The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Billie?" Medea caught the key words and asked in surprise.

"Billie is 'Maple', a popular artist in Damia." Elok answered for Sebastian.

This made Medea feel a little unusual. She looked up at Elok. Then she looked at Sebastian.

She didn't understand how Sebastian knew it?

It looked like it had something to do with Maple? It looked like they were lovers?

And how did Captain Jack know it?

It seemed that the relationship was not simple. .

Just like the relationship between Captain Jack and the Temple. There must be a deeper relationship and involvement.

Medea sorted out the relationship in an instant. But she didn't say it out loud, but just kept it in mind.

But the secret of Captain Jack always made him feel unpredictable.

Namu Sha, who was sitting next to her, looked through Medea and looked at Sebastian with a hint of surprise. She didn't understand how he knew the news, and even the Temple didn't have such information.

A rare ripple appeared on her face, and she asked Sebastian:

"Is this news accurate?"

Sebastian lowered his head, sighed lightly, and replied with a hint of sadness in his tone:

"She won't lie to me~~"

Eilok glanced at Sebastian, but did not disturb his thoughts, nor did he remind him that this was an unrealistic idea. He just didn't agree with Sebastian in his heart.

Why won't she lie to you? ?

You know, there is the most deception in love.

He was silent for a while, and seeing that no one was talking in the meeting room, he turned his head and looked at Sebastian again, and asked:

"When did she tell you? Where?"

"Tonight. In the Dark Night Rose." Sebastian looked up at Alok and replied.

Hearing this, Alok nodded lightly, tapped the table a few times, turned his head to look at Namu Sha, and continued:

"I will verify the accuracy of this information. I will give you an answer later."

There was a little comforting look in his eyes. He didn't want Namu Sha to continue asking questions. Namu Sha should be able to read what he meant from the words.

He didn't want Sebastian's personal feelings to appear at the meeting, which was not a good thing for Sebastian or Singularity.

He asked this because he hoped to use the replay of yesterday and the compass to track Feng. Then he checked Feng's memory to confirm the news.

Then he looked at Sebastian and said:

"This is very useful information, Sebastian, you did a good job."

Sebastian smiled bitterly, looked at Alok and nodded slightly.

So, Alok began to look at the people around and asked: "Do you have any other opinions?"

After a moment of silence, Il spoke first and asked:

"About the spoils? How to distribute them?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Medea together.

Medea smiled, stood up as if nothing had happened, and replied:

"Well~~ There may not be much spoils this time. But if there are any, the Ascetic Society only wants the 'paratroopers' captured alive."

"As for the other spoils, they belong to Singularity."

She looked at Namu Sha. However, in Namu Sha, since the operation was only participated by the Holy Temple, there was no problem in the distribution of spoils.

"The Ascetic Order is really generous." Alok said calmly.

Of course, he also knew that the "paratrooper" was the biggest gain. It was probably some important intelligence.

But the Ascetic Order did not even want other spoils, which really surprised him. Could it be that the people of the Ascetic Order are really ascetics? ?

Are you kidding me?

But he did not say what he thought, but looked at Medea and said:

"The specific time of the action and the specific plan. Medea, you will command this time."

"No problem, Your Excellency the Chief." Medea said with a somewhat weird smile on her face.

She looked at everyone first, then said:

"Tomorrow night at six o'clock, everyone will meet at the eastern edge of Damia, on the banks of the Levit River. There is a small stone watchtower there. We will meet under the tower. The people on the watchtower are our own people, don't worry."

"Then we will start to split into two groups and head for the Levit Bridge."

She turned to look at Ir and ordered: "Miss Riel will be responsible for the preliminary preparations, including the disguise of Transfiguration and divination. She will be responsible for long-range attacks during the battle. Then act with me."

"No problem. Medea." Ir replied simply.

"One of the groups will be led by the Wolf family, and you will be responsible for tracking the prey. This should be a basic operation for werewolves." Medea looked at Boyka and said.

"A core member of the Ascetic Order will follow the Wolf family to act together, responsible for identifying the target, contacting us, and monitoring the location."

"And the other route is under the charge of our Ascetic Order, which is the main combat force of this operation. They will lurk in the city of Damia, and after the Wolf family finds the target, they will be responsible for the final battle together."

Finally, she looked at Alok sitting at the head, blinked and said:

"As for the chief, I have to ask you to pay attention to the situation in the watchtower, and be responsible for contacting everyone scattered in various locations. And be responsible for support."

"I believe that no one can match the speed of support from the chief~~" Medea blinked twice, looking at Alok and said meaningfully.

"Oh~~~ I like easy work." Alok said happily, supporting his chin.

He looked around at the crowd and said with a relaxed expression:

"Do you have any opinions? If not~~~~" He looked around, looked at everyone, and said with a relaxed expression.

He dragged a long tone and found that no one had any opinions. So he continued: "Then, adjourn the meeting. I hope we can act smoothly~~"

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of Alok as the chief had disappeared from the venue first.

Everyone looked at each other silently and left.

Only Il stayed at the end, and with a light wave of his hand, the entire venue turned white again.

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When Il returned to the dormitory on the third floor, Alok's figure had long disappeared, so he put away his teacup. He curled his lips. Sighed softly:

"I don't know what's going on..."

On the other side, Alok flashed to the lobby on the first floor of Dark Night Rose.

There was no one in the lobby.

Affected by the war, the business of Dark Night Rose has become increasingly difficult recently. Instead, those noisy bars are more popular. People need such an environment to vent themselves.

Of course, most of what they drank was cheap and strong rum.

There was no one in the dark night rose late at night. Occasionally, one or two figures appeared and mostly drank quietly.

The wandering singer from Eton has resigned. Because not many people will give tips on such days.

Prices are getting higher and higher.

For Alok, this didn't feel anything, just sighing how hard life is.

He walked to his usual seat, asked for a clear moonlight, and then asked the night waiter to make him a lunch.

While waiting for his lunch, he began to look through the memory of the dark night rose.

As his level got higher and higher, the reappearance of yesterday became more and more skillful and flexible.

The fifth-level reappearance of yesterday can already reproduce a living figure.

It's not the flowery one that was reproduced before, but a shadow with combat power similar to the confusing phantom.

For example, he can reproduce an Il to assist him. And there is no danger.

It's just that all the extraordinary powers will come from himself.

Now he suddenly felt like he was fiddling with the hands of a clock. Replay the time again and again until Sebastian is found in history.

He looked a little haggard. Even though he wore a slightly handsome coat, his dark circles still betrayed him.

Feng, who was opposite him, seemed relaxed. Half lying on the sofa, she looked sad and decadent.

Those who didn't know her would never think that she was a glamorous and loud female artist on the stage.

The two ordered two simple snacks and a few beers. While talking, he flipped through the music in his hand.

His brows relaxed slightly, cut this memory and made it into a small ball of light. He held it in his hand and observed it for a while.

After a while, he took out the compass in his pocket and filled it with this memory.

The compass showed obvious changes, and after spinning wildly, it began to point to the Kafka district.

He looked over there without any surprise.

He thanked the waiter who brought him the clear moonlight, and controlled the clone while tasting it.