The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

This should be the recruitment advertisement.

"Requirements: Male, age range 18 to 35 years old, passionate. Have ideals and ambitions, and hope to serve the empire. The future of the order is yours. Young man!!"

Hey, this requirement is really low.

However, I guess there will be some selection.

Those with disabilities, those who are too fat, those with weak health, etc. should be eliminated.

Moreover, there is no compulsion to join the army, which shows that the front line can still resist.

There is just a lack of reserves.

I don’t know how many more years this battle will last. The last time was decades ago and lasted for three years. Nothing came of it.

There are many places to sign up, and they are available in various places in Damia. There is one in Elizabeth. Located on the outside of Elizabeth District, near Sandro's own home.

He scooped up a mouthful of mashed potatoes with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth while continuing to read the newspaper with relish.

Having a good job and being able to solve the problems of daily necessities makes him not as anxious as most people in Dalmea now.

After lunch, he wiped his mouth gracefully, returned to the office, tidied up, and prepared to go to his elder brother's house. Find your nephew - Beno.

Beno's home is not far from his own, about five hundred meters away, but it is closer to the slums and the environment is relatively poor.

Benoy is currently there.

I have changed several jobs since graduation, but I couldn't stay. It’s not that the salary is too low, it’s that the boss is too harsh. Or it’s just that I’m too tired or too busy at work.

This made his father, Sandro's eldest brother, very anxious.

Sandro once found him a job maintaining security in a scenic neighborhood, but he went home after only a few days. It was said that the sun was too strong and it made me uncomfortable.

I hope Beno will not do such things in Night Rose.

Night Rose is good enough, it just makes him work the night shift, and that's not much work.

During the war, it was a blessing to have a job like this.

"Beno? Beno?"

Sandro knocked on the door of his eldest brother's house, but got no response. This surprised him.

Beno Ke is usually at home at this time.

Helpless, he had to take out the spare key and open the door, hoping to see what was going on.

There was no sign of Beno in the house as usual, even if Sandro searched ten times, there was still no sign of him.

He could only stand helplessly in the living room, pursed his lips and pinched his waist, looking a little helpless.

He looked around and found only one letter.

There is no writing on the cover, just the content.

Could it be that Beno left it behind? !

Sandro's heart trembled, and he had an ominous premonition.

He hurriedly opened the envelope, which was not glued at all, and took out the letter inside.

Some of the scrawl was written by Benoy.

"Dear Father:

As a man, he aspires to fight in all directions and fight on the battlefield!

I'm going to be a soldier! ! ! "

Sandro's eyes were fucking wide open.

Beno, you are quite capable. .

You are stupid~~~Have you discussed this with your father?

Can you bear the hardships of being a soldier? ?

Are you sure you can come back alive? ?

Your father is the only son of yours. If he dies on the Lister Plain, who will give him the final say? ?

His heart was beating loudly, and he eagerly put the letter back while feeling a little angry, and then hurriedly walked towards the recruitment point in his memory.

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"This song is like an alarm clock." Alok woke up from bed, touched his stiff neck and sighed. "I can sleep again."

He half-closed his eyes, listening to the song of ‘Polaris’, while entering the bathroom to solve personal problems.

After everything was resolved, his mind still could not fully wake up, and he could only drag his "broken" body. Hope breakfast can give him a little strength.

He saw Sandro coming in from outside in a hurry, with a frown on his face, so he asked feebly:

"Why haven't you gotten off work yet? It's getting late."

"Hey~~ Today's work is not finished yet, so I have to work overtime." Sandro touched his temple.

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Alok asked doubtfully.

"That's nothing. Some housework. I originally wanted to introduce my nephew to be the night cook. Who would have thought that he would have to join the army. Young people are really full of passion." Sandro said with a frown.

Alok was slightly interested, looked up at Sandro, and asked doubtfully:

"Join the army?? Are you going to be drafted soon? It's good to be a soldier. But if it doesn't matter, it's hard to get ahead."

"Who says it's not the case? Boss. Our families have nothing to do with each other. I'm just afraid that my nephew will die on the battlefield." Sandru sighed.

"However, joining the army is also a good opportunity to improve the family's status in war-torn times." Alok said after thinking for a while.

"Hey~~ Ignore him. Let my elder brother worry about it." Sandro said helplessly in the end.

He shook his head and continued: "However, it is also because of this. I'm afraid there is still no cook tonight."

"It doesn't matter. Let Chef Djoko make some stew. Cook it for half a day. It will be the same in the evening." Alok waved his hand and said.

"Understood, boss. One more thing. I went to exchange gold coins today. The ratio has been as high as 1:1.5. So our current assets have shrunk a bit. The damn bank has no gold coins at all." Sandro continued to report today's situation Work.

"Really, it's already such an exaggeration? Fortunately, I exchanged it early. If it had been late, the money would have been almost useless." Alok shook his head helplessly.

Sandro nodded and continued: "That's all. Boss. I still have some accounts to settle. I haven't paid everyone bonuses yet."

Airok understood what Sandro meant, waved his hand and said:

"Go ahead. Don't worry about me."

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After having enough wine and food, Alok continued to sit where he was, savoring the clear moonlight.

He just took out a communicator from his arms and said in the communicator:

"Florian, meet at the gate of the Imperial Laurel in the evening."

. . . . . .

‘Imperial Laurel’ weapons shop.

There are many weapon shops in Damia, but the one in front of me is probably the only one in Kafka District.

A weapons shop that specializes in customizing weapons and equipment for royal families and temples.

It is said to have a history of two thousand years. It used to be a large blacksmith shop, then it became bigger and bigger, and finally it was favored by the royal family and the temple.

It is now owned by the Royal Family.

What are the characteristics?

That means the things sold are extremely expensive. Specially customized for those dandy boys. Gorgeous and majestic, but in terms of practical value, it pales in comparison.

Of course, what they customize for the royal family and temples is another matter. There is something there, but it's not sold over the counter.

Alok nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the splendid decoration.

This is what he wants, something gorgeous enough to look intimidating.

After waiting for a while, he sat in his original position, and his clone was sent to do hard work again.

A well-dressed gentleman wearing a bowler hat and holding a silver cane suddenly appeared on the street, but did not arouse any reaction from passers-by.

Alok patted his black dress gently, took a gentleman's step, and found a public carriage.

"Kafka District, Imperial Laurel Weapons and Equipment Store." He ordered softly.

Afterwards, he walked naturally into the carriage, placing his hands on the cane and leaning on it. His eyes were always forward, and occasionally he looked expressionlessly at the still hurried figures on the roadside.

Kafka District is still bustling with entertainment. It seems that the war has not affected here.

Major entertainment venues are still crowded with people, even more popular than before the war.

Does everyone need to use this to relieve their stress? ?

He glimpsed countless evils spreading and countless wills corroding. But he wasn't going to save them.

This made him not optimistic about the outcome of the war.

However, things may be different in Chelansi. But this comparison chilled Alok even more.

"We're here, sir." The coachman parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car respectfully, opened the door for Alok, put down the footrest, and covered the upper edge of the car with his hands.

"Thank you." Alok nodded politely, then took out a gold coin and placed it in the coachman's hand.

The coachman was obviously very well-educated. Perhaps he had received special training. Even though he was excited, he did not show it clearly. He just bowed and said:

"Thank you, sir. Your moral character is admirable."

Alok smiled slightly and turned to look at the situation in the weapons store.

What slightly surprised him was that the place looked quite lively.

Hey~~~ That’s interesting.