The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

The assassin stopped attacking, probably because he knew that even if he tried his best, he might not be a match for Alok.

He stood in the distance and stared at Alok motionlessly.

"Look. It's better for us to live in peace. This is the way to treat guests." Alok spread his hands and said.

"I don't think so." A slightly low voice of a girl came from the side.

Alok raised his eyebrows and looked over there. An inconspicuous assassin star spirit slowly walked towards him.

He said with some surprise:

"Ms. Namusa? I thought you were not here. It seems that you have hidden your strength."

The star spirit was a little unclear, probably because of the skill of fog, or it could be because Namusa was special as a follower.

Alok once thought that it was just a star spirit of a small minion.

But obviously, the level of the Templar assassins was surprising.

A tall female figure slowly emerged in the darkness. She looked at Alok with a weird look on her face.

"This is the hospitality of the temple. I wonder if you have anything to correct? Sorry, even if you tell us, we won't correct it."

The fourth-level assassin also followed Namusa's footsteps and slowly walked towards Alok.

It can be seen that he was still secretly wary of Alok. He looked at the bloodstain on Alok's face, smiled strangely and said:

"I advise you to reveal your identity as soon as possible."

Alok looked at the fourth-level assassin, touched the bloodstain on his cheek, frowned slightly and complained:

"Oh~~The poison that kills instantly when it sees blood. Damn it. I'm going to die again."

Namusa and the male assassin had not yet reacted to Alok's meaning, but were slightly stunned.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked.

"Dang~Dang~Dang~"

Alok's figure appeared at the door again, and he closed the door politely again, saying:

"Hello, Ms. Namusa, hello to you, Mr. Assassin."

In a moment, the figure in front of Namusa melted into the shadows. Only two assassins were left in the room, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What an amazing illusion." She couldn't help but exclaimed.

Alok took off his hat and replied with a smile:

"Hahaha. Thank you for your compliment. It is my lifelong honor to be praised by the Holy Temple! This is the skill of an assassin. Am I proud? No. Hahaha~"

Namusa suddenly wanted to slap Alok in the face, so that he could recognize whether he was proud or not. And recognize that he was in the Holy Temple, not his own home.

"What do you want to see me for?" Namusa said with a gloomy face, looking at Alok.

"Don't you want to invite me in for a cup of tea, sit down and talk slowly?" Alok asked in surprise. "I am a follower, and an elf."

"Then get in, you are still going in and out of the door, aren't you afraid that the black man will come to the door?" Namusa said with an even gloomier face.

"Hehe~" Alok didn't care about Namusa's scolding at all.

He extinguished the "lamp" in his hand, laughed, and strode into the depths of the temple.

It was similar to the first time he came here. He passed through this seemingly ordinary shack, turned a corner, walked down the stairs, and came to the underground space of the temple.

In Alok's opinion, this place is probably not completely underground, it may be similar to a secret room.

Huge stone pillars support the stone dome, and the shadows are flickering with lights.

After walking a few steps, before reaching the hall where they met Namusa for the first time, they turned around and walked into a room.

The vigorous fire was burning, making this enclosed space quite warm. The comfortable sofa was placed in the middle of the room. There was an open book on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and a cup of tea made from clear leaves was placed on the edge.

"Wow. The temple is really a good place. It's much more comfortable than the cold dark night rose, but the air is a bit dry, not suitable for me." Alok couldn't help saying.

Namusa ignored Alok's crazy talk, waved her hand to let the followers behind her retreat, sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, and said:

"Tell me, Jack, what do you want from me?"

Alok coughed a few times, sat down comfortably opposite Namusa, crossed his legs, leaned against the sofa, and said:

"You have to call me Bill now. I am the messenger from the Dark Moon Forest~~"

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, don't delay afternoon tea..." Namusa obviously has no patience.

"Ahem, okay. Then I'll say it straight. Ms. Namusa." Alok said awkwardly.

He sorted out his words, looked at Namusa and lowered his voice and said:

"Remember I lent an item to the temple. Now I'm afraid I have to use it. So~~~"

"That compass?" Namusa interrupted Alok and said bluntly.

"That's right. My father's items, I really can't lose them." Alok found an excuse and said.

Namusa didn't say anything extra, she just stretched out her right hand and inserted it into the shadow. When her right hand came out of the shadow, she already had the compass in her hand.

"I'll give it back to you. I just used it up." Namusa threw the compass directly to Alok.

The compass drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in Alok's hand.

He said excitedly: "I knew that the reputation of the temple is very good. It's easy to borrow and return, and it's not difficult to borrow again."

"By the way, I wonder if this little thing has the expected effect?" He asked.

Namusa picked up the teacup, glanced at Alok, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"A phased effect has been achieved."

Alok raised his eyebrows and continued to ask:

"I don't know how it is? Completely wiped out?"

Namusa picked up the book on the table and read it while not answering Alok's question. Instead, she asked:

"Compared to talking about past achievements, I want to know more about what more radical plans Captain Jack has after returning from the Dark Moon Forest."

Alok chuckled and said, "Plan? The plan is that there is no plan for the time being. I have to find out the information about the anti-will first."

"So you came to the temple?" Namusa looked up at Alok.

"Don't say that, we are on the same front. I am a follower." Alok said with a laugh, hoping to fool this matter.

Namusa thought for a while, took a sip of tea, and slowly said:

"As a price, Mr. Follower, you have to help the temple a little."

"No problem, of course no problem. Haven't I helped the goddess enough?" Alok agreed.

But he said he was helping the goddess, not the temple.

Anyway, if the goddess asks me for help, can I refuse?

If Namusha asks me to help her temple, I have to use the name of the goddess. Otherwise, I won't move.

Hehe~~

Namusha looked at Alok's fake smile, looked at him, and said slowly:

"Most of the known traitors in Damia have been cleared. Some ran away overnight. Some can't be dealt with. For example, Earl Bock. His official position is too big, and he is under the protection of the temple."

"Earl Bock." Alok chewed on the word.

"Yes, he has been promoted now. And he has been promoted to level four. The earl is the highest-ranking noble among the local nobles in Damia. Now he is in charge of import and export trade. He also has a seat in the Extraordinary Affairs Committee. The temple can also have a say." Namusha confirmed.

"It can be said that the anti-will power in Damia is the smallest now, but it is also the most dangerous. Because it has infiltrated the upper echelons."

"Damia's drug trade has suffered a devastating blow. Before those small drug dealers have decided the winner, there will be no success. Even Count Bock will find it difficult to dominate the drug trade in Damia after losing his helpers."

"Very good results. It is indeed a staged victory." Alok folded his arms and nodded.

"But there is still something worrying." Namusa's tone suddenly became a little depressed.

"What?" Alok asked.

"The means of anti-will have become more sophisticated. The way they infiltrate the betrayal thoughts has produced earth-shaking changes." Namusa looked at the clear leaves in the teacup and said as if he was lost in thought.

"Damia's spiritual power sea is becoming more and more mottled and chaotic."