The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Day 3.

Monday night.

The weather was a bit gloomy, but not as hot and muggy as in Drol City.

Originally, Alok wanted to spend the weekend doing nothing, but was moved by Sebastian's enthusiasm for learning and studied with him for two whole days.

Mainly, seeing others working hard while he was still eating fruit on the table, drinking tea and reading newspapers, I felt a strange feeling of guilt psychologically.

Fortunately, I also picked up the two Elvish books.

"How is your study?" Alok took off his leather shoes and hat, walked to the sofa, and asked casually.

Alok and Sebastian had just returned home after dinner. Two single men living together probably eat takeout every day, or go to restaurants every day.

Who can cook? Il is not here again.

I call him every day, but Il doesn't reply. Could it be that he is tired of me?

Alok thought about it from time to time.

"It's okay, I've read half of it. But there are still a few questions." Sebastian said naturally.

"You can ask me later." Alok turned his head and looked at Sebastian and said.

"A day has passed. It's really fast. No, I should say. Time flies so fast in learning." Alok half-lying on the sofa sighed.

"I think so too. I haven't worked for the past two days. This makes me feel a little, a little sorry. Otherwise, count it as my two days of vacation." Sebastian frowned and said as he stood opposite Alok.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, a little hesitant and embarrassed.

"Don't worry. This is our job, you have to get used to it. Sooner or later there will be work, don't worry~~" Alok said after taking a sip of iced black tea.

Ring~Ring~Ring~

Before Alok finished speaking, the doorbell suddenly rang, which really fulfilled his crow's mouth.

"Look. Maybe the commission is here now." Alok shrugged and said.

"Go open the door." He ordered.

He sat there without moving, and Sebastian also consciously walked to the door calmly.

20 seconds later, Sebastian walked to Alok with a middle-aged gentleman wearing a bowler hat and a mustache.

"Oh! Is it a commission? Sir?" Alok asked bluntly while half lying on the sofa.

"Aha. I am Alaham Cervantes." Faced with such a direct question, he seemed a little surprised and introduced himself.

"Okay. Sir Cervantes. I am Alok Phasma. So? Is it a commission?" Alok sat up and asked again.

He turned on the astral vision and scanned Cervantes' whole body.

A um~~ psychologist, level 2. Looks like he's in some trouble.

The astral body mixed with gold and black is a little dim, with an extraordinary weapon on it, the profession of necromancer, dark green, probably from the series of Hellfire.

"You are so direct." He said awkwardly. "But it is indeed a commission."

He took off his hat gently, gave a courtesy to Alok, and then sat naturally on the small sofa next to Alok.

"I think, if it's urgent, there's probably no need to say those prelude words. If possible, I can also talk to you about psychology." Alok said indifferently. He silently put pressure on Cervantes and showed his level and ability.

Cervantes' originally calm face showed a little change, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly and then returned to normal, and said with a smile:

"I think we should not discuss psychology anymore. You are probably not as professional as me in that area." He replied.

"Then talk about it directly. I like direct." Alok took a sip of red tea and said.

"Hahaha~, ignoring foreplay may make you see less of a lot of styles." Cervantes made a joke. Livened up the atmosphere.

As a psychologist, this is his strong point.

Often in conversations, psychologists can always take the initiative. Even if they fall into a passive position at the beginning, they can quickly pull the topic back to their own favorable side.

This is caused by his extraordinary power.

After all, being able to see through a person's psychology can occupy an absolute dominant position in the conversation.

However, facing an opponent like Mr. Phasma who is straightforward, I feel a little helpless.

Come directly and don't give him a chance.

He looks like an experienced opponent, professional enough.

Judging from his demeanor, he is confident.

No, it can be called conceited.

He can see through my profession at a glance.

I don't know how he did it, I think I disguised myself well enough.

But, no matter what. Such a person can indeed solve a lot of problems.

In a certain book, Alok read the relevant content about psychologists in detail. Although I don't know the detailed skills, there is an analysis of psychologists.

Facing a psychologist, it is not easy to be detoured by being straightforward.

Pirates are absolutely restrained by psychologists in terms of professional characteristics.

Psychologists are mostly mind control skills, targeting will bodies, and launching attacks and controls through the sea of ​​mental power.

And pirates happen to have skills such as free will-toughness. The control of psychologists is greatly reduced.

And its professional introduction is also able to dominate the sea of ​​mental power.

At a higher level, such control can even be ignored.

This gave Alok a little more confidence.

"Tell me. Is there any trouble? You don't look very well. I suggest you go to the Dark Rose Bar next door for a drink." Alok raised his eyebrows and said.

"Uh~~~" Cervantes reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​circling around, building relationships, and bargaining with Alok. His expression returned to natural, and then he said directly:

"It's a bit troublesome. Due to some political interests, I was targeted by a competitor. He secretly found some killers."

"I plan to strike first, find the location of those killers, and then kill them directly." Cervantes said calmly, without showing any other expression.

"So, I need a few helpers."

"Hmm~~~" Alok nodded his head.

This is my style.

The first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer.

"You are a radical." Alok praised. "Are there any clues? How many enemies, what occupations? What identities? Are there any extraordinary weapons, wild extraordinary people or cultists?"

He didn't ask stupid questions like why you came to me instead of the police. If you can find the police, will you come to me?

"This is exactly why I came to you." He said with a smile.

"No clues at all? I can't find any either. There must be some clues." Alok looked at Cervantes in surprise.

"Of course there is a little. Otherwise, why would I come to you." Cervantes said again.

He successfully pulled the conversation into his own rhythm. He continued to say with a smile:

"But. I have to confirm whether you have the ability to solve such problems first. These are quite troublesome."

He hopes to get more information about Phasma, including occupation, skills, level, extraordinary weapons, etc.

To ensure that he can dominate the action. He also occupies more when distributing the spoils.

He can also use this as an excuse to lower the price.

Alok saw Cervantes's thoughts, no, he should have heard it.

So he replied:

"Please allow me to keep my own strength secret. That is where strength should really stay. They cannot be put in broad daylight. That is not strength, but a flaw."

Erok leaned forward, close to Cervantes' face, continued to show a sincere smile, and said:

"I can only tell you. I have a medal of courage. Low-level ones are not a problem. If it is a medium-level one, I think you can leave."

Cervantes raised his eyebrows and suddenly didn't know how to bargain.

The medal of courage can only be obtained when you have achieved a very great achievement, at least you have to solve the crisis of a city.

Low levels are not a problem, that is, Alok. Phasma level 3?

With his confidence, he must have the corresponding weapons.

No wonder he dares to do this business.

Such a person should be enough to help me solve my troubles.

Although it will be a little more expensive, I won't lose much if I can solve this trouble.

He looked at Alok's sincere smile, smiled, stretched out his right hand, and said:

"Happy cooperation!"