The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Indeed, judging from the existing clues, the drug business is indeed the most likely. After all, the East Continent is the base of the anti-will. And the increasing number of drug smuggling ships from the East Continent also indirectly indicates the possibility." Florian half leaned on the sofa behind him, holding up a glass and continued to analyze.

He fully utilized the deliberation and analysis skills learned from the police, and continued:

"Add to that the increasingly depressing environment of the Damia slums and the Garosen district. Indeed, the possibility of the "fall" of the lower city is greater."

He paused for a second, raised his eyes and looked at Alok seriously, frowned and said:

"But the goal of the anti-will is by no means limited to this. They are the most dangerous cult. The rampant drug smuggling is inevitably involved by some government officials, nobles, and even priests."

Hearing Florian's analysis, Alok thought carefully for a moment, felt that what Florian said made sense, and nodded and replied:

"That's true. The drug business can never be without the existence of umbrellas. The interests involved are terrifying. I know the water is deep."

Elok's tone suddenly changed, and he said firmly:

"But I have to do it!!"

Florian smiled heartily, as if he was comforting Elok, and as if he was comforting himself:

"Everyone has reasons to do it. So do I. As a 'black skin' who maintains order, I can't sit idly by like those fallen people, or even add fuel to the flames."

Florian patted Elok's shoulder, but there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

His words seemed to have a meaning, and Elok couldn't hear what he meant, but he didn't ask.

"I will help you. Just like before. In the form of entrustment." Florian said with a smile.

"We have cooperated for a long time. There is still a tacit understanding. We will share the money when the time comes." Elok said while sighing.

He seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly changed the topic:

"Oh, right. Speaking of splitting the money. I suddenly remembered that I killed a level 3 demon some time ago. I kept the body and crystals. If I give it to you, you should be able to go to the Extraordinary Events Department to collect the commission."

Florian looked at Alok in surprise and said:

"Level 3 demon? Captain Jack, you really surprised me. Demons are not so easy to deal with. They are too good at fighting."

Hearing this, Alok suddenly sighed and complained:

"He is indeed quite good at fighting. I shot him four times, but he didn't die. His vitality is like a cockroach. Fortunately, I found a few friends to deal with it together. Otherwise, I might not see you today."

"At the end, he was eroded and went crazy. His body became like a real demon. At that time It was really terrifying. The body was more than three meters tall, and it could fight even without a brain. It was born for destruction. "

"It's a member of the Church of the Day of Destruction. How about this crystal? Can it make some money? You don't know, it's too expensive to get intelligence. I have to make some preparations. "

Florian frowned, showing a thoughtful look, touching his forehead and said:

"The Church of the Day of Destruction..."

"Yeah. It's really an evil organization. No problem."

"But if you want to exchange it for the commission for Heipi, you have to wait a few days. I haven't established a firm foothold yet. Then you can sell it for a good price. "

"But I suggest you make it into a weapon, or something else to increase your strength. It's really not cost-effective to exchange this kind of thing with Heipi. . "

"Well~~It makes sense. "Elok said thoughtfully.

"That's good, I'll come to you again in a few days." Florian raised his glass and said with a smile.

But then, he immediately denied his statement and said:

"Forget it, let's set a time, in case you have something to do. I will continue to wait for you in this bar the day after tomorrow."

Eloque smiled heartily, raised his glass, and responded: "Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation, Captain Jack."

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The world of artists is composed of colorful lines, which Sebastian knew only after he became an artist.

Whenever he stepped into the sea of ​​spiritual power and began to meditate, those colorful lines would appear in his vision.

And every note he played since then seemed to be colored.

While marveling at the magic of artists, Sebastian did not forget to praise the moon.

This was learned from Alok, who seemed to be a devout believer of the moon, not life.

The moonlight tonight was the best in a month, and suddenly gave him some creative inspiration.

As an artist, you must create, not borrow from others.

This is why artists need imagination, and it is also the source of artists' power.

For creation, Sebastian used to be obsessed with it, although he did not believe in the moon god before.

However, you are blessed by the gods but you don't believe in them. This is too shameless.

"Praise the moon."

He prayed devoutly.

Hearing the door behind him open, Sebastian knew that Mr. Phasma had returned, and turned around and put down the violin in his hand.

There was no light in the room, and he could see Alok's smiling face clearly in the moonlight.

Seeing that he was a little drunk and sat on the sofa, he poured him a glass of boiled water.

"You look very happy, Mr. Phasma."

"Of course. People always have happy moments. Besides, I met old friends. Although we haven't known each other for long, we are close friends." Alok explained with a stutter.

"How was your date? Oh, no. Your concert." Alok asked in a trance.

Sebastian smiled awkwardly and helplessly, and said: It was just so-so. Anyway, I just played by myself, just like those street performers."

"Oh, by the way. I forgot to tell you. My artist friend came to Damia. It's a pity that I haven't seen him these two days. His uncle and my father are very good friends." Alok suddenly thought of Frank.

He seemed to always forget something these days.

All his experiences were put on Florian, and Frank was ignored. This made Alok feel a little guilty. I remember promising Sebastian before.

"Ah, no, no. Thank you, Mr. Phasma. "Sebastian waved his hands hastily.

He felt a little embarrassed. Everything he had seemed to be too dependent on Mr. Phasma. Everything seemed to be given by Mr. Phasma. Now he was still looking for connections for himself.

He then explained:

"I now know that what artists need is creation and imagination. Although they need to learn from other arts, the most important thing is to rely on themselves."

"If you find another artist as a teacher, your work will inevitably be mixed with other people's things, and the things you create will not be yours."

"Art comes from life." Alok interrupted.

"That's right. So, you can absorb more essence and exchange experiences. But long-term communication is a burden." He smiled frankly and continued:

"So, it doesn't matter whether you meet or not."

"Now I don't need those so-called relationships. I think I have found the place where I devote myself to art."

Alok shook his head, opened his eyes and looked at Sebastian, and asked puzzledly:

"Is that so? Well, I really don't know. Who told you."

"Mr. Majik. He seems to know a lot about the field of artists. "Sebastian answered calmly.

"Majik?" Alok was surprised at first, then thought about it and said, "Well~~~ Maybe Ariel told you. Remember to praise the moon, you have to thank her."

"Ah, cough cough." Sebastian suddenly coughed awkwardly twice, and continued a little embarrassedly:

"I originally wanted to rely on Mr. Phasma's relationship to go to the Dusk Forest to find Ariel to seek experience. Unfortunately, she didn't see me. It's probably because I'm not familiar with the elves. Of course, this is also the final result of most humans going to the Dusk Forest."

"I remember that life priests often rescue humans who seek help. They are not so cold." Alok said in surprise. "But I really don't know the time of the moon god at night."

"Since she doesn't want to be disturbed, then you can ask her when you see her later, or don't bother her. Lest she get tired of you in the future, it will be more trouble than gain."

"I think so too. "Sebastian shrugged and said helplessly.