The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Medea raised her eyebrows slightly, looking a little puzzled.

Even on such a cold winter night, she was still wearing revealing clothes. She didn't flinch even when her skin turned red from the cold.

The corners of her mouth raised an arc of great interest, looking into the distance. It seemed that that direction was the direction where Alok disappeared.

Then, she turned her head to look at Ir, and said with a wicked smile:

"I really didn't expect Miss Riel to know Captain Jack in real life. It's a bit interesting. He wouldn't want his children to be mixed-blood. No wonder he rejected my invitation. He's really unromantic. What do you think?"

It seemed to be a joke, but it was secretly testing the relationship between Ir and Alok.

Before today, I really didn't expect that there was a deeper connection between the crazy captain Jack and the elf witch Riel.

She originally thought that this was just an external aid brought by Captain Jack, and at most they had a little friendship. But judging from the actions and expressions between the two just now, the relationship is definitely not as simple as a simple friendship.

Although she is not a psychologist of the "behaviorism" group, her years of experience have still taught her the basic ability of observing words and expressions.

Jack and Riel have an unusual relationship. This is her conclusion.

There is still a lot of information about him in the intelligence of the Ascetic Order. Crazy Captain Jack, whose original name is Elok Phasma, his father Rich Phasma, his sister Ivel... Every event was recorded in detail, but none of them was related to elves.

It is difficult to explain the current situation. Unless it was done before he became famous. That means his background is far from simple as imagined.

"Here, this time's spoils. I divide them equally." El and Elok handled it the same way, that is, no response, no flaws. Her expressionless words attracted Medea's attention.

Medea stopped thinking, took a bag from El's hand, stared at El and said:

"Thank you~, Miss Riel. I believe in singularity~."

"This is a deformation spell bag. It can be lifted at any time." El introduced it briefly.

"Hmm~~ Magical technique~. The witch of the elves is indeed much more reliable~. I wonder what your relationship with the lake elves is?" Medea praised, and then began to inquire about Il's situation, hoping to get more information.

"The elves are originally one family." Il replied.

"Okay. Dear Miss Riel~~ By the way. I am actually more concerned about the elves' views on heaven." Medea saw that there was no chance at all, and continued.

"You want to ask me what I think about the pink heaven." Il responded mercilessly.

"That's right. Indulgent people always make us feel disgusted." Medea admitted generously. Then continued: "I remember that the elves and the pink heaven seem to have some grudges."

"It has always been like this." Il replied casually.

He is not stupid enough to reveal some internal intelligence of the elves.

The struggle for divine power should be life and death.

It seems that heaven and the elves do not interfere with each other, but in fact, the external struggle has already entered a white-hot stage.

"What do you think, Miss Riel~?" Medea leaned against a big tree and asked lightly.

"First, find out who wants the emperor dead." Ir answered simply but directly.

Such words refreshed Medea's ears and eyes, and she became interested instantly, and asked:

"What? Miss Riel doesn't think that Heaven wants to assassinate?"

"We have to start from the purpose. This is not good for Heaven." Ir explained calmly.

"Haha. Maybe we just can't see the benefits." Medea raised her doubts. And continued: "But no matter what. What do they want? It's always right to destroy it. So who do you think wants to assassinate from the purpose?"

"Is it Grand Duke Eton?" Medea suddenly laughed ghostly, and expressed her attitude directly.

"No one knows. Maybe it's the church. Or the Ascetic Order. It may also be the crazy dead seat. Suicide is not ruled out." Ir answered calmly.

Medea laughed, even a little breathless:

"Hahaha~~~ You are much more cautious than the chief. But I like the chief's madness more. Don't you think the chief's personality is admirable?"

She stopped laughing, and seeing that Il had no desire to answer this question, she stared at Il and asked seriously:

"But from the perspective of confrontation~. Will you participate?"

Il smiled and said meaningfully: "No one can stay out of it."

As if she understood Il's words, Medea also smiled and said:

"Okay. Let's talk about it later. I hope the opponent this time is a little tougher. I even want to fight with Jack."

She trembled all over, as if she was recalling some extremely pleasurable time.

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Walking into the forest, Roger recognized the figure in revealing clothes under the moonlight at a glance.

That was definitely Medea.

Look at those sexy legs, there is nothing wrong with them except the thick spikes on the leather leg rings.

Even through the snow, you can still see the heels of the high heels. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Bright red like blood.

When he looked at Medea, she also looked at him.

Roger's heart twitched suddenly, and through Medea's eyes that revealed flames, he seemed to see his own tragic moment many years ago.

"Who is this? Jack's second mate? The blue-haired seagull?" Medea raised a little arc at the corner of her mouth, looking at Roger's blue hair, and asked.

"Miss Riel." Roger walked forward, first put his hand on his chest, and greeted Il with a pale face. He seemed a little cautious.

Then, he half turned around, not daring to look directly at Medea, for fear that the metal spikes on her body would "hurt" him, and then said:

"Ms. Medea, it's our first meeting. Just call me Roger."

"Hehehe~~, blue hair is really exotic~. I haven't been to the Storm Empire yet." Medea seemed to be interested in Roger.

However, he was more interested in the relationship between Roger, Riel and Captain Jack.

"The Storm Empire is beautiful. Especially the coastline." Roger replied with a smile.

"Then I have to go and see it if I have a chance." Medea responded. "It seems that Miss Riel and Mr. Roger have known each other for a long time."

Roger smiled, which was considered to be a tacit acknowledgment of this relationship. Medea's crazy temptation was not concealed at all, and Roger saw it clearly. He had been in the intelligence of the lower city for many years, so he naturally knew how to deal with it.

At this time, Il took out another bag and handed it to Roger, and said:

"Your share. In addition, your captain asked me to tell you that from now on, you will follow Ms. Medea. You can contact each other."

Roger took the bag, weighed it, and put it under the somewhat worn dress. Hearing this, he glanced at Medea, nodded and replied:

"Okay. The ghost pirate ship is now docked at Pier 6. If there are any actions or instructions, go there to find me. Waiting for you. Ms. Medea."

"Oh~~, you are so brave. I like you~." Medea smiled happily.

There was a hint of heat in her eyebrows, and it was not known whether she was greedy for Roger's body or remembered the next action.

Roger was unwilling to stay here for long. One was the evil witch Ivel, and the other was a torturer full of pain. It's exciting to think about getting together.

After saying that, he turned around and left the scene without saying hello.

"Interesting family. The people Jack brought are all very interesting. Does he like blue-haired seagulls?" Medea asked doubtfully, looking at Roger's cautious back.

"You should ask him." Ir responded expressionlessly.

Medea looked thoughtful, and Ir did not interrupt her.

After a moment of silence, Medea said simply:

"Thank you for your efforts, Miss Riel~. I look forward to our cooperation again~. Goodbye~"

She twisted her waist, and I don't know what skills she used, turning into a rising and burning flame in winter, and disappeared in front of Ir when it went out.

A breeze blew, blowing up the hem of Ir's silver-white cloak. She wrapped herself up and turned to walk into the depths of the dusk forest.