The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Roger. You continue to observe the situation around the ship, look at Edward, and don't let him run away. I want to go back and catch up on some sleep." Alok's eyes were red. He said while holding on to the fence.

He stretched hard and yawned. He continued: "This is not too much for a meteorologist."

"Of course. As long as Captain, you don't forget to give me the commission fee." Roger agreed with a casual wave of his hand.

"Of course. I'm a good boss." Alok slowly walked towards the cabin.

It was already afternoon, and Alok, who had not rested for more than a day, was already a little unbearable.

Extraordinary people are human too. Level two extraordinary beings have not yet reached the state where they can go without eating, drinking or sleeping.

As for when it can be done, follow what the book says. Every profession is different.

The earliest difference is that at level 4, Life Priest can skip meals. Artist Level 4 can do it without sleeping. Oceanographer Level 4 can do without drinking water.

Other professions. This can usually be done when one becomes a high-level transcendent. At that time, he could no longer be considered a human being.

More similar to the existence of gods.

Generally speaking, levels 7 and 8 are also called God's servants. Level 9 is directly called a demigod.

For Alok, that was still too far away. He was still in a state where he had to sleep and eat.

In addition, the threats to him on the ship have been dealt with by himself, and there is a bear in the room on duty for him. There is no need to worry about being assassinated or sneak attacked.

Therefore, Alok slept particularly soundly with his pillow in his arms.

This is much more comfortable than the captain's chair on the Ghost Pirate Ship.

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When Youyou woke up from her sleep, Alok felt particularly peaceful.

I wiped my sleepy eyes and looked out the window at the moon hanging high in the sky, with the silver-white light of the crescent moon reflected on the sea.

"Oh, damn. I only slept for a few hours." He hammered his groggy head in frustration.

After getting up and going to the bathroom to deal with the pain in his lower abdomen, he fell down and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, the morning sun was just rising from the sea level, and seagulls were squeaking around the Dror. Claw also stopped on the balcony, tilting his head as if looking at Alok.

It seems to have found a way to survive at sea, and its visits to Airok have become less and less recently.

Alok slowly got up from the bed, pulled on his slippers, and walked to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, he walked to the sofa while wiping his wet hair.

The sofa is new. Of course, this was also compensated by Alok.

This ornately carved sofa costs a full ten cents.

On that day, the little bear made him lose a full 24 debens and 75 kats. Then the interior was restored to its original state.

It's so expensive.

He put on the uniform in a daze, and then put on all the equipment. Only then did I finally feel like I had been reborn.

After all, Silver Pain hurts to hold empty-handed.

The pain also successfully stimulated Alok and brought his spirit back on track.

With a clever move, he quickly put the Silver Pain back into the gun bag under his arm.

Putting on the glove on his left hand, he became Lord Phasma.

He still prefers to be the captain named Jack.

He straightened the top hat on his head and smiled at himself in the mirror. Step out of the room.

when he walked to the restaurant. But suddenly I found that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Every time he passed a table, different eyes would look at him.

Most of the men showed an expression of disgust, while some gentlemen showed an expression of understanding that all men understand.

The expressions of women are a bit more interesting. Most of them have disgust and disgust on their faces, while a few have eagerness to try in their eyes.

Most people whispered as Alok arrived, but no one spoke to Alok. Everyone seemed to be moving away from him.

This made Alok feel more and more puzzled.

Finally, he couldn't hold it back and checked the memory of a gentleman with understanding eyes.

You don’t know if you don’t see it. He got angry after watching more.

This is all gossip spread by someone.

What Lord Phasma has is special taste and unique taste.

What, that tomboy turned out to be a nightingale. 20 debens a night.

The most important thing is: Lord Phasma is violent and likes excitement. Someone saw the nightingale coming out of Lord Phasma's room one day, disheveled, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Sure enough, the taste of nobles is special.

When I find the person spreading the rumors, I will definitely give him a black face.

This is simply naked violence, spiritual violence.

I don’t know who is so boring. Or is gossip so fun? Are you all bored to this point?

Damn it!

Another thing that surprised Elok was that he disappeared in front of everyone for two days.

This made him immediately confused. Did I sleep more than a day and a night? ? ?

Um?

Um? Um?

it seems to be like this.

Also missing was the so-called nightingale—Miss Connor.

Hey~~

Ignore her for now.

I have to take the next step of my plan.

Kill Edward's knightly bodyguard before reaching the next port.

I think today is going to be a good day, the wind is nice and the sun is shining brightly.

What a great time to kill.

And used this opportunity to launch Lapierre into the water.

Let Edward completely understand that there is no protection for him on the ship.

The opportunity is easy to find. Just wait until the bodyguard is alone or with Count Edward.

Wait a minute, go find Florian.

I will stay with him today. This way, I can call him to "hunt the assassin" as soon as possible.

Only then can I have enough persuasiveness to prove that the bodyguard is an assassin.

He ignored those unusual looks. He picked up the plate and found a few pieces of his favorite food. He finished his breakfast in a hurry.

He turned on the astral vision and looked for the location of Florian and the knight bodyguard.

Hmm~~ The astral spirits are really similar.

However, the knight downstairs should be Florian.

By the way, he went downstairs to perform guard work so early? ?

Who cares. I have to meet him first.

Along the corridor of the restaurant, Alok went downstairs.

Oh no, to be precise, it was under the deck. The location of the third-class cabin.

He came to the vicinity of the astral spirit with the guidance of the astral vision.

Sure enough, Florian and a group of guards were confronting a group of people who were not dressed so decently.

"Florian." He shouted loudly: "What happened??"

Is there another riot? ?

So early?

Didn't it stop?

Florian turned his head and saw that it was Alok who had disappeared for two days. He made a serious expression and said:

"This is the current situation. Something bad happened in the lower level."

"Uh~~ I saw it. What is it for this time?" Alok asked in a low voice.

However, Florian didn't need to tell him, he had already got the answer from the slogans of those people.

"We want human food. We are passengers, not pigs."

"Catch the stowaways. Why can the stowaways be on the ship??"

"Why do those nobles enjoy themselves on it. We eat the food that pigs eat?"

"Why haven't you found the stowaways yet? If you can't do it, we will go by ourselves."

Uh~~~ Protesting the poor food. Protesting the stowaways. Protesting the inaction of the guards.

"I think you already know." Florian spread his hands helplessly.

"Can you let me see their breakfast?" Elok said with a frown.

Florian nodded, then pointed to the wooden barrel carried by the person at the front of the protest team. He said, "That's it."

Elok looked in the direction of Florian's finger. Judging from the food spilled on the ground, it was indeed not so friendly.

It seemed that crops such as corn were ground into powder and then boiled with a small amount of water. A sticky food similar to paste was made.

Elok also frowned when he saw it.

This~~~ should really be improved.

"Has the food always been like this?" he asked quietly.

"As far as I know, yes." Florian also looked at the wooden barrel, with a little pity in his tone.

He turned his head and continued, "According to the guards who have been working on this ship, this is their food. It has always been like this."

"Well. According to the fare they paid, it shouldn't be like this." Alok frowned.

"It stands to reason that it is." Florian hesitated as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, he sighed and explained, "This is Captain Pierre's suggestion."