The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Billie, I always feel that your recent songs carry some loss. Why?" Sebastian looked at the music sheet in his hand and asked with a frown.

She raised her head and looked at Feng across the sofa, feeling a little confused. Of course, she was more worried.

Sometimes melancholy is the source of inspiration for music creation, but it is not good for physical health.

He looked at Feng, feeling mixed emotions.

Under the soft light of the night lamp grass in the dark night rose, Feng was tasting a glass of dark moon night beer.

This is the elf beer recommended by Sebastian. It's the first time Feng has tried it. It's slightly sweet with a hint of fruit. It's very distinctive, but lacks the taste of alcohol.

Hearing Sebastian's question, Feng didn't answer and chose to avoid the question:

"Not bad beer. But I still like bitter wine. Bitter wine can hide things in my heart."

There was a blush on her face, her eyes were blurred, and her body was relaxed and half lying on the sofa. But her eyes were very attractive. Like a woman with many stories.

Sebas sighed and continued:

"I still don't like the glorious and sacred temple music. Compared with the simple pastoral style and the light elf style, it is too stereotyped."

"Maybe you are narrow-minded. Art~~Why can't you accept it all?" Feng replied while shaking the wine glass.

"It's just that if art is all hypocritical, it will lose the appearance of art." Sebas raised his voice to argue.

Feng looked at the wine glass in front of him indifferently, looking sad and decadent.

Sebas put the stack of scores on the table, and seeing that Feng was unwilling to continue this topic, he sighed and said:

"It seems that your extraordinary path is not going well. Maybe I can help you. I am also a second-level artist. In the field of artists, inheritance is very important."

"Really? What is the second-level secret spell?" Feng asked a little drunkenly.

Sebastian looked at Feng in surprise and complained:

"You want to upgrade now? Are you crazy? You must first have your own achievements in the field of music. Then upgrade naturally. This is the right way."

"You must have your own musical style and your own musical path. You must like the music you have from the bottom of your heart."

"But I just like it? Otherwise, why would I insist?" Feng put down his wine glass and spread his hands, answering indifferently.

"I hope so." Sebastian looked at the music scores again and sighed.

He sighed helplessly at Feng who didn't care, and then said:

"In addition, I suggest that artists should believe in the Moon God. The Moon God is the god in the field of artists."

Feng looked at Sebastian with a resentful expression, and said calmly:

"But in the Hutt Empire, the God of Order is the orthodoxy. Order governs everything. I believe in order, and I can only believe in order. Order has given me what I am now, and it has also given me a future."

"Can I believe in the illusory Moon God if I don't believe in order? I haven't even been to the Moon God's Temple."

"It's up to you." Sebastian replied helplessly.

"The Moon God's Temple is open to people at any time, just behind the Dark Night Rose." He pointed to the Dusk Forest behind the Dark Night Rose.

"Just behind the Dark Night Rose?? Where is that?" Feng said with some surprise.

"Dusk Forest. It is the Temple of the Goddess of Life during the day and the Temple of the Moon God at night." Sebastian explained simply.

"Of course, this is not critical to you. But if you want to change your beliefs, I can also recommend you."

"Do I have a choice? I can only believe in order!" Feng smiled bitterly, sat up straighter, looked at Sebastian and answered.

"It's just that you don't want to give up. Don't want to let go. What's the choice~~" Sebastian sighed again.

He waved his hand indifferently, picked up his wine glass and took a big sip. Then he changed the subject again and asked:

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow? No. I have something to do tomorrow..." Feng answered bluntly.

Sebastian glanced at Feng and asked:

"I wanted to show you the score. What's your business?"

"You can see it now~~~" Feng glanced at the score on the table and said.

Then, he looked at Sebastian, and after a moment of silence, he replied calmly:

"I have an appointment with Viscount Grenouille tomorrow night. I heard that he has a batch of new perfumes from the Kingdom of Semite. I ordered a bottle."

"Besides, Viscount Grenouille is also outstanding in the field of artists. He is a third-level artist."

She spoke casually as if she was going to buy vegetables tomorrow. But this did not make Sebastian happy.

He frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but in the end he held it in his mouth and did not say it. He just asked:

"Where?"

"Gilli Martin Restaurant. A good restaurant, very suitable for private gatherings." Feng looked up and sighed.

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"Oh, Lord Bilke. Being young is good~~" Count Otto said loudly and exaggeratedly, patting Alok's shoulder and appearing particularly enthusiastic in front of people. And Alok also showed a hypocritical but enthusiastic smile, accepting Count Otto's enthusiasm.

"No. You are still young. Your Excellency." Alok replied with a smile.

Count Otto laughed a few times, patted Alok on the shoulder, and took him and Il to the small reception room next to the banquet hall, which was also the temporary investment room. He approached Alok and whispered:

"How is it? How well you have considered it. It is definitely a business that will make a profit without losing any money. You can tell by the attitude of the temple. I will tell you quietly that they directly invested 100,000 gold coins."

"One hundred thousand? They really feel distressed. The front line is still tight." Alok said in astonishment.

Count Otto laughed twice and continued:

"So you know what this business is like? The royal family also invested 50,000 gold coins. But most of them are in the form of fixed assets. For example, the office building in Kafka District, some necessary carriages, etc. And , there will definitely be other investments later.”

"Hmm~~~" Hearing this, Alok fell into deep thought.

He looked up at El and saw that she didn't seem to object, so he said to Count Otto:

"Okay. According to the original plan, I invested 10,000 gold coins."

He glanced at Ellock again, but she still had no reaction. The way she acted like I had the final say in everything made Elok feel a little embarrassed.

He thought about it and it didn't matter. So he took out a small box that had been prepared for a long time from El's pocket and placed it heavily on the floor of the reception room. And said:

"Ten thousand gold coins. I need to see the receipt. Or the bill."

"Don't worry, Alok. I won't cheat you. These are the original shares..." Count Otto smiled heartily on his face. But Alok felt a little reluctant to give up.

Professor Palmer was an expert in the legal field, but drafting contracts and issuing receipts was simply overqualified. But he still drew up the contract and receipt for Aylock. And delivered it to Alok personally. Dutifully.

Alok safely put the contract and receipt into El's pocket. I feel a little relieved.

Is this the first stock I bought in another world? ?

A bit interesting~~

When he walked out of the small door of the reception room, he immediately saw Ken Bock and Bishop Robert walking out of the banquet hall together.

Are the people from the temple gone? ?

It should be like this.

Looking at the figures of Ken Bock and Bishop Robert leaving together, Alok looked calm.

Just because you don’t have a chance today doesn’t mean you won’t have a chance in the future.

"It's time for us to go, El," he said softly.

Returning to the Dark Night Rose, Elok walked out of the light door with Elok and appeared on the third floor.

His expression was cold and there was a hint of madness in his eyes. Looking at the moonlight, comforting El:

"Don't be anxious, Il. Ken Bock left today with Bishop Robert, but there will always be times when he is careless. He cannot always stay in the temple. He must have time alone."

"Are you talking to yourself? Alok." Elok looked at Alok expressionlessly and asked.

"To you, and to me." Alok admitted frankly. "Maybe it's because the death of the 'worker' made him cautious. But the more this happens, the more it exposes his guilty conscience."

After taking a deep breath, Alok calmed down and said slowly:

"He won't live much longer... Is there any way to monitor his movements? I wonder when the opportunity is."

Ello walked to Alok's side and replied calmly:

"I can only try divination. But I don't hold much hope. As the leader of the Anti-Will, he is also a figure who can hide things from the temple. It is impossible not to have anti-divination methods."

"Moreover, I also lack the medium for divination. For example, his personal belongings. Or his hair and teeth. The closer it is to the body, the more accurate it will be. If there is no medium for direct divination, the chance of success will be very small."

After a moment, Alok nodded and said:

"I know. We will have many opportunities in the future. I will let Florian monitor him."

"Don't let Florian be too obvious. It's easy to be exposed. This is very dangerous." Il warned.

Alok nodded and replied:

"Don't worry. I think Florian has been a black man for so many years, so it's not like he has no experience at all."

"Well, I'm just going to study the knowledge of divination. I will try to use various methods to divination. I hope there will be effective methods." El also nodded and replied.

Just as Alok nodded, he suddenly heard a "beep~beep~beep~" sound coming from his body.

He took out a communicator from his pocket with some confusion.

But I had some doubts in my heart.

Medea? What do you want from me now?