The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"He is now our clerk here. I usually read and study with Miss Riel." Noranders continued with a smile.

"Look at that small body, tsk~tsk~tsk~. It can be blown away by a gust of wind. I don't know what happens when it is pushed over. Ahem. Sorry, what I actually meant is that I don't know if it will be blown down when there is a strong wind. ”

"No need to say anything. I understand." Prince Wales quickly raised a hand, interrupting Noranders's speech.

He drank the Dark Moon Night drink in one gulp and said to the bartender: "Have another drink. It tastes sweet and has a special style."

"Haha. This is the specialty of Dark Night Rose. The way the elves brew beer. Some fruits are added to make the taste sweeter." Nolanders replied with a smile, easing the embarrassment.

He brought another glass of beer and placed it in front of Wales. Seeing that Sebastian didn't know what he was thinking, he jokingly said:

"Mr. Sebastian, the prince of music, are you interested in playing an impromptu song? Your voice has not appeared in Dark Night Rose for a long time. Maybe they have forgotten that this is your world."

"Me? No. I came here to drink today. I didn't even bring an instrument." Sebas refused softly.

Indeed, he brought Wales to drink today.

He is looking forward to meeting Mr. Phasma tomorrow. Even a little impatient.

A strange feeling that I don't know where came from was born from the bottom of my heart.

He put aside some of his worries and drank late into the night with Wales and Noranders.

He somewhat forgot how he got back to the ship. Maybe Wales sent him back?

I just remember drinking happily, and a feeling that I haven't seen for a long time came to my heart leisurely.

I forgot my worries and felt like I was back in the state of pursuing my dreams.

That's right, it's a feeling of elation.

In short, when he woke up, he was already in full swing.

He patted his sleepy forehead and sat up from the bed.

Recalling what happened last night.

"Oh, damn. This is my first time drinking too much."

I walked to the door of the captain's cabin in a daze and saw Roger sitting on a chair not knowing what he was doing. He shouted loudly to the inside:

"Roger. I'm going out at noon today."

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At the top of the pole that day, Alok had slept for a full 14 hours. But that's not even his best form.

If his stomach wasn't empty, he felt he could still sleep.

But his growling stomach and the biological clock in his mind told him that it was now "breakfast" time.

He patted his groggy head and sat up from the bed.

He walked to the bathroom and cleaned up his personal hygiene. A new day has started.

Afterwards, I walked downstairs and planned to have a free breakfast.

"Let's have a fried pork chop set meal. A glass of Damia beer. Dear Lilith." Alok's eyes were half-squinted, obviously he still hadn't woken up from his sleep.

The working hours he arranged for Lilith were during the day. This time period is safer, unlike at night, when there are sometimes drunkards.

This also helps her study. There is still plenty of time to read in the evening. I hope she learns it soon and helps El.

He sat down in the seat he was most familiar with, and across from him was Il, who looked like he was studying academics seriously.

Think about it, this kind of life is really comfortable.

Ah~~~

"I'm starting to have some doubts about how someone like you could level up so quickly." Il frowned and looked at Alok suspiciously.

"You don't understand. This is talent." Alok was half lying on the sofa, with his hands flat on the table, and said nonchalantly.

"I have worked very hard, but occasional relaxation is necessary. Who stipulates that you have to work hard every day without rest? Guaranteeing rest is for better progress."

"Besides, our paths are inherently different. Witches need constant research, while pirates only need to learn to fight. Wouldn't it be sharing the energy if there are more?"

"Full of sophistry." Ir said angrily.

"By the way, a drunkard came to see Mr. Bilke last night. He said he would come again at noon today."

"Looking for Mr. Birk? It's really interesting. Do you know him?" Alok opened his eyes and asked in surprise.

El shook his head slightly and said: "I don't know. Who knows what kind of friends you met in Damia? But it seems that Noranders is very familiar with him. But Noranders is off work."

"Really?" Alok said doubtfully.

He wasn't quite sure who was looking for him.

Or are you just a regular customer from the past who wants to get to know the new boss?

Hmm~ This is still more likely.

A glass of Damia beer Lilith was brought to the table, and Alok took a big sip to quench his thirst.

El's eyes widened, he snatched the beer from Alok's hand, and accused:

"Drinking at noon? Drinking beer instead of water all day long? You are really good at it, Alok."

"Hey, you can't get drunk after drinking beer. What's more, it's Delta beer. This is real Delta beer. The ones you drink elsewhere are all fake." Alok said nonchalantly.

He waved his hand, not caring about his behavior.

But he had no intention of objecting to El, and allowed El to put his beer aside.

Anyway, I drank it after a while when Il wasn't paying attention.

"By the way, how is your laboratory constructed?" Alok asked with concern.

El spread his hands and said:

"I haven't seen Ariel for several days. I don't know. I don't know what amazing work she will come up with."

Hearing this, Alok thought about it and nodded:

"Indeed! So, it's been a long time since I saw Ariel. Hmm~~ Could it be that she is obsessed with her work and can't extricate herself?"

Yil sighed, looking very helpless, and continued:

"Who knows? I just hope my laboratory is normal now. I heard that Ariel wants to build a big one."

"That's a good thing." Alok comforted.

He shrugged and changed the subject:

"I'll go out to do some business in the afternoon to see if I can find a place to sell the materials. By the way, I'll get rid of those two crystals."

"What crystals?" Yil asked in surprise.

Alok glanced at Il and replied:

"Of course it's the two black ones. You won't forget them. Now this thing always feels like a hot commodity, so it's better to get rid of it quickly. Or just turn it into a weapon and sell it. This will be better. Well, please, little bear."

He made a decision immediately and nodded vigorously.

While waiting for lunch, he picked up a stack of newspapers and continued to look for clues.

Including cracking down on illegal animal and plant product trade, and also including what cases the police solved and arrested criminals.

Unfortunately, the newspapers did not report these contents as he wished.

Most of them were political flattery articles about the temple and Kafka XI.

But he was not disappointed about it. After all, he didn't have much hope.

"Thank you, Lilith." Seeing Lilith bring her own fried pork chop set meal, Alok thanked her.

Then he put down the newspaper in his hand and started eating.

But just at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

Sebastian.

He looked at Il with some surprise, pointed at Sebastian and asked Il:

"Was it him who came to see me last night?"

Il glanced at the door and nodded to confirm.

"Hmm~"

"This is a really unexpected surprise." Alok said excitedly.

Sebastian is in Damia, which proves that Roger is in Damia.

This not only means that he has a helper, but also an additional source of information.

Roger has much more experience in the underworld than himself.

Sebastian can now hold up a piece of sky.

Sure enough, Sebastian greeted the bartender behind the bar in a familiar way, and then continued to walk towards him.

Il glanced at Alok and then at Sebastian. Then he put away the book, stood up expressionlessly, and said softly:

"I won't bother you. Sure enough, the friend of an alcoholic is an alcoholic. It's really like-minded."

"I'm not an alcoholic." Alok argued.

Sebastian and Ilxiang met, nodded awkwardly and greeted each other, then stood beside Alok hesitantly. Before he could speak, he heard Alok's voice.

"Sit down, Sebastian. Please call me Mr. Bilke."