The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

As long as the spirit does not slip, there are always more solutions than problems.

The compass is really useful.

Alok followed the guidance of the compass to the second floor of the villa.

He coughed lightly and asked the maid who had been looking at him softly:

"Excuse me, please ask, where is the bathroom?"

The female waiter pointed to the back of Alok in surprise, and then continued to wipe the vase.

Hey~~? ? It's the opposite direction of Il.

"Thank you." Alok thanked politely, and then continued to walk in the direction indicated by the compass.

He stopped in front of a door, and the place indicated by the compass was inside, but Il's astral body was still not seen.

Alok was not surprised, this was just a routine means of counter-will.

He knocked on the door gently. Il's exasperated voice came from inside:

"Who is it? I said, my brother is coming to save me today. You wait!! Don't come in and disturb me."

Uh~~~~~~ ah? ? ?

Ir, is this how you spread the news? ?

Alok twitched his mouth in disbelief, and immediately patted his head.

You didn't take the wrong medicine when you ate the clear leaves.

Forget it. I'll save you.

Who cares, as long as the ultimate goal is achieved.

He shrugged, and then directly used the "open door" skill to open the door.

Creak~~~~~The door was slowly pushed open. Revealing the appearance of the room.

Ir was sitting on a wooden stool, and in front of her was a small alchemy table. She was concentrating on mixing potions.

Seeing this, Alok quietly closed the door, making a "creaking" sound.

"I told you to wait. I'm mixing potions. Go out quickly, don't delay me." Ir's complaining voice came out again.

"It's me. Don't pretend." Alok walked to Ir's side and said softly.

Il did not look up, but lowered his voice and said motionlessly: "I'm telling you."

At this moment, Alok's heart was in his throat.

He realized what Il meant.

The first sentence was for me not to come in, and the second sentence was for me to get out quickly.

It turned out that Il was not stupid, but took the wrong medicine.

I was stupid.

"Go! I'm not in danger for the time being." Il's low voice suppressed a trace of urgency.

Alok instantly felt cold sweat soaking his back shirt. He hurriedly activated the Wind Walker skill on his cane and came to the window.

He chose to believe Il, believe what she said that she was not in danger. And the order for him to leave.

Il is a person who cherishes life and is full of wisdom. At least, smarter than Alok.

His actions are not useless. Even if he alarmed the snake, he could lead away some of the traitors for Il and reduce Il's pressure.

Moreover~~~~

A dagger quickly appeared in his hand, and he selected the window as the target and quickly activated the throat-cutting skill, flashing to the back of the window and the outside of the villa. Then he fled the room at a very fast speed.

In the astral vision, part of the astral body suddenly moved rapidly, and Alok's heart was in his throat, but suddenly he became extremely calm because of the influence of the spirit of adventure.

The Wind Walker skill was used to the extreme, and he rushed to the distance like flying.

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The sky was already dark. The sunset was setting.

Sebastian stood on the street with a simple and small harp in his right hand. He found a fountain scene that was the most common on the streets of Damia and sat down on the platform at the fence of the fountain.

At the moment when the sun set, he picked up the harp with his left hand and began to place his right hand on the seven strings of the harp.

His mood was extremely relaxed, and what he thought in his mind was the beautiful poem of the elves praising the stars.

With his eyes slightly closed, his five fingers played the elven poem "The Gift of Stars" on the 'Sodaril Stars' for the first time.

"Stars!

How to describe?

How to compose?

How to sing your poem?

The depth of nature,

The depth of the soul,

The depth of the sea of ​​stars.

The stars of all living beings.

My stars.

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Shooting stars!

A gift from the sea of ​​stars.

Punish the evildoers who cast fire!"

The poem is not long, and it is particularly moving with the graceful and beautiful elven text.

Unknowingly, a circle of admirers stopped by Sebastian. They were attracted by Sebastian's melody.

Compared to the traditional grand poems in the auditorium, such poems played with the elven harp have a particularly natural feeling.

After the song ended, Sebastian was still unsatisfied. He didn't even know that he had entered the second level.

He didn't even chant the mantra, nor did he actively enter the sea of ​​spiritual power, but he naturally stepped into the realm of level two.

In the distant sky, next to the morning and evening stars, the stars were shining with silvery white light.

The moon had risen above the horizon, and the stars on the opposite side of the sky were shining together.

Sebastian felt his body and found that he had entered level two. Although he was surprised, he was still calm.

He opened his eyes and looked at the passers-by who seemed to be immersed in his music, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

The satisfaction he got was greater than playing in the auditorium.

Roger stood far away on the street, looking at Sebastian in the distance, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at Sebastian's smug expression with disdain.

In his opinion, this is showing off.

He looked at the stars in the sky, spit out the dogtail grass in his mouth, and walked towards Sebastian.

"It's time to go." He said briefly.

"Where are you going?" Sebastian asked puzzledly.

"Of course, I'm going to return the items. Do you still want to occupy them?" Roger said sourly.

"Oh. You're right, that's what Mr. Phasma said." Sebastian recalled and nodded.

He jumped off the stone platform, holding the 'Sodaril Stars' in his hand, and followed Roger step by step to the Dusk Forest not far away.

The people behind him seemed to have heard nothing.

"What's next? What should I do next?" Sebastian asked. "Mr. Phasma told me to listen to you. What is our next move?"

"Don't ask. Don't know what you shouldn't know. This is my survival rule." Roger said with an unhappy face.

As time went by, he felt more and more that Alok only let him do some trivial things on various matters.

Although he was happy and relaxed, he always felt that he could not play his role.

Even the task of investigating the clues of the anti-will given to him by Alok, he had other channels.

Although I am indeed not useful enough. I always feel like a juggler.

What about cleaning in plain clothes, cleaning the battlefield, and protecting others. Tsk~~~

Now even Sebastian has taken on more important tasks than me.

I must prove my value.

"Okay. But I think we will be partners in the future, and there must be the minimum respect and sincerity." Sebastian walked forward and walked side by side with Roger.

Roger glanced at Sebastian and said, "You didn't ask any questions when your boss Phasma was here."

"That's because I trust Mr. Phasma. He's the reason why I am who I am now." Sebastian smiled when he mentioned Alok.

"So you mean you don't trust me?" Roger stopped and questioned.

"Of course not." Sebastian laughed, patted Roger on the shoulder, and said:

"Let's go and return this weapon. It's getting late."

"Don't worry." Roger said casually. "There's still plenty of time anyway."

He reacted and followed Sebastian's pace, lowering his head slightly, looking a little lonely.

"But don't we still have to help Mr. Phasma? He can't do everything by himself." Sebastian asked doubtfully.

"You're right. He does everything by himself. We're afraid we'll cause trouble for him if we go." Roger said nonchalantly.

He looked up at the sky and sighed: "As a human being, you must know your own limitations and do what you can. Leave the professional work to the professionals. It is enough for us to take care of ourselves."