The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Eilok looked at Florian and said with a smile:

"The committee is directly under the Temple. It is at the same level as the Extraordinary Committee. There are five members under the committee, belonging to Navest, the Royal Family, the Temple, and the Damian nobles. There is also a special appointment."

"Count Otto strongly recommends you to become the specially appointed member. If you want, you will really become the upper class of the empire. Then the glory will come naturally."

"How is it? Is this news good enough? Is it worth us to raise our glasses again? Is it worthy of our forbearance and efforts during this period?" He raised his glass again.

"Enough!! Elok!! This is the best news I have heard in this period." Florian gritted his teeth and said.

He drank a whole glass of beer in one gulp again, in exchange for Elok's laughter:

"Hahahaha~~~~~This is the second time you said it, it should be the second best news."

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After three rounds of drinking, it was just a bloating for Elok.

In the continuous singing of the North Star, Alok could only feel the cleansing of his astral body and will body. This made it difficult for his consciousness to blur. Even with alcohol, he could not reach the state of drunkenness.

Hmm~~, probably only drinking too much clear moonlight can lead to a hangover.

On the contrary, Florian, who usually drinks a lot, was a little drunk. It was really a case of people getting drunk even if they didn't drink.

Alok picked up another glass of rum with a slightly higher degree and poured it into his throat.

"Mr. Birk, can I ask you a question?"

The weak but firm voice made Alok look at the small figure beside him.

"Ask, Lilith. If I know." He said nonchalantly while lying on the sofa and wiping the wine drops from his mouth.

Lilith approached Alok, and beside the sofa, looking at Alok and Florian, she asked hesitantly and softly:

"I want to know how Walsh is doing now? Where does he live?"

"Walsh? Prince Walsh~~" Alok sighed, and then said: "How should I know. Prince Walsh and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Do you want to meet him?"

Lilith shook her hand hurriedly and explained:

"No, no, no~~, I just have some relationship. I asked my sister, but she didn't know either, so she asked me to ask Mr. Bilke."

"I think you must know!" She looked at Alok with expectation in her eyes.

Alok scratched his head and recalled the newspapers in recent days. There was no news about where Prince Walsh lived.

But he suddenly saw the big guy opposite him, so he pointed at Florian and said to Lilith:

"The person opposite me is the person involved, the biggest hero in Damia now. Prince Walsh was rescued by him. If there is one person who knows Prince Walsh, it must be him."

"You are right, Florian~~"

"Oh~~~Of course. Elok... Walsh~~Prince Walsh." Florian's loud voice could have echoed throughout the Dark Night Rose if it weren't for the isolation of yesterday's reappearance and the mental network.

But this made Lilith a little scared and moved away from Florian.

Picking up a large glass of beer and taking another big sip, Florian drunkenly said incoherently:

"He lives a very good life. Except that he cannot leave the house, hunt, race horses, or shoot arrows. There are countless fine wines in his manor. Those maids have really good figures.. You don't know~~~ There are two maids, tut tut tut~~ That breast~~."

"Ahem~~ Let's talk business, Florian." Alok glanced at Lilith, coughed twice and hurriedly interrupted Florian who was bragging.

He shrugged and continued:

"By the way. Although it is winter, there are still some flowering plants in the garden. It's really rare. I heard that they were shipped from the Kingdom Alliance in the north."

"I just want to know. Why is he not interested in these. Hmm~~~ Strange prince..." Florian made the final judgment.

"Uh~~ Then, where is that manor?" Lilith asked softly.

Florian glanced at Lilith hiding behind Alok, squinted his eyes and lay on the sofa, and said as if recalling:

"Oh~~ It's just in the suburbs, called Merry Manor. Well, it is said that the wine is good."

"Anyway, I can't taste anything. Damian beer is still delicious."

"I think so too, cheers, Florian~~" Alok raised his glass and said loudly.

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"Captain Jack is dead?? Roger??" Medea had an extremely interested expression on her face.

This news has been over for several days, but she obviously doesn't believe it. It's just a test of Roger. See if you can get some information out.

"Do you really believe it, Medea?? I thought you were not stupid?" Roger obviously didn't fall for it.

Of course, he didn't know the specific situation.

This is the basic operation of working under Alok.

You never know the whole story of an event. You only know part of an event.

But if you say Jack is dead, the first person who doesn't believe it is Roger.

Only the stupid Sebastian would believe it.

Besides, it was Florian who killed him.

Fortunately, after many explanations, Sebastian was convinced that the newspapers were all lies. Alok could not die. Even if he died, he would not die so easily.

Medea rolled her eyes, sat on the table in a somewhat seductive posture, looked at Roger and continued:

"You are so interesting to talk. No wonder your captain doesn't like you very much. Do you want to try it tonight?"

"Don't even think about it, Medea." Roger simply waved his hand and would never participate in the night activities related to the abuser.

This earned Medea a loud laugh, and then she said:

"Ah~~hahahaha~~I mean, we're going to take action tonight. Cutie~~"

She paused, looked at Roger and said with a smile:

"By the way. I have to congratulate you~~. You've reached the middle level~. There really isn't a weakling under the chief's command."

Roger replied expressionlessly:

"Thank you for your concern. The middle level is just the beginning of the extraordinary. This is all thanks to the captain. If you have time, why not talk more about the goal of tonight's action."

"Hehe~~You're really impatient." Medea said in a somewhat sweet voice.

She crossed her legs, approached Roger, and whispered:

"Tonight, a ship from the Desire City Outlets will arrive at Deltamia Pier 3."

After a moment of silence, Roger saw that Medea had not responded, and asked:

"Then what? It's not just this news, is it?"

Medea was not ashamed, but continued to say madly:

"It's good to have only this news. Our action tonight is to find out what is on this ship. The key is, who is there?"

"It means that we don't even know who is on the ship?" Roger said in astonishment.

"Won't we know it soon?" Medea said in her unique voice.

Hearing this, Roger snorted and said disdainfully:

"Come on, Medea. I'm not a scout. What about your men? Let them find out if there is any danger first. What if there are any high-level extraordinary people on the ship, and they don't even know how they died."

"Do you suspect that there are important people on the ship?" Roger asked suspiciously.

Medea raised her eyebrows and said casually:

"Indeed. I suspect there is news about the 'paratrooper' again. She will come to Damia one day. Moreover, this day will not be too long."

"She must arrive in Damia before the wedding of Grand Duke Eaton, and according to gossip, Grand Duke Eaton will complete the wedding within one or two days and then return to Eaton."

"So, the paratrooper will definitely come soon."

"So, you suspect that there is a so-called 'paratrooper' on the ship?" Roger asked in surprise.

Medea glanced at Roger, shook her head and said:

"Of course not. She shouldn't be so stupid. But even without her, some people on the ship can't be unrelated to the pink paradise."

"Tonight, you follow my actions. This is what the chief said." Medea said with a weird smile.

He patted Roger on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, the chief's second mate will not die. I have the ability. I will protect you~~"

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