The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

After many days of scorching sun, the city of Drol finally drove the sun out again.

Although the raindrops have not yet fallen to the ground, both the sultry weather and the lightning in the sky indicate that a rainstorm is coming.

Of course, no matter what, Alok cannot be punished.

He sat in his fixed seat in the Sanhe Bar without being shaken.

There was no one in the bar yet, but Alok was used to it. He had to wake up Mrs. Harry himself every time.

When a thunderbolt streaked across the sky, Mrs. Harry's gloomy face appeared on the stairs. She said listlessly:

"Captain Jack. You are really punctual."

"Eating is the ladder of human progress." Alok took off his tricorn hat and put it beside him, saying casually.

"You are so humorous." Mrs. Harry rolled her eyes and replied.

"As usual, any set meal and a beer."

"I have to say, since you became a regular customer of our store. I feel like I have a son." Mrs. Harry said sarcastically.

Uh~~ cough cough

I can't respond to your words...

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"Mrs. Harry, the squid is a little hard today. Is it not fresh?" Alok's cheeks hurt a little, frowning and gritting his teeth.

"Forget it. It's good to have something to eat." Mrs. Harry shouted from a distance.

There was another thunder in the sky, and the door of the bar was suddenly knocked.

At the door stood a gentleman in a black suit, a wig on his head, and stockings on his calves. He frowned slightly and walked into the store.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Phasma here?" he said politely.

"Mr. Phasma. We don't have Mr. Phasma here." Mrs. Harry thought for a while and replied.

The noise just now attracted Alok's attention. He looked at the front desk of the bar, waved his hand, and said loudly:

"I'm here."

The gentleman followed the sound and looked into the store. Seeing Alok sitting in the corner, he smiled politely, thanked Mrs. Harry, and turned slowly.

He walked to Alok's table and looked at the oil stains on the sofa. Although he didn't look disgusted, he didn't sit down.

"Are you Count Otto's man?" Alok asked casually while chewing the squid ring in his mouth.

He smiled politely, and said with a tone of Damia in his accent: "Mr. Phasma has good eyesight. I am the doorman of Otto Manor."

He looked at Alok's eyes, paused for a moment and continued:

"Mr. Phasma left too quickly last time, and Count Otto forgot to prepare a gift for you. He asked me to give it to you."

He took out a parchment book with gorgeous patterns in his hand. He placed it on Alok's table. He continued:

"The Earl heard that Mr. Phasma was very interested in the history of Drol City, so he chose this history book of the Fifth Epoch as a gift."

"Oh?" Alok thought he was looking for me for something, but he didn't expect it to be a gift, which made him feel a little surprised.

After all, I didn't bring a gift last time, and taking someone else's things like this would inevitably make me feel guilty.

But the rule of Navest is that if you refuse someone's gift, it is equivalent to refusing good intentions. Never deal with each other again.

What else can I do? Since I don't want it after someone gives it to me. Am I not a fool?

The surprise on Alok's face flashed away. He looked at his greasy hands and didn't feel embarrassed to take it directly. He had to smile awkwardly but politely and nodded and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Count."

Seeing this, the waiter nodded and responded: "The weather looks a bit bad. I was delayed a little time to find you. It seems that I have to go back early."

"Of course, of course no problem." Alok said, relieved. "Look at the weather outside, it's going to rain heavily soon."

Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed across the sky again. This time it was not a joke. The heavy rain fell down.

Alok looked at the helpless waiter with a black face and smiled innocently. The waiter also shook his head helplessly, frowned and turned to walk out the door.

"Damn it, Captain." At this moment, Roger suddenly appeared at the door.

He staggered to sit opposite Alok, stroked his wet hair and complained: "I clearly predicted that it would rain half an hour later, why did it suddenly rain? I am soaked all over."

"Maybe your prediction is not accurate. The weather in Dror City is like this, it rains as soon as it is said." Alok said embarrassedly.

"How is the map going?" He changed the subject and talked about business.

Hearing this, Roger's mood became worse and he said:

"Don't mention it, the map doesn't exist at all. I searched for a long time and no one knew about the map. Not to mention any physical objects."

"Well, I also expected it. It's something from the Fifth Epoch, and it's not uncommon for it to disappear. But in this case, the clues are broken again." Alok comforted for a while, and then said helplessly.

"That's true. But it's raining heavily these days, and there's no way to track it in the sewer." Roger said angrily. He looked a little depressed.

Suddenly, Roger saw the old book on the table, picked it up and asked:

"What is this, who gave it to you?"

"Didn't you see him just now? He is the gentleman who passed by you." Alok answered casually.

Hearing this, Roger picked up the book and looked at the cover, then curled his lips at the words on the cover that he couldn't understand at all.

Then he opened the book directly from the middle, and a page of parchment fell off with a slightly larger movement.

"Hey~ Hey~ A product of the Fifth Epoch, more than 1,000 years of history. Be careful. This kind of antique is very valuable." Alok said quickly.

"Very valuable? That's it? It will break if you move it." Roger shook his head helplessly, picked up the page that fell on the ground, and put it in the place where it fell in the book.

Then, as if he saw something new, he neatly connected the page with the book. The two pieces of parchment on the left and right merged into one, and a whole messy map appeared in front of him.

In the center of the map was a building that looked like a temple, with a pattern of shields and swords painted in the center of the building.

One side of the temple faced the ocean, and on the other side, a semicircular city radiated out from the temple.

Roger looked at it half-understood, so he continued to flip back.

Almost the same map, but the buildings on it changed into lines. Weaving the entire city together.

"What kind of book is this?" Roger asked in confusion.

Alok, who was chewing squid rings with the attitude of not wasting food, was suddenly a little surprised. He looked up and looked at Roger and said:

"A book about the history of the fifth century city of Dror."

"Deror City?" Roger confirmed again.

He did not wait for Alok's answer, but looked at the map again, turned the book to the front page, and carefully turned it over to face Alok. He said:

"In my opinion, this is the map of the fifth century of Dror City. And the sewer map you want is the one behind it."

Hearing this, Alok, who was originally indifferent, suddenly perked up and looked at the map seriously.

Although he had never seen the pattern in the middle, he had learned it in the book "Advanced Azera".

The runes representing war and battle are shields and swords.

Combined with the appearance of the temple in the center of the map, the answer is obvious.

The temple in the center is the Temple of the God of War.

When he flipped back, he saw a map similar to a subway rail transit map. Alok immediately realized that Roger was right.

This really looks like a sewer map.

The middle of the map is right next to the temple on the previous map. The pipes are thick and eventually flow into the ocean. This is the drain.

But the only problem with this map is that there is nothing wrong with it.

The sewer is a sewer, and there is no passage leading to some strange place as Alok imagined.

Alok was thoughtful. He pushed the plate in front of him aside and took the book in front of him. After reading it carefully again. He said:

"You know why I am the captain. I can get things that you have never heard of."