The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Idealistic Sebastian:

I must first congratulate you on becoming a true artist. Thank you for your contribution to the Umbrella Studio.

Today is probably the last thing you have to do for this.

I don't want to fire an excellent employee, but your job may change because of today.

You will continue to work for me with Roger until you want to quit.

At work, after the action tonight, please follow Roger's instructions. But after the action, please don't blindly follow his instructions."

"Here is the plan for tonight:

When the sun sets completely, play the "Sodaril Stars' Fury". I know it takes a while for the meteor to land, and this is the time I leave for myself. Wait for the end of the song, please return this harp to Ariel as soon as possible. This is her mother's item.

Elok Phasma"

Sebastian glanced at Roger, then folded the letter and put it back into the envelope, keeping it in his pocket.

"Done reading?" Roger asked, watching Sebastian's actions.

"Unexpected." Sebastian answered simply.

"You have to learn to understand the rules and subtext of Alok's speech." Roger took a sip of beer and said with a click of his tongue.

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it. To be honest, I do think Mr. Phasma is a little too profound. I've never seen the full picture of what he did." Sebastian shook his head slightly and said, "But I trust him."

"In that case, you don't have to know. You just need to know that Alok is really doing it for your own good. Just follow his instructions." Roger laughed.

"Life is hard to be confused."

To be honest, Sebastian felt nervous again. He remembered that the last time he was nervous was because of the interview with Mr. Phasma.

It was like a student who had been preparing for the exam for two days before the battle.

And he couldn't play it wrong or sing it wrong. If he made a mistake, he might have to face some danger.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

In the two days in the Dusk Forest, he practiced the score with Daniel's practice harp. Although the score was not long, it was not difficult.

But using a non-dangerous instrument is completely different from using this extraordinary instrument. This feeling of hanging by a thread makes people sweat in their palms.

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Erok sat in a restaurant on the pier and leisurely ordered a cup of afternoon tea. Although his brows were relaxed, the tea on the table did not move.

Sebastian was responsible for playing music, Il was responsible for placing markers, and Roger was responsible for protecting Sebastian.

What am I doing?

Do you think this is the end?

A meteor fell on Damia and hit the nest of the anti-will. Is this the end?

Will this completely annihilate the anti-will? That would be too easy.

Besides, the most important thing is to take Il out and protect her from harm.

Often the aftermath is the top priority.

He looked up at the sky outside the window, and the sunset was slowly approaching the horizon. The agreed time is coming, and Alok's heart is full of peace.

He patted the little bear next to him and looked at him.

"Master, are you leaving?" The little bear asked with a hint of childishness in his tone.

His black gemstone-like pupils looked particularly crystal and bright. He raised his head and looked into Alok's eyes.

Alok just smiled and did not answer.

Then, he stood up from the table, holding Karame's Storm, and walked out of the restaurant called "Sunny Day" step by step.

There was a little doubt in the little bear's eyes. It looked at Alok's back, and then looked at the place where Alok was sitting.

When he looked at Alok again, his figure had disappeared from the little bear's sight.

But it was not anxious, did not make a sound, and did not cry. He just sat there and waited quietly. Just like waiting for Alok to go home.

It didn't understand humans as creatures, it was just a doll.

Alok pressed the tricorn hat on his head, held the cane in his hand, and walked towards Levit River Road.

The sunset gradually sank and approached the horizon. Alok stood on Levit River Road and looked at the villa in the distance.

Most of the villas on this road are far apart. After all, the nobles need a certain amount of private space.

Of course, such an environment also prevented Alok's plan from causing more civilians to be injured.

However, this also caused trouble for Alok.

It is not easy to approach the target in an open grassland. And it is difficult to sneak in with so many celestial spirits shining in the astral vision.

He looked back and forth and found that the defense of the anti-will here was quite strict.

This made it difficult for Il to escape before the meteor fell.

I remember that there were not so many people when I came last time.

This should be the news I asked Il to spread. It may also be because today is the banquet of the anti-will and drug dealers. There seems to be nothing wrong with strict guarding.

This is conducive to the greater role of the meteor.

Sure enough, there are pros and cons.

There are many carriages in the yard of the villa. They should be Kateman's group. However, the logos on the carriages are not exactly the same, but divided into three types, which makes Alok not understand why. Could it be that Kateman has three kinds of carriages with patterns?

Kateman's group must fight with the anti-will. It can't be like this, otherwise there is no chance.

He walked out slowly from behind the tree, coughed lightly, and used yesterday's reappearance to change his clothes, turning into a male gentleman wearing a bowler hat and evening gown.

His face used an elegant man-Frank Palmer.

Then he swaggered towards the gate of 13 Levitt Riverside Road.

He first nodded to the guard at the gate and said:

"Sorry, it seems I'm a little late. I hope I can catch up."

"The banquet hasn't started yet, please come in." The man who was half guard and half waiter responded.

"Thank you." Alok responded politely.

The colorful star spirits in front of him were really dazzling, and he couldn't find the colorful one that belonged to Il.

Hmm~~~ It seems that I have to look for it more, maybe it's upstairs.

Although it's impolite to wander around other people's homes casually, as a gentleman, it shouldn't be a problem to find the bathroom.

You're right, Frank.

The banquet hall was full of people, but most of them were not good words. Instead, they were divided into three factions and accused each other.

The old acquaintance standing in the middle also chattered with the three factions.

Ryan!!

The sharp-chinned necromancer.

Alok raised his eyebrows and was very unhappy with him. It was he who took Il away. Otherwise, would I come here to save Il?

He frowned slightly, but didn't want to do it now. Instead, he looked for Il first. Finally, he would deal with him.

He walked around in the hall on the first floor and looked around for Il's traces many times, but to no avail. The surrounding "visual pollution" was too serious, which seriously affected Alok's judgment.

He couldn't help but frowned, and then walked outside. I hope to observe again from the outside, maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

"Okay. Time is up, the banquet officially begins~~~~~~" Alok heard Ryan's voice at the door.

He used the sea of ​​mental power to convey this sentence, which seemed particularly clear.

Alok didn't look back, but looked at the sunset in the distance, which just fell into the horizon. The music sounded at the right time, and Ryan also stood on the small platform in the middle of the hall and began his speech.

He ignored these trivial matters, but walked along the outer wall, looking for Il's astral body.

After a circle, he found nothing, which made Alok very unhappy. It must be something from the traitor profession that interfered with my astral vision. It's really hateful.

He frowned, then came to the hall again, ignored the speech, and found a sofa to sit down without saying a word.

Then, with the help of the table demonstration, he quietly took out a compass from his pocket.

To use this compass, you need to use the memory of the world, not the memory of the individual.

Fortunately, Alok's drift bottle has always preserved that memory.

He took out that memory, cut off the fragment belonging to Il and put it into the compass.

The compass began to spin wildly, Alok smiled evilly, and put it in his pocket.