The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

The temple is really stingy.

For a crystal and so much information, they only gave me 200 gold coins?

Alok counted the stack of banknotes over and over again, and finally shook his head and sighed and put them in his pocket.

After seeing off Aiken Mitchell, he set out on his journey again and came to the cafeteria to ask for a special afternoon meal.

Coincidentally, Roger had just finished his meal. Alok sat down opposite Roger naturally. He said:

"I was just about to find you."

Roger looked like he had been caught doing something wrong. He looked at Alok in confusion and asked:

"Why are you looking for me?"

"I want to tell you something good and discuss something." Alok looked at Roger with a sincere smile.

"Because you wiped out the anti-will action last time, I told the temple that I would give you a reward. Although they are very stingy. But it is a sum of money after all. Remember to give it to me when it is distributed."

Roger's original interest disappeared instantly, and he rolled his eyes and said:

"I knew it was not a good thing. They said they would give it to me, but in the end it was not in your hands."

"Then I also solved your debt problem for you. You have to thank me?" Alok asked with wide eyes.

Hearing this, Roger tried his best to solve the meal in front of him, and praised him insincerely:

"Yes, yes, thank you. Greedy Captain Jack. You are really a model in the pirate world. Or tell me what you are going to discuss. I don't want to hear this pleasant news."

"Okay, I plan to go to Damia. You should know this." Alok said bluntly. "If you want to follow me, follow me. If you don't want to follow, remember to return the money to me."

"It's better to just tell me to follow." The moment he heard the news, Roger's eyes widened and he asked loudly.

"Isn't this democracy? I have to ask for your opinion." Alok explained with a suppressed smile.

He took the Dameia beer handed to him by Mrs. Harry and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Harry."

Then he turned around and took a big sip, and then continued to say to Roger:

"What do you think about us sailing there?"

"Of course I have no problem. But your boat needs some time to maintain it. It has been parked for too long, it needs some time." Roger sighed and said.

Hearing this, Alok nodded, then pondered for a while, and suddenly said:

"Well~~ There is another question. Can you sail the boat without shaking?"

Hearing this, Roger raised his eyes and gave Alok a look, letting him experience it himself. Then he said:

"I heard that the Drol will leave next Monday. The bigger the ship, the more stable it is."

"Well, that's a good idea." Alok nodded and replied quickly. "Where to buy the ticket?"

"Port Administration." Roger answered casually.

. . . . . . .

In the afternoon, the sun was already setting. Alok stood at the ticket office of the port administration, looking at the huge display board with great interest.

This is a regular passenger ship ticket office, and only ships funded by the government can sell tickets here publicly.

Of course, there are also private passenger ships. Although it is cheaper, the problem is that you can never ensure the safety of such ships.

Whether it is a threat from pirates or a threat from the ship itself.

There are colorful posters hanging on the huge display board of the ticket office. The huge hull of the Drol occupies more than half of the entire poster. The remaining half is the scenery of Damia.

From the door, you can still see the Drol standing in the Drol Port.

There are no sails and no huge steam chimneys. Compared with ordinary sailboats, it is more like a high-tech ship. The difference is that it is still made of wood.

"How much?" Seeing that the staff at the ticket office did not pay attention to him, Alok asked proactively.

It seems that the ticket office is still very busy. Although the sun has set, it can't stop people's enthusiasm.

The ticket seller, who was wearing a bowler hat and a neat waiter's uniform, finally turned his head to look at Alok and pointed at the price list on the counter. Without saying anything, he continued to introduce the information of the Dror to a gentleman next to him who was dressed more formally.

As if he knew that he seemed to have cut in line, which was not very polite, Alok did not look at the price list, but quietly waited for the ticket seller in front to introduce it.

"Third class cabins, only provide meals to maintain daily life. Located at the bottom of the ship. 16 people per room. 2 deben 56 ket"

"Second class cabins, 2-4 people per room. Located on the first floor of the cabin. Provide breakfast, lunch and dinner and certain living services. Four-person room 8 deben 88 ket, two-person room 14 deben 44 ket."

"First class cabins, single room, with a servant room. Located on the deck. Only available to nobles with titles and priests of the temple. At least knights. Provide all the services on the ship. As long as you have them, you can make a request and we will try our best to meet them. 100 deben per room."

"There are also premium cabins between first and second class cabins, single room. Provide the same services as second class cabins. 20 deben 20 ket."

"The ship has all the entertainment facilities and dining. For a gentleman like you, I suggest you choose first class cabins, which also come with a servant room. It is more in line with your status."

"Uh, haha." The young man in a dark black suit smiled a little embarrassedly. Said:

"It's a pity that I'm not a noble. Maybe I can buy it next time."

"Then I suggest you choose the high-class cabin. You can enjoy time alone and enjoy the scenery on the sea. It is also very good." The conductor continued to recommend.

He pondered for a moment, touched his smooth chin, and said:

"Yeah, but it can only provide the same services as second class. It's not cost-effective."

Hearing this, the conductor's face showed a little disappointment. She has seen many such people, who only look decent and gentleman, but are only hypocritical in their bones.

This is a common problem among the average middle class in this society.

To put it simply, if you don’t have money, you still pretend, and respectability is everything.

But she still said politely: "There are all services on board, and you can add services at any time. Don't worry. I don't know which cabin you choose?"

He frowned again and pretended to be unsure. After nearly half a minute, he finally seemed to have made a decision and said:

"Since they are all second class. I would like to buy a quadruple room. Thank you!"

He took out a few gold coins from his pocket, took out a small bag, weighed it, and handed it to the conductor. said:

"8Deben88Kate. Click."

With a slightly embarrassed expression, the conductor counted out the silver coins, a total of 88. Plus those 8 gold coins. Just enough.

Then, she took out a parchment ticket from under the counter and handed it to the well-dressed young man.

The gentleman bowed politely and turned to leave.

Alok found it quite interesting to watch the gentleman in front of him complete the transaction. I can’t figure out why a person who clearly knows the price of the ferry ticket and has already made plans to buy it takes so long.

With a bit of humor and confusion on his face, Alok watched the gentleman walk out of the box office.

He scratched his head, walked to the counter, and said directly without waiting for the conductor to continue the introduction:

"A first-class ticket."

And counted out ten banknotes from his pocket. Hand it to the conductor lady.

When he raised his head, he saw the conductor's eyes with some confusion and surprise. Seeing Alok take out ten banknotes, he said awkwardly:

"Sorry sir. First class requires proof of identity. I wonder if you have brought it with you today?"

"Oh, oh, of course." Alok naturally thought this was the right thing to do. After all, not everyone is a noble.

He took out the parchment he had just obtained from his pocket. Lord's Identification.

Amid everyone's surprised eyes, he handed it to the conductor.

Her eyelids twitched and she saw the mark of Grand Duke Dror. He smiled hurriedly and said incoherently:

"Uh, oh. Lord Phasma. Of course. That's enough."

She hurriedly returned the parchment to Elok. Then he took the ten large bills and counted them. After confirming that there was no problem, he took out a golden invitation from under the counter and handed it to him with both hands. He smiled and said:

"Have a nice trip."