The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Hey~~ my dear brother. You guessed it right. How have you been these days?" A naughty squirrel suddenly jumped down from the tree.

In an instant, it turned into an elf wearing a deerskin jacket and squatting barefoot on the trunk of a clear tree.

She looked around at the rabbit corpses and furs around her, shrugged, and continued: "It looks good. You can cook. It's true that rabbits will bite when they are anxious, and Alok can cook when they are anxious. Hehe~hehe~he~"

"Oh. It's done perfectly. It's just that hunting seems to be illegal. Fortunately, no one came to catch me." Alok covered his face and said calmly.

"That's good, that's good. I thought you were starving." Ir patted his chest in a pretentious manner, looking relieved.

"Forget it. Ir." Alok suddenly stood up from the tree branch and shrugged indifferently.

But suddenly, he took a step forward, grabbed Yi'er's arm before Yi'er could react, and said with a ferocious expression:

"But you have to give me back my money..."

"Ah~~Haha." Yi immediately snorted in embarrassment.

She was fooled by Alok's harmless appearance. Damn it.

Then, she suddenly frowned and said with a grin: "Alok, you hurt me."

"Pay back the money quickly. Don't think about leaving." Alok had no intention of letting go, he knew that Yi'er was pretending.

Seeing that it didn't work, Yier hugged Alok's arm again, shaking it and saying coquettishly:

"We have benefited from it. My dear brother, don't hold on to these little things, okay? Okay? Look, isn't your sword fragrant?"

She pouted, took out her own Spring Heart, and said pitifully: "Otherwise, otherwise you can sell the Spring Heart, and then consider it as my repayment, okay?"

She sighed again in a pretentious manner, with a hint of crying in her tone, and said pitifully:

"Poor Spring Heart, you are leaving me. The skill of eternal youth is blessed by the goddess of life herself. Every woman is willing to give everything for it. If it is sold to Damia, it will be worth millions of gold coins. Hey~~~"

The corners of Alok's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he rolled his eyes.

Yier is really getting worse and worse. It's all because of Richie's doting.

No, she is so bad. Roger said.

"Let me go. Stay away from me. Stop pretending to be pitiful." Alok took Il off his body, pushed him aside, and said with his arms folded.

Il's expression changed immediately, and he looked at Alok with a smile. Regardless of Alok's disdain, he rushed to Alok's side and said:

"Hehe. So. I don't have to pay back the money? I know that Alok is the best in the world. When I have money, I will treat you to clear moonlight."

Alok's nostrils were smoking, do you think I am a child? Can you get rid of me with a lollipop?

"Do I need you to treat me to clear moonlight? Isn't the spring of life plus clear leaves the same as clear moonlight? I grab a handful and drink it every day."

I immediately defended: "What do you know? Clear moonlight needs to be added with other auxiliary materials, and there are many steps. If there is no spring of life, the morning dew can only be used as a substitute. Only then can that special substance appear, just like drinking too much wine. Drunk."

"I don't care where it comes from, anyway, it's clear leaves plus the spring of life. Do you think I don't know?" Alok shook off Il's arm again and argued.

Il did not engage in a fearless argument with Alok, waved his hand, and answered casually:

"Okay, okay, you have the final say today. You are right. Clear moonlight is the spring of life plus clear leaves."

"Yeah." Alok hummed in response without speaking. Then he said:

"What have you been doing these days? An underage elf, go out alone for half a month."

"What do you care about me~~~~" Ir wanted to argue, but thought about Alok's current state, swallowed his saliva, and replied stiffly:

"Dark Moon Forest is very safe. As long as you don't go out, even children can run around. Lord Mafak is everywhere, can there be any problems? Don't worry, brother."

"I stayed at Ramir's house for two days and went out for a walk. By the way, I leveled up, and then learned the skills of a third-level witch. Then I went to the elf library to find a few witch inheritance books, which recorded the various uses of witch skills."

Hearing this, Alok immediately turned on the astral vision to look at Ir, and found that she had indeed become a third-level witch, which diluted some of his resentment towards Ir.

Asked with some doubt:

"Huh? So fast? Didn't you just start learning many skills?"

"This is probably where a genius girl is better than a dull pirate." Il raised his head and said proudly.

"Yes, genius girl Ivel. Give me back the Book of the Prophet." Alok said weakly.

Il screamed, looked at Alok awkwardly, and then pretended to know nothing and said: "Ah~~~Hahaha. Isn't that ours? My name is on the title page..."

Alok glanced at her and sighed that Il's shamelessness once again refreshed my cognitive limit.

Sighed, and returned to his cabin without saying a word.

Il shouted behind him: "I'll buy you a glass of clear moonlight. Come back soon. I'll treat you."

"Go and come back quickly. Hmm? No, where did you get the money?" Alok turned around and looked back, but he found that Yi'er had already disappeared, leaving only Claw and him looking at each other awkwardly.

When Yi'er came back, she was holding a ceramic kettle and a cup in her hands, which should be filled with clear moonlight.

After personally pouring a cup for Alok, she respectfully brought it to Alok's mouth, almost feeding him.

"What are you doing?" Alok was not used to the sudden show of goodwill.

Yi'er was never like this. There must be some conspiracy. It was too obvious.

"Also, where did you get the money?" Alok asked with a gloomy face.

Ir poured himself a cup, clinked glasses with Alok, and said casually:

"I borrowed it from Ramir. I said, lend me 20 Starlight Coins first, and I will pay you back when I have money. By then, we will become rich sooner or later. What are you afraid of? Even if it is 500 owed to the temple, it will be easily repaid."

"No, no, no. I don't owe the temple money. You owe it. Do you still want me to help you pay it back?" Alok quickly stopped and said.

"Hehe. How is it possible? Am I that kind of person?" Ir smiled awkwardly.

Alok took a big sip of clear moonlight and didn't answer the question. But in his heart, he secretly cursed Ir for being like this.

Seeing this, Ir patted his chest and seemed to be relieved. Then he quickly became serious, as if he wanted to rely on other ways besides acting coquettishly and flirting to convince Alok.

She took a sip of the clear moonlight, and then said with reason:

"I plan to do some elf tasks to pay back the Temple of Life to maintain our normal expenses in the Darkmoon Forest. Every elf can find their place in the Darkmoon Forest."

"Druids are responsible for balancing nature, breeding, and planting. Hunters are responsible for hunting and helping druids balance nature. There are not many artists, but they are responsible for the management of the Tree of Clarity and the spiritual life of the elves. Organize some concerts, dances, etc."

"Life priests are responsible for the daily life of the Fountain of Clarity (the Fountain of Life) Maintenance, responsible for the maintenance of the entire forest. Those storm wizards (meteorologists) are responsible for controlling the weather and ensuring that the elves are not harmed by strong winds and lightning. "

She paused for a moment, recalling what other professions the elves have, but seemed unable to remember anything, so she said:

"Although there are some other professions, they will also find their own place. We have to do the same. What do you think? ? "

Eroque tasted the cool taste of the clear moonlight, smacked his lips, nodded and said:

"That makes sense, who taught you that? You don't look like someone who can say such a thing. "