The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Also, I have something to tell you, Mr. Phasma." Sebas said awkwardly, a little embarrassed.

Alok was a little surprised, turned his head and looked into Sebastian's eyes, and said:

"If you have any questions, just ask. I'll answer them for you."

"It's not a difficult question, it's just something about my work." Sebastian smiled shyly.

Then, his tone became a little uncertain again and he said:

"I have been a real artist for a long time. So, I think I can probably help you with something. Instead of letting you run around alone, I sit at home alone and do nothing. "

"It makes me, it makes me feel a little guilty, after all, with such a high salary."

His expression was very complicated, mixed with guilt and loss of not being recognized, plus some desire to show off his abilities.

This made Alok seem to understand that he might be a little contemptuous of him.

In Elok's view, he is still a person who has just entered the extraordinary world. He only needs to study and does not need to do anything else.

But didn’t he also experience various adventures when he first entered the transcendent world?

Recalling that he had started various fights with El when he first entered the transcendent world, and killed an assassin with a second-level dagger alone.

Anyone who is extraordinary cannot be underestimated.

After thinking about it, Alok nodded with understanding and said:

"Then you come with me next time."

"I almost forgot that you are already a transcendent." Alok shook his head. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and said directly:

"By the way. I also have a question to ask you. It's about the artist's skills."

He paused slightly and continued without waiting for Sebas to ask:

"Since being an artist is a profession that requires imagination, according to the characteristics of artists mentioned by Ariel, artists can achieve all imaginable extraordinary abilities. It stands to reason that each artist's abilities are different."

"So, I want to know what your current abilities are?"

"This is crucial for our cooperation." Aylock emphasized.

Sebas listened to Alok's speech carefully until he had finished speaking, and then nodded and replied:

"I understand. After my days of research and experimentation, my skills can now create a comfortable environment where people can't help but appreciate the music I play. Isolate other sounds and make people close their eyes and dance."

"You can ignore the current environment, but you need to keep casting to achieve the effect."

"Yeah." Alok nodded and added:

"It can be regarded as an auxiliary and control skill."

Sebas responded: "That's right."

Then he started talking about how to use his second skill:

"The second kind is that it can make people recall the most painful things, the most fearful things, the most desperate things, and magnify them. It makes people feel cold and lose their fighting spirit. They may even commit suicide."

"But I need to have that state of mind myself. In essence, it is actually amplifying my emotions and passing them on to the other party."

Hearing this, Alok praised: "It's another control skill, and it also has attack attributes. Not bad. You are very talented. Haha~~"

Sebas smiled confidently, and then said modestly:

"I'm only at the beginning of using it, very superficially. And for now, that's all I can use. But surprisingly, I use my skills very well. Especially when I play on my violin."

"Oh?" Alok said unexpectedly, and then said: "As far as I know, artists should need an extraordinary instrument to display their full strength. Your violin may be an extraordinary instrument in the field of artists."

"Although I am also surprised, I still congratulate you. Your ancestor may also be an artist. Such instruments are rare."

"In this case, your strength will be greatly increased. Then I will feel more relieved."

Alok suddenly felt a little relieved. It seemed that his investment had paid off, or it might be that the students taught by an unqualified teacher had achieved very good results.

"By the way, you have become a transcendent. I will not teach you for free in the future. If you want to acquire any knowledge, you can exchange it with money. Including some of my books." Alok said calmly. .

"I understand. I had no intention of accepting your gift for free. I will repay you." Sebas said solemnly.

Seeing this, Alok nodded again to show his understanding, and he continued:

"In addition, I have to tell you about the dangers of my current job. Due to a very dangerous commission, I am now dealing with drug dealers in Dalmea. Those are extremely dangerous people."

"If you don't want to participate in such a commission that may lead to death when you first enter the transcendent world, you can tell me. I won't embarrass you."

"If you wish to help me. After success, I will also join you during the final distribution of the spoils."

"Of course I will join." Sebas said matter-of-factly without flinching.

"That's good. Let's take a day off tomorrow and wait for the information the day after tomorrow. There may be relatively dangerous missions after that," said Alok.

"I've been a little tired these days. You should also make preparations."

There was no sound between them. Alok was still a little dizzy from drinking a lot of wine. I washed myself a little in the bathroom and fell asleep without meditating.

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At noon the next day, Alok's head was already clear. When he came downstairs, in addition to Sebastian's echo of "Uh-huh, uh-huh," he also heard a familiar voice.

Before he saw anyone, Alok shouted loudly:

"Dear Roger. What information has my most loyal second officer brought me?"

He walked down the stairs and saw the blue-haired Roger sitting on the sofa. He was talking to Sebastian about his adventures with Alok.

When he was talking about the fight with the Anti-Will, he almost defeated the entire cult by himself.

Hearing that Alok finally got up at a normal time, Roger quickly stopped talking, stood up from the sofa, picked up the teacup on the table, greeted Alok and said:

"Dear Captain Jack, a role model in the pirate world. There is indeed some news. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to ask for funds."

"Oh, no no no. I mean reporting the situation." He corrected hastily.

"Are you in a hurry? It looks like you enjoyed your morning tea quite comfortably." Alok said, rubbing his eyes.

As expected, Roger took another sip of tea and said, "It's not in a hurry. That's why I'm chatting here for a while."

Hearing this, Alok rolled his eyes, looked at Sebas and said:

"That's right. Sebastian, you must not listen to his nonsense. There are few words in his mouth that are true. Especially the so-called thing about a person who killed a cultist."

"Besides, don't imitate his glib tone." He walked to the bathroom, preparing to do his morning scrubs to make himself look radiant throughout the day.

Serious rest will indeed make a person look good.

This is especially true for a person who is used to getting up at noon.

Waking up early is the biggest torture.

When Alok came out of the bathroom, he pushed Roger away from his own sofa, then poured himself a cup of tea and said:

"Stop bragging. Tell me the information quickly. I still plan to have breakfast."

"Come on, Captain. Don't you know it's noon now?" Roger was a little dissatisfied with Alok pushing him away and said harshly.

"But to me it's breakfast." Alok retorted casually. "Do you have any information? Are you here to cheat me out of food and drinks?"

"Of course, of course. Let's talk while eating. This is more suitable for communication between us." Roger said thiefly.

Alok glanced at Roger and said, "Let's go after that."

Roger also rolled his eyes when he heard this and said:

"Okay. A piece of information about a drug dealer."

"Go on," Alok urged.

"I found a small warehouse in the 'Lofida' you mentioned." Roger said mysteriously.