The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Just as Roger was thinking about how to run quickly, Brady Condy happened to come out from a hidden and quiet place.

He politely greeted the man who was washing his hands, and then went to the sink to wash away the liquid that had accidentally dripped on his hands.

Um~~~Yes, it's in the bathroom.

He ironed his work clothes a little, wiped the water droplets on his hands, and then walked naturally to the casino rest area.

However, what surprised him was that Mr. Jack Jones had disappeared. Only his attendants remained. Sitting where he had been was a well-dressed young man with blue hair wearing a bowler hat.

He once again lost track of how things would turn out.

This is very rare for a second-level astrologer.

He walked over there and saw the blue-haired young man crossing his legs as if thinking. He frowned slightly, then found a small sofa to sit on. He said to Sebas:

"Where is Mr. Jack Jones? Why is he missing?"

Sebastian, who had seen Brady Condy appear a long time ago, had already anticipated what Brady's first question would be, and answered directly:

"Mr. Brady Condy, I'm really sorry. Mr. Jack Jones seems to be in a hurry and will leave first. Leave me here waiting for you. I will hand over the following matters to you."

"Oh, okay. It seems to be something quite important." Brady shrugged and said.

"Maybe it's just some urgent matters. I think, for Mr. Jack, what we are talking about now is the important thing." Sebastian responded to this topic with a smile.

"I wonder what the outcome will be?" he asked.

"Oh. The result looks pretty good. Since this is also considered a well-known figure in Dalmea, I found the relevant information easily." Brady replied with a confident smile.

Sebastian suddenly showed a smile and said: "Thank you so much Mr. Brady. I believe Mr. Jack Jones will be happy about this."

"I wonder what Mr. Jack Jones should pay for this?"

Brady Candy waved his hand casually and said: "Well, a bottle of wine is enough. In fact, if you often pay attention to some newspapers or government gazettes, you may have seen him. Not even Need my divination."

Then, he picked up the glass of red wine that was placed in front of him, and while lying on the single sofa, he shook the glass and observed the effect of hanging on the wall.

After a moment, he nodded seriously. Then he began to introduce in detail the information about the person Airok was looking for:

"He was originally a junior priest of the Temple of Order. Later, he came to the government from the temple and served as the secretary of a foreign trade and economic office under the Ministry of Finance."

"On the noble side, there is the title of viscount. It can be said that the relationship is extremely complicated."

"The name is—Ken Bock."

He tasted the aged wine from Mei Ge Manor in his hand and took a deep breath of comfort. Chirp, chirp. continued:

"That's all the information I know. But I think this detailed information is enough."

"Of course. That's enough. Thank you, Mr. Black." Roger interrupted very rudely.

Brady glanced at the unknown Roger, and said with some condemnation: "It's Brady. This unknown gentleman. It is very impolite to interrupt other people's conversations. If you are worthy of your As for this dress.”

Roger smiled without regret and explained:

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Brady. I'm just paying attention to my information. On behalf of Mr. Jack, I would like to express my full gratitude to you. He will definitely be very satisfied with such information."

"That's good. I hope he has good luck. I think fate will bring us together again." Brady wished like a stickman.

Brady doesn't like Roger who is so glib, careless and self-assertive.

It seemed to him that Roger was probably some assistant or valet to Mr. Jack Jones.

He frowned slightly and drank the red wine in front of him. He couldn't help but shake his head and thought: It seemed like such good wine was going to waste.

He picked up the unopened bottle of red wine and left the lounge table under the gazes of Roger and Sebas.

After Brady also left, Roger changed his expression and said to Sebastian seriously:

"It's time for us to leave. It's not safe here."

He looked around, picked up the bear, held the chips on the table in his arms, and hurried to the exchange bar of the casino.

After turning all the chips into banknotes, he put them in his pocket.

"I think it's better to leave the money to me." Little Bear said in a rare voice.

Roger was looking for the small side door of the dazzling world and had no time to pay attention to the little bear.

In a place like this, there will definitely be small doors on the side and a small door on the back for those who need to retreat in an emergency.

Roger's previous experience told him this.

He didn't want to go through the main entrance. The risk of exposure in that place was too high.

After understanding the reason why Elok ran away, Roger had already wanted to run away. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to get rid of that magic stick.

Fortunately, he quickly found the small door behind the bathroom.

He led Sebas, holding the little bear in his hand, through the small door that looked simple but could only allow one person to pass through.

"I think it's more appropriate to leave the money to me for safekeeping. What do you think, Roger." Little Bear's voice echoed in Roger's ears again.

He was a little tired of hearing this, and while walking quickly through the alleys of Kafka District, he complained:

"I know, I know. I will return it to the captain. What are you in a hurry for? It's not your money."

Although Sebastian was still a little confused and didn't know what was going on, he also realized the urgency of the situation. He followed Roger step by step without saying a word.

In his opinion, the gentleman who said he was Mr. Phasma's second mate seemed to have a very subtle relationship with Mr. Phasma.

And in the extraordinary field, this is also an experienced senior. A person who can stand alone.

Following an experienced person can always save you a lot of detours.

Now he seems to realize that Mr. Phasma is involved in a very troublesome incident. Far from what he said, it was just a commission about drug dealers.

It seems to contain something more dangerous and terrifying.

But Sebas was not afraid at all. Instead, he had a real feeling of entering the supernatural. It felt like it really helped Mr. Phasma.

That feeling is very subtle. Sebas couldn't describe it. But he felt the same way at some point in college.

At the end of every month, he always couldn't afford to eat. At this time, his ex-girlfriend always smiled and said: "It's the monthly love anniversary again. I'll treat you to dinner. Remember to write me a song every month. Song, okay?”

She protected Sebastian's pride and solved his urgent need.

Before he met her, Sebas always went to class hungry at the end of the month.

And this time. Sebas always replied: "As you wish. That's the price of a song."

At the beginning of each month, art students always need a song to hand in their homework. Sebas will also find time to create with her.

While she was still scratching her head about creating, Sebas would dedicate to her the love songs he wrote for her. A very refreshing love song. For example, "Aquamarine Roof".

Sebastian has great artistic talent, but obviously his family conditions do not allow him to embark on the path of art.

It feels great to be able to repay the person who helped me when I was at my lowest!

Same feeling. It made Sebas smile that way. It gives the dark and damp alleys a gentle warmth like sunshine.

However, time is gone and never comes back.

It turns out that the girl who loved pastoral songs has changed.

Sebas is no longer an ordinary person.

He returned to reality, strode to catch up with Roger, and said softly:

"Let's go to Night Rose first. Mr. Phasma will definitely be waiting for us there."

Roger stopped, pondered for a moment, and said, "What a great idea!"

Then I looked for the direction and changed the original route at the next intersection.