The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Getting up at 10 o'clock in the morning was not easy for Alok, who was used to getting up late.

He stretched himself. He was not nervous about the action tonight.

He held the little bear in his right hand, and his left hand was empty. He walked down the stairs slowly holding the handrail on the stairs.

He saw Roger sitting at the bar again. However, this time there was no young and beautiful woman by his side. Instead, he was drinking a glass of beer.

"Roger. My second mate. You don't look very happy. Why is there no one with you today?" Alok joked.

Roger looked at the stairs when he heard the voice, one hand on the bar holding a glass, and the other hand on his leg. After seeing Alok, he curled his lips and said:

"My dear Captain. Should I say you are a little thick-skinned or a mastermind?"

Alok smiled and changed the subject and asked:

"How was the meeting yesterday? It was very successful, wasn't it?"

"As you thought, the negotiation was very successful. But I don't think Kateman will just cooperate so easily." Roger said casually.

He stood up from the bar, walked to Alok's side with his glass in hand and lowered his head slightly, and sat on a sofa.

"What? Has something changed?" Alok chose to sit opposite Roger, put his hands on the table and supported his chin, and asked with some surprise.

"Things are a little more complicated than I thought. Of course, Captain, you may know everything." Roger laughed at himself, and then continued:

"At the last moment of the negotiation, the anti-will people came to invite Kateman to attend the banquet tomorrow night."

"Oh?" Alok opened his mouth slightly in surprise. He looked at Roger in confusion.

This is indeed something Alok could not have thought of.

What exactly does anti-will mean?

Hold a party?

Invite drug dealers?

And the message I let Il spread was "I'm going to rescue her tonight."

Let her divert Anti-Will's attention to the drug dealers.

The script seems a little wrong.

Did I miscalculate?

In any case, Anti-Will has a conspiracy.

But such an invitation provides me with the best opportunity.

Whoever he is, let's shoot a meteor.

Anti-Will probably didn't expect that I could find such a weapon.

That should be Anti-Will's miscalculation.

They haven't taken advantage of me yet.

The plan can proceed as planned, but we have to be more careful.

I don't know what Anti-Will is up to.

"What? Captain didn't expect it?" Roger said with a mocking tone.

"Indeed, it didn't. But it helped me." Alok admitted this fact frankly and said with a smile.

"Then it seems that the captain is lucky." Roger laughed dryly.

"I've been lucky recently." Alok responded.

He crossed his hands on the table and looked at Roger seriously. He knew that Roger felt a little uneasy, so he smiled and said:

"I have to thank you. Thank you for your efforts during this period. You have done a lot, including the intelligence, which is very important to me. Compared with the money you owe me, it is much more than that."

"What? The captain doesn't plan to let me pay back the money?" Roger asked unexpectedly.

At this point, Alok paused, showed a bright smile, and finally said:

"So. From now on, you are free."

Originally, Roger was quite happy to hear Alok say that he was grateful to him, thinking that Alok decided not to let him pay back the money. But after listening to the latter part, his face suddenly fell, and it seemed that water could drip from the gloom. After a long silence, he began to accuse her:

"Don't act like you're making your last words. I, Roger Levich, am not a person who runs away from the battlefield. The contract between us has not expired yet. It was a contract notarized by the God of Contract. Do you think you can cancel it with just one word?"

"Hey, this is the first time I know your last name. Levich." Alok said unexpectedly.

"So, Levich. Don't you yearn for the sea?"

"The sea? Haven't I always been a pirate?" Roger asked back with a somewhat excited tone.

"Of course, of course. From now on, you can go to the sea and drift freely, and I won't care about you. Even if you rob the Drol, I won't care about you." Alok pretended to be indifferent, half lying on the sofa, pointing to the direction of the sea outside the door.

"Are you determined to let me go?" Roger asked with a gloomy face.

"I let you go free, don't you like it? I won't ask you for the 1,000 gold coins." Alok looked at the ceiling and said nonchalantly.

"Oh, by the way. I still have a second-level meteorologist's will crystal here. It's useless to keep it with me. I'll give it to you. Maybe you can buy a boat."

"Also, I just got a third-level meteorologist spell before. I'll give it to you by the way."

He took out a small box from his pocket, removed the mental network on it, and then placed it on the table and pushed it to Roger.

"I have something else to do today. I won't stay here any longer." Alok stood up and said.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, lowered his head and looked at Roger who was still sitting there looking at the small box in front of him, exclaimed:

"Oh~ by the way. I forgot to tell you one last thing. After tonight, remember to take good care of Sebastian for me. I may not be able to take care of him."

"Remember to give this to him." Alok took out a letter and handed it to Roger. He smiled sincerely and said:

"Thank you!"

Then he put the envelope on the table, turned around and walked out of the door of the Dark Night Rose, his back looked a little lonely and heartless.

"I know, Captain." Roger responded loudly when Alok was about to walk out of the door.

Stupid Alok, if you didn't add the last sentence, I would have thought you really wanted me to leave.

I thought I went too far last time. It made you distrust me, so you just wanted me to leave.

It turned out that you probably couldn't take care of me and Sebastian in the future, so you asked me to run away quickly.

Indeed, the captain's escape method is unique, I'd better take care of myself.

Who knows what big thing will happen today.

When Sebastian gets up, I have to follow him. It's considered to protect him.

Alas, it's still comfortable when you are alone without any worries.

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Walking out of the door of the Dark Night Rose, Alok identified the direction, pulled the little bear, pressed the triangular hat on his head, and walked towards the street full of sunset sunflowers.

It was not until almost noon that Alok arrived at the detective club.

He coughed twice at Miss Celine, who was a little drowsy at the front desk, and said:

"I have an appointment with Detective Albert Durham today. I wonder if Miss Celine can inform me."

Cerline had just recovered when she saw the customer in front of her. She was startled and almost knocked over the ceramic teacup on the table.

"Oh, of course, of course. Mr. Fasma."

"Thank you very much. Miss Celine." Alok said politely.

"Please wait in the reception room. Soon, I will be there soon." Celine was still a little confused. Her speech was a little unclear.

"Don't worry. I still have a whole afternoon." Alok chuckled and said gently.

Then, he nodded to Miss Celine and walked straight to the reception room.

When Alok disappeared from her sight, Miss Celine breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and said softly:

"Fortunately, it was Mr. Phasma, not the boss. However, it would be nice if everyone was as easy-going and polite as Mr. Phasma."

She shook her head, got rid of her unrealistic fantasy, and quickly got up from the front desk to make a cup of Eton black tea for Alok.

This is Mr. Phasma's favorite tea, if I remember correctly.

Alok is indeed not in a hurry. There is still a lot of time. Coming here is just a formality and showing his integrity.

The information that should be obtained has been almost known, and the plan has been finalized, but Alok is unwilling to let Albert Durham take so many risks without getting the due rewards.

To put it bluntly, he just doesn't want to delay the salary.

By the way, I don't know what Florian is doing. There has been no news about him in recent days.

The door was soon opened from the outside, and the figure of Detective Albert Durham appeared in front of Alok.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his work clothes seemed a little worn.

"Hello again. Detective Albert Durham, it's great to see you. Is everything going well?" Alok asked enthusiastically.