The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"The second question is about the information related to Anti-Will. I will elaborate on it at the end of the letter. This is all the information I know.

The third question is that I can't go out to find you casually now. Besides, once I contact you, it will increase your risk. If the matter is so urgent that I have to go, I will go find you. As for the elf books, I will find time to read them.

The fourth question is, if you have such a good thing, why didn’t you take it out earlier? You want me to buy skills myself, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? I will look for a suitable opportunity to use it again. No wonder you never have to worry about skills, I will settle the score with you! ! ! ! ! "

Five exclamation points fully revealed El's mood.

Um~~~~ I hope El's revenge is a little lighter. It's not that I don't want to. Didn't I take it out? ?

Damn~ She is just a sharp-tongued person, but can she really take revenge on me? Right. I am really good to you, and I have saved you several times! !

"The fifth question, as long as you don't worry about me taking it away secretly, I don't mind if you leave valuables with me. Such as gold coins, weapons, etc. Don't take up too much space, my pockets are only this big in total .

at last. Thank you! ! elder brother.

il”

You see, I'm just saying it. no need to worry.

Well, it can be seen that El's current environment is quite good. Maybe there is some pressure, but I still have the energy to write so many words, so it is relatively safe.

Then, he turned over the letter and looked at the content behind it. That is intelligence against will.

“Currently, the power of the Anti-Will in Dalmea is not strong.

The extraordinary power includes at least two level four shadow walkers. One of the sub-classes is the Magebinder. I don’t know the second place either.

There are at least 5 extraordinary traitors, including two judges, a hunter, a criminal, and a psychologist.

There are countless second-level extraordinary beings, at least 30.

But Anti-Will is a relatively loose organization. Except for its recent activities, which have been more frequent, it is more casual at other times.

Below are other details that I know of.

·······”

There are five or six pages of letter paper.

detailed information. Ten thousand times stronger than Roger.

It’s pretty much what I expected, but I can’t rule out the possibility of more traitors. The criminal has been executed. But this power is indeed very powerful.

In addition to these personnel information, there are also some reminders from Il.

He continued to look down.

“In addition to internal strength, pressure from other aspects cannot be ignored.

For example, the drug trade accumulated a large amount of money for Anti-Will in a short period of time. It would be very troublesome if the money was used to bribe officials and police, to recruit more extraordinary beings, or to bribe temples and nobles to put pressure on us.

As far as I know, Ken Bock is the person in charge of Anti-Will in Dalmea, and he currently lives at 13 Leavitt River Road, Garousan District. That is the current stronghold of Anti-Will. I am currently under house arrest here.

Pawpaw said you have found it, but I advise you not to get too close when you are not sure. "

"Also, if you have plans, please tell me in advance. I am currently thinking of ways to assassinate Ken Bock. But I haven't found a suitable opportunity yet."

The paper after that has become blank.

Seeing this, Alok had a rough idea in his mind.

He thought for a moment, then picked up his pen and started to reply to El.

He first found an excuse to explain his failure to give the "Book of the Prophet" to El earlier.

"Dear sister El:

I'm sorry that I only gave this book to you now. I couldn't find you before! And I don’t know its dangers. Now it has been confirmed that this book is not dangerous and can be used with confidence.

Moreover, now I am not atonement? "

Then, he stopped writing and thought about the next question.

After making the decision, he wrote:

"Currently, I have a small plan to use the conflict between Anti-Will and the local drug dealers in Dalmea to help us successfully fight against Anti-Will. Then we will secretly set up a trap.

We may not be able to defeat an entire cult with our power, and I believe you know that, but I will do my best.

I hope you can influence the internal decisions of Anti-Will from a side. Let them take their eyes away from me a little and turn to the drug dealer who has been causing them trouble recently.

besides. I wonder if you can help me create the illusion that "I will go to the Anti-Will headquarters to rescue you two nights later." This will help me strike against the anti-will in one go.

The third point is also the core of the plan. I have a powerful weapon here, but it needs a mark to locate the target. I will give this mark to you, and you can find an opportunity to place it at the Anti-Will headquarters. I will use it when the counter-will comes together. "

Then, he changed the ink to red and wrote in large font:

“Be careful, stay away when I’m using it.

At that time, a meteor will fall at 13 Leavitt River Road.

This is dangerous! ! !

Alok. "

He put down the pen and folded the letter in half. Then put the marked piece of cloth found from Ariel into El's pocket.

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When night falls, the moon hangs in the sky.

It is located at No. 13, Tulip Street, next to the Kafka and Benjamin districts.

"Mr. Kettleman Byrne. What do you think we can bring to you?" The man with a mustache who was shaking the red wine glass was sitting in the guest seat in the living room.

"What can you bring? I have to ask you. What can you bring me?" Kateman Bourne asked as he forked a piece of steak that was fried until it was bloody.

Viscount Burke looked at Ketman Bourne with interest and said:

"It depends on how much effort you put in. The entire market in Damia is waiting for you. I think Sir Bourne's title is also within your reach."

"You are joking. I dare not even think about breaking through the boundaries between nobles and merchants, and breaking through national borders. This is not a war era." Ketman laughed at himself.

"As for the entire Damiya market? I don't dare to ask for it. My strength is not enough for me to eat it."

"What if the Lord says it's okay?" Viscount Burke put down his cup and stared at Ketman Bourne.

"Hahaha, as a businessman from the Free Will Federation, apart from freedom, I don't believe in God." Ketman showed that hearty smile and blocked the topic.

Viscount Bock, who was opposite him, rarely shook his head, with a hint of temptation in his tone. He glanced at the standing maid behind him and said:

"Oh~~ I think you misunderstood, it's just a transaction. Isn't transaction a normal thing for businessmen?"

He glanced at Ketman Bourne, who seemed hesitant, and continued with a sincere tone:

"What we want has never been the financial profits brought by the drug trade, nor is it to be enemies of all businessmen. There is no conflict of interest between us at all."

"We will help you take over the entire drug market in Dalmea, and we will only take a small profit from it. We will help you make the drug business bigger and bigger. We will even control the entire empire's industry."

"Look, this is a good win-win deal." Viscount Bock opened his eyes slightly, his tone was full of temptation, and his attitude was full of sincerity.

Kateman Byrne lowered his head in deep thought, his face a little dark, as if he was making some decision. A low voice came from his mouth:

"Why don't you do it yourselves? What will you gain?"

"Hahahaha~~~" Continuous but low laughter began to echo in the empty restaurant. Finally, after the candlelight on the table flickered, Viscount Bock stopped and said:

"What we need is cooperation."

"All you want is a small profit. Plus so many drug addicts."

Ketman was silent for a long time, and the steak on the table was cold. He couldn't give an answer yet, but Ken Bock was obviously very patient, and he tasted the steak from the "Secret Castle" manor in a leisurely manner. 20 year old wine.

"I still need to think about it for a while." Ketman replied gloomily under the flickering candlelight.

His shadow danced behind him, like a shadow with teeth and claws.

"Don't worry, you will give me the answer after the investigation. This is safe. But you have to pay attention to the time. I will only cooperate with the first person." Ken Bock smiled and stood up from his chair.

"It's getting late today. Please get some rest. Mr. Ketman Byrne. I'm waiting for your answer."

Ketman was still in a dilemma, and couldn't even react to get up to give it away.