The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

He sighed and continued:

"Now I suddenly want to get a mount. This can save effort, and I can read a book without stepping on poop..."

Il glanced at Alok with disgust, glanced at his shoes, and accused: "You are still thinking about reading, and you don't work so hard when you are free."

"Who says I haven't worked hard? I've been practicing my skills. I'm still meditating the rest of the time. Trying to condense the core of my will." Alok defended immediately.

"How do I know whether you have worked hard or not? You are not practicing for me anyway. Just tell me when you will upgrade." El said with some irritation. "Have you finished your book? Walk after you finish reading."

"Yes, yes. I've finished reading. Do you want to read it again? It's about the history of the Sunset Mountains. Although it's vague, it's quite interesting." Alok was defeated and rubbed his shoes again. He said helplessly.

El rolled his eyes, turned his head and continued walking forward, saying:

"Put it in your pocket first and look at it during the day. Don't worry. We won't be there for a while anyway. Watch your step, don't step on shit again. Don't hit the tree either."

"I know, don't worry." Alok shrugged and replied casually.

"I was thinking about getting a mount to ride on. It would be nice." He said thoughtfully. I think this idea is more and more good.

El thought for a moment and replied: "Absolutely. But it will take a long time to develop."

"What do you say?" Alok asked casually.

El said as he walked: "You have to find a suitable big cat cub first and then raise it. I heard that Big White is ten years old and Little Hei is ten years old. And you think this kind of cub is so easy to get?" Did you see many big cats in the Dark Moon Forest?"

When Elok thought about it, it seemed that he had not seen much. Maybe seven or eight? ?

He shook his head.

Seeing this, Il said with some pride:

"Witches don't have this problem. I saw a way to make a flying carriage yesterday. The principle is just to use a broomstick to fly. I don't have the materials yet. If I have it, I will definitely make one."

"Huh?? Materials? Witches really spend money." Elok replied without focusing on the point.

Later, he still felt that raising a big cat was reliable, and asked with some expectation: "As for raising a pet, raising a cute cat? El? Do you have this idea?"

"No, idiot. I have claws."

"Okay. Forget it. I also have a little bear." He gently patted the little bear's head on his waist and comforted himself.

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Damia, the night rose.

Majik was still wiping the wooden wine glass, and his expression remained unchanged.

Danielle sat at the bar, but put a cloak on her head to cover her face and ears. Drinking a glass of clear moonlight, I supported my chin drunkenly.

One hand played with the crystal wine glass. Looking at Majik a little listlessly, he suddenly asked softly:

"Majik, how old are you?"

Majik's hand wiping the wine glass was stunned for a moment, then he raised his head and seemed to be calculating, and after a moment he said:

"If I remember correctly, I am 199 years old."

"Huh? I remember your birthday is in winter?" Danielle opened her eyes slightly and said with some surprise.

"Yes. But it's not the elf's birthday. This is just a year's cycle." Majik continued to clean the wine glass and said nonchalantly.

Danielle's tone suddenly sounded a little lonely, and she said drunkenly:

"What I mean is that when you are 200 years old, you can apply to leave here and join the Dark Moon Forest."

Hearing this, Majik's hands wiping the wine glass suddenly froze in mid-air, as if he suddenly fell into sluggishness and memories.

After a while, he suddenly smiled bitterly, continued to wipe the cup, and sighed: "I didn't expect that I am 200 years old. The most meaningful thing I have done in my life is to extend nature here."

"Don't you always want to leave Damia? The nature here is too sluggish." Danielle said after taking a sip of clear moonlight.

Majik shrugged indifferently, smiled bitterly, and said, "In retrospect, Damia is pretty good too. If I leave, what will happen to the trunk of the Clear Tree?"

"Of course we are looking for a replacement." Danielle replied casually.

Majik continued to pick up the wine glass and joked to himself:

"Hmm~~~That's a great idea. There will definitely be another 200-year-old bachelor."

"That's because you don't know how to seize opportunities. How good is Ramil? I'm over a hundred years old." Danielle suddenly felt a little emotional, lying on the bar and seemed drunk.

"Ramir? I'm not good enough for her. She's too talented. Otherwise, I would be blocking her way." Majik said mockingly.

He caught a glimpse of Danielle lying on the bar, suddenly froze, and shouted softly:

"Danielle? Danielle? You must be asleep, right?"

Seeing that Danielle really didn't respond, he wanted to touch Danielle's shoulders lightly, but he restrained the urge to use his hands.

He laughed lightly at himself and used the power of nature to create a vine rocking chair, letting Danielle gently sway on it.

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The Palma Sea, located northeast of the Gulf of Destruction, is the sea area that separates the Eastern Continent and the Kingdom Alliance. It falls under the jurisdiction of the Stormwind Empire.

But in reality, this place is as chaotic as the Storm Empire.

The many small islands in the Parma Sea provide shelter for various pirates.

The pirates are as powerful as the navy, which makes them unscrupulous.

Fortunately, they have their own code of conduct on the sea. This makes them follow some rules.

For example, never bring women on board.

But Roger never thinks so.

He likes women. Women are good, and women who belong to him are even better.

At the edge of the Parma Sea, near the Kingdom Alliance area, the ghost pirate ship is sailing here.

They have just experienced a battle and looted a medium-sized ship belonging to the Free Will Federation. Only the necessary survival supplies and human lives are left.

Roger's bottom line is not to kill women. But for the men who fought desperately, he still gave a lot of respect, allowing them to die in front of their women as they wished.

Roger's eyes were a little expectant, which formed a sharp contrast with Sebastian, who had no brilliance in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Roger asked, standing on the deck, stepping on a wooden barrel.

"Somewhat tired of this kind of life." Sebastian answered casually.

"How long has it been? Do you want to go back to Damia? We will go back." Roger glanced at Sebastian and comforted him without sincerity.

"Looking back, it was pretty good when I was singing in the Dark Night Rose." Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a little sadly, but his eyes suddenly lit up with shining stars.

"You don't want to go back to sing, do you? Or are you fascinated by the elves?" Roger looked at Sebastian in surprise.

Sebastian quickly shook his head and explained, "Of course not. I just like the feeling of exploring recklessly in the field of art."

Roger looked at Sebastian with suspicion, sighed, looked at the boundless sea in front of him, and sighed:

"Well~~ I also like to explore recklessly on the sea. I like the sea."

"When I was in the Storm Empire, I was also a well-known playboy. Unfortunately, taking a woman on board is a serious crime. If you add betrayal. Well~~~ It's really superstitious."

"So this is why you are in the Hutt Empire?" Sebastian looked at Roger in astonishment and asked.

"Don't worry about it." Roger waved his hand and interrupted Sebastian's words.

He walked to the bow, looked at the sky in the distance, and said to Sebastian:

"The weather is going to change. We will be docked in Nas Port for three days. It seems that our crew members are all suffocated."

"Are you still not getting off the ship as usual?" He looked at Sebastian and asked.

Sebastian smiled and replied:

"Yes. Remember to bring me some food. Fresh."

Roger pressed the tricorn hat on his head, turned his head and walked towards the cabin, sighing softly:

"Then you keep an eye on the ship. It's great to have you here. Jack didn't make a mistake."