The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

When the night was quiet, Ir followed Alok and walked silently on the dock.

There was only the whistling cold wind around, and no one was seen.

Only when passing by the street lamp could you see the road clearly.

She kicked her hands and endured the whistling of the north wind.

"It's just ahead." Alok's voice finally reached her ears, and her body seemed to get a little warmth.

"It's really cold tonight. Let's get a carriage when we go back." She followed Alok in a few steps, standing beside him and looking at him expectantly. Just like a girl who was acting like a spoiled child.

"Okay, you can just change into one." Alok glanced at Ir and replied. "I remember your carriage hasn't been used for several days. Maybe it's rusted."

"How can a paper carriage rust? It's more comfortable to ride in a carriage. It's too cold in winter and too hot in summer to travel with a transformation spell." Ir hugged Alok's arm tightly, as if he could get a little warmth by doing so.

But in fact, Alok was wearing a leather coat, and that leather coat was cold.

"Who is it?"

When the two walked under a street lamp, a voice suddenly came from behind them, forcing them to stop.

Looking back, two policemen appeared in Alok's perspective.

They were not extraordinary people. They had muskets and batons on their waists, wore thick coats, and wore standard police hats. They were looking at the two people.

One of them was walking in front with a stronger figure and folded his arms and asked:

"You two, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Alok glanced at Il, then at the police in front of him, and said casually:

"Obviously. We are taking a walk."

Another policeman at the back looked at his pocket watch in the dim light of the street lamp, and asked with a vigilant look:

"It's past midnight now. Are you taking a walk?"

"Hmm~~~" Alok pondered for a moment, then asked: "Is there a curfew in Damia now?"

"No." The big policeman replied.

"Is there any other law that prohibits taking a walk at midnight?" Alok continued to ask.

The two policemen were obviously more alert, and felt that there was something wrong with the two people in front of them.

Of course, it was just their own feeling.

But they did not answer Alok's question, but just said:

"I don't recommend you two to continue walking forward."

"Oh? What's shameful in front? It's just that our ship is in front, what should we do if we don't go through?" Alok asked in confusion.

He looked back into the distance, with some doubts, and said:

"Are you covering up smuggling? I seem to see a group of people working hard in front. If we can't walk, it seems that they shouldn't run around on the dock. Maybe you should go and have a look."

"Damn, kill him." The two policemen hurriedly took out their guns.

But obviously, in terms of speed, Alok, as a superhuman, is still better.

Five seconds later, he looked at the policeman who had fallen to the ground without a sound, frowned, and sighed:

"When I was in Drol City, I always thought that the police were trustworthy. Since I came to Damia, this bottom line has been broken. Is this a regional problem?"

"Have you forgotten Jason? It's not just Damia." Il reminded.

"Well, okay. You're right." Alok shrugged awkwardly and admitted helplessly:

"To be honest, except for Florian, I have never seen a truly righteous policeman. It's really sad."

"However, I haven't seen Florian since I came back to Damia again. I'll go find him tomorrow, maybe I can continue to cooperate with him. He is indeed a trustworthy person. Maybe he can reveal some inside information."

Il frowned and looked at the pool of blood on the ground. After hearing Alok's words, he asked:

"Big guy? He is indeed trustworthy. Is he the black skin of Damia now?"

"I think so. I haven't seen him for a long time." Alok said uncertainly.

He put aside these thoughts, turned around with Il, looked a few hundred meters ahead, and said:

"Never mind these. Should we go to the front to see what's going on? I guess it's smuggling. There are a few extraordinary people. There is a mid-level oceanographer. There are also some miscellaneous fish."

"It's really suspicious to tinker with something at the dock in the middle of the night." Il said, stroking his chin.

"But as long as it's not something anti-will or heaven, we can ignore it. This kind of thing is too common. We can't manage it even if we want to. It's still important to do business. Don't forget that we are here to find Prince Walsh."

Alok shrugged indifferently and replied: "That's right. This kind of thing probably happens every day. It's just a little emotional."

"When you think that the person in charge of Damei's foreign trade is actually an anti-will traitor, it's not difficult to imagine that this kind of thing will happen frequently."

"That's right, the method of treating where it hurts is not feasible. Besides, what does this have to do with us?" Il continued.

She tugged at Alok's sleeve, signaling him to stop caring about this mess and continue to look for Prince Wales.

Alok and Ir had similar ideas. As a time traveler, he had no sense of belonging to the Hutt Empire.

Besides, as a transcendent, he no longer needed any protection from the empire.

He shrugged and took Il to the direction of the ghost ship.

The ghost ship was not far from the current location, about a hundred meters.

Because there was no moon tonight, the two could not judge the position of the ship based on the moonlight.

But fortunately, in the astral vision, Alok still saw the astral body of the second-level artist.

That should be Sebastian.

There was only this one artist on the entire dock. Generally speaking, artists don't like the sea.

As for Roger, Alok didn't see his astral body.

I don't know where he went.

In addition, there was a first-level oceanographer on the ship. He should be Roger's men.

But for Alok, he didn't care about these at all.

He performed a yesterday's reappearance to cover up the whereabouts of himself and Il, so as not to be discovered by others again.

Slowly stepped onto the deck of the ghost ship.

There was no one on the deck, probably because of the too biting cold wind.

Alok took Il straight to the front of Sebastian's room.

In a separate cabin below the deck.

Sebastian didn't seem to have rested yet. The candlelight of the whale oil lamp in the cabin was shining through the crack of the door.

Alok knocked on the door politely to attract Sebastian's attention.

"Who?" Sebastian's doubtful voice appeared inside the door.

After waiting for the sound of footsteps inside, Alok said:

"It's me."

The door slowly opened, revealing Sebastian's messy hair. After seeing that it was Alok, he suddenly said in surprise:

"Oh~~~ Mr. Phasma. Oh no, Mr. Bilke. Uh~~ and Miss Riel."

Alok and Il didn't stay at the door for too long, and slowly walked into this messy and narrow room.

It can be seen that Sebastian's life on the ship is a bit arbitrary.

Only the violin was hung on the wall by him. There was no place for two people to sit in the rest of the place.

There was a stack of papers on a small table with unfinished music on it. There was also a strange cup of unknown material next to the whale oil lamp.

Clothes and items were piled up in a mess on the bed. On the windowsill was a dying cactus.

His hair was messy, like a chicken coop.

He touched his head and said awkwardly: "At sea, everything becomes less important. It's a bit messy."

"Well~~ Maybe all artists are like this." Il frowned slightly.

This reminded her that when Ariel was creating, the house was also in a mess.

Sebastian smiled awkwardly, then looked at Alok and Iltian and asked: "I wonder why it's so late~~~~"

"Where's Roger?" Alok interrupted Sebastian's speech and asked directly.

"He said he took some crew members to deal with the materials. He should have gone to the black market." Sebastian replied.

Alok nodded slightly and praised Roger:

"Well~~ It seems that he is quite efficient."

"I came here tonight to find Prince Walsh. Take me to see."