The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Looking at the invitation, although Roger was confused, he didn't show it.

The negotiation initiative gained with great difficulty cannot be given up.

He crossed his hands on the table, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at Ketman Bourne without answering.

Although calm on the surface, Roger's brain continued to spin.

An invitation?

13 Leavitt River Road?

Tomorrow evening?

He could only think of this possibility.

I couldn't help but want to take a breath again. He had the same questions as Ketman Byrne, but the object was Alok.

How did Elok do it? ? ?

How could he be so sure that he would have such an opportunity tomorrow night?

Hmm~~Okay.

Although he has always been like this, I can't help but be surprised and respect him.

Time seemed to freeze again. Facing the confident Roger, Ketman Byrne was defeated. He simply failed to understand what the other party's methods were.

How did you get the anti-will information? How did you confirm the opportunity for tomorrow night?

Even if Roger just went to the meeting alone, he lost the courage to force him to stay. I lost the courage to break my face directly.

A drop of sweat ran down his cheek. He blinked and raised his voice to hide his emotions:

"Go back and tell Captain Jack Jones. I agree. But I won't be the first to do it."

Roger showed a winner's smile and placed the letter in his hand flat on the table. Looking straight at Ketman Bourne, he said openly:

"Then I wish us happy cooperation."

Then, before Ketman Byrne got up, he got up from the dining chair alone, turned around and left with Calame's Tempest in hand.

"etc."

Ketman Byrne's voice suddenly came from behind Roger, making his initially relieved heart rise again.

He turned around pretending to be calm, but did not speak.

After a moment of silence, Kateman Bourne stood up from his chair and said calmly:

"Send my regards to Captain Jack, and I hope he won't affect tomorrow's affairs just to show his sincerity."

Roger smiled and responded: "Don't worry. I've never seen Captain Jack in such good condition."

"That's good." Kateman Bourne nodded in response to Roger's words.

Seeing this, Roger turned his head and followed the waiter out of the restaurant door.

He had never thought that a journey would be so long. He could even feel the stinging gaze from behind.

His hand tightly grasped the head of Calame's Tempest Staff, ready to run away at any moment.

Fortunately, after that long journey, Roger did not encounter any danger that he did not want.

Walking on the Tulip Road, he felt a cup of cold sweat soaking his back.

After heaving a sigh of relief, he waved over a carriage and returned to the Night Rose.

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the other side.

Alok looked at Sebas opposite, eating his dinner in a hurry. No, it should be breakfast.

He didn't put pressure on Sebas and asked him how he was doing in his studies, but was thinking about his own affairs.

He was still hesitating. This is about an issue discussed with Majik.

There is talk about upgrading.

Alok's point of view is that for the sake of safety, all skills must be practiced until they are proficient before he will try to be promoted.

Majik obviously does not hold this view. To be precise, it should be that the elves do not hold this view.

They will focus on spending a lot of time on one skill, making their ability in a certain aspect particularly outstanding, and even delving into new uses.

For example, the clear tree extending from the Dark Moon Forest is Majik's excellent use of a skill called 'Growth'. He borrowed the power of a third-level artist to coordinate the growth, allowing the branches of the clear tree to break through the limitations of space and grow here.

Originally, Airok, a third-level artist, was Ariel. But Majik gave another answer.

He was Ariel's predecessor. The name is Lamidona.

This is what he is best at and what he is most proud of.

In addition to these skills that they focus on, their skills are not even complete enough to dare to try for promotion. This surprised Alok. Aren't they afraid of the erosion of the astral realm? ?

Um~~~ It seems like I’m not afraid. No wonder.

Therefore, Alok is still hesitating.

He was deciding whether he should forcibly advance to level three before tomorrow to increase his strength.

Now, all of his skills are fully proficient except for the skill from the Traitor's Shadow Path, which he has yet to master.

This is one of his reasons.

If most were unskilled, he would never risk trying for promotion.

But if there is only one. . . . . .

He had heard of people with insufficient skills trying to get promoted successfully. This came from a lesson Rich taught him.

You can try it if your own conditions are better.

"Mr. Phasma, it looks like you have something on your mind?" Sebastian asked after hurriedly finishing his "breakfast" and looking at Alok's frown.

"Huh?" Alok recovered from his thoughts. He shrugged and replied, "Something small. I was thinking about taking the plunge."

"It depends on the importance of the matter, and the comparison between the cost and the gain." Sebastian reminded.

Then, he gave his own example: "Learning to play the harp is a dangerous behavior, but it will bring me more gains. Moreover, the important thing is that this matter is very important to Mr. Phasma. It is also important for me to master more extraordinary knowledge."

"So, I will choose to learn. Fortunately, I learned well yesterday. Ariel praised me for my artistic talent."

"I won't disturb you, Mr. Phasma, from thinking. Night has fallen. I have to go to the Dusk Forest."

Erok was stunned for a moment and responded: "Go."

He did start to think about the relationship of interests as Sebastian said, but he made a decision quickly.

Compared with helping Il, fighting against anti-will and drug dealers, and increasing his own safety factor, this little danger is nothing.

He raised his head and ran straight to the room upstairs.

Sitting on the chair in front of the desk, he took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions. Prepare for promotion.

The first step to upgrade should be to enter the sea of ​​mental power, and use the will body to enter the deeper sea of ​​mental power as an opportunity to trigger the joint upgrade of the astral body and the body.

When his mood calmed down, Alok opened the astral vision.

The spiritual sea in front of him was very calm, just like his own mood, but the astral world was particularly gorgeous.

Entering a deeper spiritual sea is just like "deep digging", just an image. Dive under the sea until you reach the boundary of the next spiritual sea.

But that will not make the astral world farther away from you. The world of the spiritual sea does not follow the distance rules of the material world.

He made up his mind to sink all his consciousness into his own will body and let the will body dive into the sea.

This process is very dangerous, and the will body will have direct contact with the spiritual sea on a large scale. And if the strength of the will body is not enough, the danger will be even higher.

Alok has no worries in this regard. He is worried about the danger from the astral world. Because his astral body is not strong enough.

"I want to be an extreme challenger." Clear Azerawen came out of his mouth.

Although the pirate's secret spell does not need to be spoken in Azerawen, he still used Azerawen for safety reasons.

As soon as the voice fell, a transparent membrane emerged from Alok's will body. It looked very fragile, but it blocked part of the impact of the sea of ​​mental power. It reduced the mental impact on Alok's will body.

But even so, he still heard whispers in his ears.

Those were whispers that advised him to give up the upgrade, whispers that he would succeed in his heart, and some inexplicable historical memories that were left over from the environment.

There were all kinds of extraordinary knowledge and unknown secrets.

He didn't hear it very clearly. But he wanted to listen to what those whispers were saying more and more?

His brows gradually frowned, his hands trembled slightly, and he gathered his thoughts.

Those whispers were the danger from the sea of ​​mental power. Never touch it.

But the whispers began to constantly impact his eardrums, echoing in the sea of ​​mental power, making him hear them involuntarily, and echoing in his ears.

"Let go of everything, you will get more!!!"