The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Alok waved his hands indifferently and said:

"Don't worry about this, Nam Sha. As long as you cooperate with me, it won't be a problem. Moreover, the Wolfor family will not object. Can't the three of us suppress one Medea??"

"I can't help you with this matter. Otherwise, the deeper relationship between us will be exposed. Do you think Medea is a fool?? I am already very tired from acting today." Namu Sha frowned and complained.

Alok also frowned slightly, sighed and said helplessly: "Okay. I will consider this matter, it's not a big problem. I didn't want to join other people. I'll talk about it then."

"Since you agree to this plan, my mission for today is over. If necessary, use that contact device to call me."

He looked at the time on his pocket watch. The hands had reached the middle position.

So he sat up from his seat and said:

"It's too late. There's no need to hold a farewell ceremony, just a welcome ceremony. I'll see you again at the next meeting."

After saying that, his figure disappeared again with a "curtain~". I don’t know whether he flashed away or disappeared as a phantom.

This made Namu Sha couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Pretend to be a ghost."

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The next day, at noon.

Alok asked El to come to the central square of Rose Street.

Yesterday's north wind did not bring any wind or snow, but it also lowered the temperature a lot. The cloudless sky still allows the sun to shine on the ground, bringing a touch of warmth.

The two of them looked relaxed, as if they were taking a break before the Chinese New Year.

"Who are we waiting for?" Yier grabbed a handful of millet, squatted in a ball on the ground, and fed the pigeons on the ground in front of him. There was a smile on his face, like a child's.

No, she was a child.

"Richie." Alok leaned comfortably on the benches around the square, with his hands spread out on the back of the bench.

"Dad? Why are you waiting for him?" Il turned back to look at Alok and asked in confusion.

"I have to ask him for some things." Alok replied casually as he looked at the scene in front of him.

The witty Yier quickly reacted and asked: "Is it related to last night?"

Alok nodded, and then said frankly:

"That's right. Didn't I tell you? I want to set up an organization similar to heaven. There has to be someone to support the situation. So, as our father, we can only trouble him to take action."

"In addition, we have to ask him to help us solve the venue problem. Can't it be in Dark Night Rose? That would be too dangerous. I originally planned to arrange the venue in your painting. But now it seems that it is a bit not good, mainly It’s not convenient enough.”

"It's indeed not convenient enough, so what do you want?" El stretched out his right hand, sprinkled a little millet, and asked casually while feeding the pigeons.

Alok thought about the ideal venue in his mind and replied:

"A secret place that can be reached anytime and anywhere. For example, the phantom reproduced yesterday can represent the place where I attended the meeting. In this way, we can deal with urgent matters."

"It's not easy to find a place like this. Alok." A thick male voice came from behind Alok.

Alok recognized that it was Richie's voice and turned to look.

Richie was wearing a thick cotton coat and a bearskin hat that looked very warm. I don’t know where this dress is. He wears warmer clothes than El.

Is this a common problem among Navistians? Afraid of the cold? ?

El also heard Richie's voice and turned around excitedly. He threw half of the millet left in his hand into the air, causing a large number of pigeons to flutter.

Then, she jumped a few steps and came to the bench.

When Richie saw El's appearance, he couldn't help but frowned, patted his head and said:

"Oh!~~~El. You should change your outfit today. This is so unladylike. You should be cuter."

"This is just a disguise. Could it be that he has become the wanted criminal on the run?" El replied nonchalantly.

"Then you can pretend to be a cuter girl. Thick eyeshadow and blue lips are too unsunny. You are only fourteen years old now."

"I'm a witch, so I have to look like a witch. Besides, don't you think this is very personal?" El replied seriously.

Richie patted his head, shook his head helplessly, looked at Alok, and said:

"Forget it, let's talk about you. I heard that you have something to do with me? Is this why?"

"It's more than that," Elok replied.

Later, he told Rich about his plan to form an organization similar to Heaven. Then he said:

"This is why I urgently need a venue. I hope this venue can be controlled by myself. It is also extremely private and convenient."

Richie frowned a little and said: "Similar to heaven? It is quite dangerous to set up such an organization. Dancing in front of a cult is equivalent to peering in front of an abyss. You have to be careful."

"So I need a venue that I can control. In addition, I have to ask my dear father to help me support the venue." Elok said shamelessly.

Richie scratched his head, tilted his bearskin hat to one side, frowned and said:

"Hmm~~Hmm~~~ It's really difficult to handle. The method you just mentioned is to let the phantom that reappeared yesterday have the consciousness of the owner's body. This is indeed an idea. But the condition is that you must be a level 5 reappearance of yesterday. OK."

"And it also requires a special environment. It also requires the cooperation of others. It also requires the person to be reproduced to have at least level five strength."

"Indeed, there are a lot of conditions." Alok scratched his head and said.

He really didn't expect this problem, and he still had to ask professionals.

After thinking for a while, Richie looked up and said, "But there is another way."

"What?" Alok asked in surprise.

"Use a dream." Richie said frankly.

"Create a dream, and those who want to enter this dream can enter only with a key. Information can be exchanged in it, but not matter."

"However, such a dream must have a carrying entity. As long as this entity is in your hands, it means that this venue is in your hands."

"Create a dream? Dream maker? Psychologist?" Alok looked at Richie with suspicion in his eyes.

Richie nodded and confirmed:

"Yes. This is a high-level skill of the dreamer. But the woven dream can be placed on any item that can carry a lot of mental power. For example, a high-level item of the psychologist profession. Or a mid-level one is also fine."

"Okay. It seems that I have to trouble my dear father. I can't get this thing." Alok sighed helplessly.

Mid-to-high-level items of the psychologist profession? It feels a bit unattainable.

Suddenly, Il, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"Wait. Dad, what do you think of this painting?"

She took out a constantly changing oil painting covered with clouds and grass from her pocket. The rainbow in the sky gave people a dreamy feeling.

"Artist profession, imitating the psychologist profession, probably mid-level. There is space inside, which can carry a lot of mental power."

Richie's eyes lit up, and he praised the painting: "Tsk tsk~ a good carrier. Elf style."

"Hehe, then Dad, you have to create a dream to go in." Il laughed.

Richie took the painting, admired it and shook his head, saying:

"I don't have the ability to do it. But don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'll find a professional. With my relationship with her, this little thing is easy to do."

"Dad is the best. Hehe~~ I don't know how long it will take to finish it?" Il smiled sweetly under her smoky makeup.

"Well~~ I don't know. It depends on my mood. But at most three days." Richie said thoughtfully. "When will you use it? Are you in a hurry?"

"Within five days. It's quite urgent." Alok answered first.

"Okay. No problem." Richie waved his hand and answered.

"By the way. Have you thought of a name for your organization? A good name is a good start."

"Of course I have thought of it." Alok answered as a matter of course.

"What?" Il and Richie asked in unison.

"Singularity!"