The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"It's not a good idea to annoy Bi Sha, brother. I hope you won't be chased by him next time you see him. You have to be careful. He is very vindictive." The dark woman teased.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. We have a very good relationship. You said his name was Bi Sha, right?? Hmm~~ What a good name. I'll remember it. Next time I see him, I will let him change his welcome ceremony." Alok He waved his hand nonchalantly and said casually.

At this time, Alok took a closer look at the woman's specific situation.

A tormentor of at least level 4, maybe even level 5!

The light of her astral body was very dazzling, flickering with a needle-pricking light, like watching electric welding.

Moreover, dark purple, dark blue, and dark red light flashed back and forth, giving people an indescribable feeling of distortion and awkwardness. It was extremely painful to watch.

But the color of his tormentor's astral body was something Elok would not forget. Although the colors are dull at low levels, the colors are not forgotten.

The horrific wounds on his back were inflicted by an abuser. Coupled with Zola Zor's poor treatment, he suffered for a long time.

She was wearing a close-fitting leather jacket that was intertwined with black and dark purple. Several metal spikes suddenly appeared on the leather jacket.

She had smoky makeup on her face and thick eyeshadow that made it difficult to see her eyes. The corners of his mouth raised in a dangerous arc, and the bright red lips seemed to be painted with blood. Her short black hair covered her ears, but revealed the huge rings on her earlobes.

She has a strong but very special perfume on her body. The deep sandalwood fragrance, combined with the bitterness of absinthe, gives people a feeling of loneliness.

This is probably the abuser.

Overall, though, it's a beauty. Too bad he's an abuser.

Hmm~~~I shouldn’t be professionally discriminatory. What happened to the abuser? ? ? Isn’t it delicious to feel pain and happiness at the same time? ? ?

Well~~~~Forget it. I won't quibble anymore.

He suppressed the somewhat uncomfortable emotion in his heart, looked at Namusha with a smile, and asked:

"Won't you introduce this person to me?"

Namusa kept staring at Alok, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart. It wasn't until Alok asked that she looked around and introduced expressionlessly:

"Medea."

"Are we in the same group??" Alok asked bluntly.

Namusa raised her eyebrows, feeling that Alok was a little outspoken. On the contrary, Medea burst out laughing, thinking that there was something interesting about Airok. Frankly lovely.

"In some ways, yes." Namusa continued to say expressionlessly.

"To deal with the enemy?" Alok asked again.

Namusa was silent for a while and then replied: "Yes."

"Ha, then we are friends. Ms. Medea." Alok immediately relaxed and naturally sat on a separate sofa, which was also the sofa closest to the stove.

"Hahaha. You are so interesting. Brother Jack. I didn't expect the famous Captain Jack to be such a person. It's really surprising~~~" Medea leaned on the armrest in a seductive posture, showing off her slim figure. He looked at Alok with a weird smile on his face.

Her voice is very distinctive, with a slow voice and a long ending, which is seductive and alienated. Listening to it for a long time makes you want to stop. It seems that she is leading the way.

Alok didn't answer her question, but took a deep breath, as if smelling the smell in the air or feeling the warmth of a stove.

"Actually, I was thinking, what would you do if Namu Sha said that I am not in the same group~~~~?" Medea asked slowly again in that special voice.

"Aren't we in the same group? Then I'll kill you. Don't worry about you leaking the secret at all." Alok was stunned for a moment, then looked at Medea and said nonchalantly.

He closed his eyes and lay half on the sofa, as if he was talking about a very small thing.

This caused Medea to laugh wildly: "Hahaha~~~~~. I like you."

"I hope this isn't true." Alok sighed self-deprecatingly.

"Hahaha~~" This was Medea's arrogant and slightly crazy smile again.

When Medea seemed tired of laughing, she was half-lying on the sofa and staring at Airok.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you represent the Trappist Order?"

Hearing this, Medea crossed her arms, crossed her legs, and replied absently:

"Every mid- to high-level abuser has ties to the Trappist Order."

"Looks like I was right to join your conversation." Alok chuckled.

Namu Shah, who was originally silent, interrupted the conversation between Alok and Medea, and asked directly to Alok:

"You came to me today, you probably didn't want to drink my tea."

"Hey~~ It's really not the case. It's too warm here. It's much better than my place. I'm just here to rub the stove." Elok said playfully.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me." Namu Shah obviously didn't have much patience today. Maybe Alok burst into his reception room and embarrassed her a little.

"Okay. Okay. Don't worry." Alok waved his hand and didn't care.

Then, he sat up straight, looked at Namusha and turned to the topic and said:

"I have plans to organize a large-scale operation against Anti-Will and Heaven in the near future to deeply attack the forces of Heaven and Anti-Will in Dalmea."

"Wow~~ Interesting." Medea exclaimed when she heard this, then looked at Alok with interest and asked, "Tell me about it."

"If you want to do something, do it big. This is my life motto, Captain Jack. I never do those trivial things that are tedious and unclear. After being silent for so long, it's my turn to take the stage." Alok replied.

"Hahaha. I have heard of Captain Jack's name for a long time, and it really lives up to his reputation." Medea laughed wildly again.

"Tell me what it is?" Medea continued to ask.

Alok smiled deliberately and said nothing.

He would not completely trust Medea just because of Namu Sha's words. Trust the Ascetic Order.

That is also a cult in the Kingdom Alliance that enjoys madness and seeking all kinds of pain. It can't be called a cult, it should be called the Extraordinary Organization.

The leader is a legendary strongman with the title of Queen of Pain.

They are powerful, but not kind.

"Actually, I am more curious about what you are talking about. As a devout believer of the shadow, I should know." Alok leaned on the armrest of the sofa and asked suspiciously.

"We~~~"

Medea was about to say something when she was interrupted by Namu Sha, who said bluntly:

"This is none of your business. Jack. If you don't have anything else to do, leave quickly!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~~~Brother Jack. It seems that you are not welcomed by sister Namu Sha." Medea sighed with a click of her tongue, and with her posture and tone, there was a different feeling.

She turned her head to look at Namu Sha, then looked at Alok, showing a strange smile with a hint of temptation, hooked her fingers, and lowered her voice and said:

"I have to go too. Do you want to come with me? It's cold tonight~~, but it's warm there~~. Warmer than here~~~"

Alok smiled and responded in a low voice: "No. No matter how warm it is, it's not as warm as home."

After that, his phantom disappeared in front of the two of them. It also disappeared in front of Bi Sha.

This made Medea stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face became much lighter. There was a little more attention to Alok in her heart.

He could perform such a "magic trick" right under her nose, and she didn't notice it at all. He is a powerful person. No wonder he is so famous.

She suddenly showed a weird smile, looked at the direction of the door and said:

"I like him."

What Namu Sha answered her was a word without any emotion: "You should leave too."

Medea smiled and turned around, twisting her waist and hips, leaving Namu Sha's private reception room step by step without saying a word.

And Namu Sha was too lazy to stand up, sitting on the comfortable sofa and slowly drinking the clear leaf tea in her hand.

It was as if nothing had happened. Only the tea on the table reminded others that others had been received here.

After a while, a figure appeared in the reception room again. But Namu Sha was not panicked, but continued to sip the half-cold tea on his hand, as if he had expected it.

"It is very ungentlemanly to break into someone else's reception room without permission. Jack."