The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Did you fancy the value of that painting?" Ariel and Alok faced each other and asked, tilting their heads.

She was holding the oil painting in her hand, and there was a huge red cross left behind the demon's corpse.

"Ah, haha. I have been seen through. The artist's imagination is not only rich, but also his wisdom is extraordinary." Alok responded awkwardly.

"You started blowing again, Alok. It's okay to give it to you. It's a one-time prop anyway, and it can't be used if it breaks. You can hang it at home as a landscape painting, as long as you don't mind the bloody content." Ariel raised his head and said.

"Huh?? That's it. Ahem, those are my beautiful memories. Can you really give them to me?" Alok asked again.

"Of course. You are so long-winded." Ariel curled his lips.

"Thank you so much." Alok said sincerely.

"I hope you won't damage the door frame when you use it next time, otherwise it won't be usable. If you don't want to turn it into a painting, you have to preserve it well." Ariel explained in detail.

"Don't worry, I will use it well." Elok replied.

He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong and quickly corrected him: "Oh, no. I mean, save it~~"

Ariel pretended not to hear what Elok said, then yawned, then placed the oil painting in his hand against the wall of the corridor and leaned against it, and said sleepily:

"I'm going back to catch up on some sleep. You figure it out yourself."

"No problem. I will take care of it. Don't worry." Alok smiled and watched Ariel leave.

When Ariel reached the stairs, Alok performed another courtesy. He turned back to look indoors and shouted loudly:

"Is it solved? Hurry up."

"Soon. I'm 'cleaning the battlefield.'" Roger's voice came from inside the room.

At first, Elok didn't think anything was wrong, but when he saw the oil painting opposite him, he quickly stopped him and said:

"Hey. Put it back. That's not the target. The target is still in the painting. You idiot. That's my employer."

Roger had already walked out of the room, closed the door, shrugged and said:

"A poor guy with nothing. He has a good horse. I touched a few of them. It's my fee, but it's not too much."

"Damn it. You idiot." Alok said helplessly.

He picked up the oil painting and protected its front.

Suddenly there was the sound of gold coins jingling in Roger's trouser pocket in the corridor.

Alok looked back at Roger again, then he didn't know what to say, so he turned around helplessly and walked downstairs.

"I brought it myself," Roger explained awkwardly.

"You'll pay the bill later." Alok said angrily.

After a moment, Roger's reluctant voice came from behind Alok.

"No problem, Captain."

They came to the seats where they were just now. Alok waved his hand to disperse the reappearance of yesterday, and then started to really chat.

He took out the whip that he had captured as a trophy and placed it on the table with a 'snap' sound. Then he said:

"Your share. It counts as your funds. A second-level torturer's professional weapon."

"Wow, you are rarely so generous, Captain. Weapons like this are rare." Roger glanced at Alok furtively, and then stared at the weapons on the table, but his hands did not move.

"Black stuff. You have to get rid of it. It's not for you to use. It's something from the Church of the Day of Destruction. Do you want it?" Alok looked at Roger sideways and said provocatively.

Roger looked at the whip, then looked at Alok, chuckled and said:

"Ha~ I knew it. That big guy just now was a demon? From the Church of the Day of Destruction?"

"That's why it's your funds." Alok took a sip of beer, leaned forward on the table, raised his eyes and looked at Roger and said.

Roger obediently picked up the whip and wrapped it around his waist.

Therefore, Alok no longer dwells on this issue. Instead, he asked directly:

"How is the thing I asked you to do?"

"We have some clues for now, Captain." Roger said as if he was taking credit.

"Whether it's the anti-will plot or the fact that you asked me to attend more gatherings of extraordinary beings, there is something behind it."

"Tell me about it." Alok took a sip of wine and asked nonchalantly.

Roger smiled, took a sip of beer to moisten his throat, and said:

"I can indeed sell that leather whip and turn it into my expenses, but the price will be slightly lower. I have attended several small gatherings of extraordinary people, and there are many people in them. I can sell it to them, but I I will wait for a while before going, so as not to be traced to me, oh no, to you, the captain~~"

Alok quickly interrupted Roger's unfocused words and cursed: "I asked you to talk about anti-will. What are you talking about? Talk about anti-will news."

"Oh, haha. I was so happy that I forgot about it." Roger laughed, touched his head, and continued:

"Based on the ideas you gave me, Captain, I have made quite detailed considerations."

"Coupled with my observations and analysis during this period, I have obtained some relevant inferences. Although there is a lack of direct evidence, I feel that there are no more than a few tools used by anti-will."

He paused to whet Alok's appetite, and then began to speak slowly and rationally:

"Pornography, gambling, and drugs."

"Among them, the pornographic industry is monopolized by Pink Paradise, and Anti-Will, as a new force that has just settled in the Hutt Empire, and with its special relationship with Anti-Will, will not choose to go against Anti-Will at this time."

"Moreover, Pink Paradise has a very big advantage that it does not have. It has a large number of indulgent resources. They are the top cards. Therefore, Anti-Will is less likely to use this tool."

"The second is gambling. Most of the casinos in Damia are industries of the nobility and the temple. Either Anti-Will has reached the point of eroding the nobility and confronting the temple, or it will not choose this place."

"But be careful. There is the example of Earl Edward's family." Alok reminded.

"Of course. The last one is drugs. I think this is the easiest place to start."

Alok nodded, thinking that Roger's analysis made sense, and then simply asked:

"Why?"

Roger organized his words and said seriously:

"First, because the drug industry is more prosperous in the East Continent, and Anti-Will also operates a very large part of it. It is quite convenient to smuggle from the East Continent. There is no need to find a source of goods."

"Second, drugs are the most thorough thing that makes people degenerate. It is more thorough than money, beauty, and gambling. Once you enter the abyss of drug abuse, it is absolutely impossible to return to normal."

"Third, the number of drug smuggling ships in the port of Damia has increased significantly recently. And the potential market in Damia is very huge. Especially in the slums, there are quite a lot of depressed and frustrated young people."

"They are self-righteous and think they can do everything, but their actual level is limited. But they feel that their talents are not appreciated. The drug market has a bright future."

He said no more, picked up the wine glass, and waited for Alok.

Indeed, drugs are the biggest possibility.

However

"Prostitution, gambling and drugs are inseparable." Alok pondered for a moment and said.

After chewing on Alok's words, Roger agreed with a click of his tongue: "That's true."

"Pay more attention to various entertainment venues. Those in the slums and the upper class. Don't let them go." Alok ordered again.

"Pay special attention to those smuggling ships. Find clues from there. It would be best to track down the headquarters of the anti-will."

"Sorry, Captain. We can't enter the entertainment venues in Kafka District and Benjamin District. We have to rely on you, the captain, to show your skills." Roger showed a helpless expression and said.

"I am not a nobleman and have no social status. It's difficult to do."

"But leave it to me for other places. But I have to remind you, the captain, that it is very difficult to track down the final destination of the goods."

Alok thought about it and felt that this division of labor seemed more reasonable, and nodded in agreement:

"Okay."

"In addition, if you have any clues, you can come to me directly. Or write a letter, which will be slower. Now I live at 777 Rose Street."