplessly:

"Looks like you have bad luck today."

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Gangcheng District.

A seagull with blue feathers landed in a dilapidated alley. It glanced back and forth furtively.

Finally, he moved into an ordinary room through a broken window.

The room was dark, with only the dim light coming from the window.

It fluttered up and landed on the table in the center of the room.

There is also a cloth sofa in the room, which is full of oil stains. A brown stuffed bear with messy hair lay on it.

The blue-haired seagull spoke human words and asked it:

"Little Bear, how are you preparing your things?"

A full half minute passed, and the little bear actually gradually sat up. It could be seen that his expression was very sad, and his black crystal eyes were shining like tears. The little bear lowered his head, touched his bandaged right hand, and said:

"I thought you would never come to me again. Roger. After all, we are the only two in the world so unlucky."

After flapping his wings vigorously, Roger said in a bad tone:

"Little Bear, I am different from you. I can still change back. And you are an activated life yourself."

Standing up straight and looking at Roger, Little Bear still said in that sad tone:

"It's the same, we've all been abandoned."

Finally, he lowered his head and looked at his fuzzy but messy fingerless hands.

Let out a deep sigh.

"Hey~"

This made Roger feel dizzy, and he said impatiently:

"How are the preparations for the ceremony going? I'm still waiting to change back."

After a long silence, the little bear finally spoke:

"The materials are ready, but there is only one chance. The God of Contract is not easy to cheat."

"Then hurry up." Roger couldn't stand this seagull form anymore.

He stopped talking, but flew straight to the back room.

He kicked open the door at the far end of the room with his own feet and looked back at the little bear who was still in grief and motionless. Roger really couldn't stand the little bear's grinding.

Then, he flew to the sofa, picked up the bear and flew to the back room.

It was a two-story building, but there was no baffle between the two stories. Sunlight shines through the holes in the roof.

In the center of the room is an inverted three-pointed star binding circle.

Nothing else.

After throwing the bear from the air to the ground in the back room, Roger turned around and closed the door forcefully.

"Let's get started, little bear. Stop grinding." Roger said, looking at the little bear who was still lying motionless on the ground.

"I was just thinking about my previous owner. She was so beautiful. So gentle." The little bear lay on the ground, and a tear actually flowed from his black crystal eyes.

"But she abandoned you." Roger said mercilessly.

Hey~~~

Another sigh.

Roger couldn't bear it anymore and finally flew to the little bear and comforted him:

"Okay, okay. Little Bear, your master will come back to find you. She just lost you accidentally." He looked at the Little Bear with the rice-sized eyes of a seagull.

Seeing a different kind of light appear in the little bear's eyes, he continued:

"I think your master may be more sad than you. After all, she loves you so much."

Holding back his nausea, Roger forced an ugly smile that belonged to a seagull on his face.

There was some expression on Little Bear's face, as if he had found a confidant, and he said:

"Do you think so too? I also think that my master just accidentally lost me. She must be working very hard to find me."

"Yes, I think so too, let's get started?" Roger said perfunctorily.

"No problem, I'll go find my master when it's over. Will you come with me? You'll search in the sky, and I'll search on the ground." The little bear stood up and looked at Roger expectantly.

"Sorry, I won't be able to fly then." Roger refused expressionlessly.

Little Bear lowered his head again and said:

"That's right, I was the only poor doll at that time."

"But I can look for it with you." Roger said hurriedly when he saw the little bear looking like that again.

"Really? Roger, you are my best friend." The look of hope appeared on the little bear's face again.

"certainly."

The little bear heard this sentence. The mouth, which originally looked like it was sewn together with needlework, split open, revealing the ferocious jagged teeth inside. He said happily:

"I haven't laughed like this for a long time, ever since the master accidentally lost me."