The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Standing at the door of No. 77 Heaton Street, Alok's face was full of smiles.

Pushing open the door, there was Il's bright smile and a sumptuous dinner on the table.

Potato stewed lamb, yam ribs, fried pork chops, fried mushrooms. There was also a bowl of fragrant lamb soup.

Squinting his eyes in ecstasy, Alok took off his wet leather clothes and followed the aroma to sit down at the dining table.

Picked up a piece of ribs with chopsticks and took a bite. It was endless aftertaste. Although it was a bit hard to chew, Alok still ate it.

He insisted on biting it, one by one.

Until the whole table of dishes went into Alok's mouth.

Patted his belly with satisfaction, but felt that he was not full.

Il's voice rang in his ears, "Alok, go wash the dishes after eating."

"What? You still want me to wash the dishes, can't you wash them yourself?"

"But I have cooked, my hands can't get wet. I still have to do my homework." Il looked at Alok pitifully and said.

Looking at his sister, Alok stood up helplessly and said:

"Hey~ Who made me your brother?"

He put away the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen. He picked up the big bowl that originally held potatoes and mutton. He frowned at the stains on the bottom of the bowl.

He picked up the steel wool at hand and squeezed a little detergent on it. He rubbed it hard on the bottom of the ceramic bowl.

The big bowl became brighter and brighter, as if it had turned into a light bulb. It also looked like the bright moon in the sky.

But the last stain made Alok, who had a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, very uncomfortable.

Looking at the gray, Alok stopped his hand and sighed: "This is too difficult to brush."

He put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand helplessly, turned on the faucet, and looked up in front of him.

Where is the kitchen? Where is Il? Where are the dishes and chopsticks?

The big bowl in front of him turned into his own astral body in the sea that he had run to long ago. He was rubbing his astral body hard.

Tsk tsk tsk~ huh? When did I run to the sea of ​​spiritual power?

He looked at his astral body in front of him. A little gray ribbon appeared on the originally pure white astral body. The gray ribbon was in the innermost layer of the astral body. It seemed to be engraved on it.

After a careful look, Alok breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not erosion, which scared me to death.

It was just that skill, "Prelude to the Dead".

The astral body of the Necromancer is gray and green. The color of the skill mark should also be green and gray.

The gray mark of "Prelude to the Dead" is normal.

I didn't meditate, so why did I run here.

Alok was startled and suddenly thought of something.

I remembered that I appeared here in the last dream. That time I woke up and arrived at the temple of the goddess of vengeance. He swallowed his saliva. His back suddenly felt cold and his scalp was a little numb.

This, no way.

He quickly tried to leave here by interrupting meditation and turning off the astral vision.

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He suddenly jumped up from the captain's seat and shouted:

"Ah~"

A trace of cold sweat left his head. Then he realized that he was still on the ship, and there was no abnormal darkness and silence around him. He sat down on the chair as if he was deflated.

Roger, who was sleeping on the carpet, jumped up in fear. He exclaimed: "Who? Who wants to steal my treasure."

Seeing that it was Alok, Roger flew to the table and complained:

"It turns out to be you. I was scared to death. I was dreaming."

Without answering, Alok was still immersed in the dream just now.

I was actually washing dishes just now, cleaning my astral body and will body.

It's so strange.

Although dreams are weird and strange, there are always images.

Besides, I am a superhuman, and it is impossible to have such dreams without warning.

Could it be that my will body has been eroded?

I felt a little weird just now, it can't be true.

My head doesn't hurt anymore, and I can even cleanse my will body in my dream?

That's awesome.

But my neck hurts now. Has it moved?

Could it be a stiff neck?

It's a stiff neck.

"Captain, you can really sleep. It's already noon the next day." Roger's voice interrupted Alok's complaints.

"What?" Alok exclaimed, but accidentally moved his neck, causing him to exclaim in pain.

Roger nodded and mocked, "Yes, you heard it right. Captain Jack, you are probably the captain who can sleep the most I have ever seen. You are so dedicated. You can even sleep in a chair all day."

Ignoring Roger's counter-sarcasm, Alok touched his neck and asked, "Are the wind and waves smaller now?"

"It's smaller, but still big." Roger replied.

While touching his neck and getting up to stretch his waist that was sore from sitting on the bench all day, Alok asked again:

"Nothing special happened, like appearing in a temple again."

"Dear Captain Jack, I suggest you don't say that. I don't want to go to that ghost mist treasure." Roger's originally pleasant face suddenly became irritable.

"Okay, okay, I know. You think I want to go, I just had another dream. Damn, my neck is stiff." Alok complained.

"I'm lucky my neck didn't fall off after sleeping with my head down for a day. Humph~" Roger said angrily.

Pinching his waist with one hand, Alok ignored Roger's angry words and said:

"Since the wind and waves are a little smaller, we are ready to go out."

Suddenly feeling hungry, Alok touched his belly and said, "I'm hungry."

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Bang~bang~bang~

During the heavy rain, Alok knocked on the closed door of Sanhe Bar.

It took him two full hours to walk from outside Shimian Town to Gangcheng District.

He wears a three-cornered hat. Wearing giant bone fish skin pants and long leather boots. The right collar of the jacket is missing a small piece, as if something bad has happened.

A blue-furred seagull landed on his head.

There is also a one-handed sword hanging on the left waist.

This was common in the martial Hutt Empire.

After a while, the door opened. It's the same middle-aged waiter from yesterday.

Today she was wearing an apron and a white waiter's hat. Seeing the polite but strange guest from yesterday, he smiled and said with some surprise:

"I didn't expect there would be guests today."

With a slight bow, Alok walked into the door to avoid staying in the rainstorm.

After walking to the corner of the bar and sitting down, Alok looked at the waiter and said politely:

"Please give me a set meal of yam and pork ribs."

"Excuse me, what did you say?" the waiter asked confused.

"Yam pork ribs set meal." Alok repeated.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand what kind of dish this is." The waiter held the small book and looked at Alok in confusion.

"Yam!" Something suddenly occurred to him. Alok smiled awkwardly and replied: "Sorry, I forgot. There are no yams here. Then please give me a potato stew with mutton. Curry flavor."

The waiter smiled and said:

"Okay, sir. But it might be a little slow today. I didn't think there would be any guests."

Alok, who had just taken off his hat and put it on the table, said doubtfully:

"Yeah?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Then please give me a single room for the whole day."

"Okay, sir. Shall I send it to your room?" the waiter responded.

"That's right." Alok stood up and motioned to the waiter to lead the way.

"Sir, you must have been in the rain for a long time. I suggest you get a bucket of hot water to take a bath. Otherwise, you will easily get sick." The waiter bowed politely and suggested.

Touching his painful neck, Elok turned his head stiffly to look at the waiter and asked:

"How much."

"Only 5 silver coins," the waiter replied.

He wanted to nod, but his stiff neck stopped him. He had no choice but to agree: "It's indeed a good idea. Then please give me a bucket."

Touching his neck again, Alok asked:

"Is there a massage here?"