The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"At least 500 gold coins." Roger revealed his psychological bottom price.

In fact, Roger knew that such an item would not sell for so much. After all, it was a product of a cult and quite dangerous.

But there must be room for bargaining.

However, what Roger could not have imagined was that Ogna agreed immediately:

"No problem, deal."

Ogna's mind was also ringing with calculations.

Although this kind of thing is not expensive under normal circumstances, it is very popular in some underground black markets.

Some nobles are so dirty that they will drive such things up to sky-high prices. If two people with the same hobby like it, it is possible to sell it for 1,000 gold coins under competition.

Things will have different prices when placed in different places.

If it is sold as an ordinary weapon, it will not be worth much, but if its sadistic ability is exaggerated and placed in the nobles' underground toy market. Or at the door of the sale of beautiful slaves, it will be different.

You have to find a suitable position for the thing.

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Roger was very puzzled, but because he could get more money, he didn't ask any more questions. What if he was bargained for this?

He touched his head and came out of the small room of the bar, asked for a glass of Damian beer, and planned to sit in the bar to grind for a while.

As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood!

Proper rest is the guarantee of good work. Those who say that six hours of rest a day is enough must be lying to the capitalists.

Damian's Damian beer seems to taste a little different from that of Dror City.

How to say it, the taste is lighter and the beer is clearer.

Probably because of transportation.

Roger thought helplessly.

He saw a green-haired gangster sitting next to him. He was a troublemaker who had just been recruited recently to work for him.

Roger didn't have a good face for him, and he didn't like such things. If it wasn't for the work, there was no good choice, and he would never let such a fool become his subordinate.

"What's the matter?" He sat on a high stool near the window, looking at the crowd outside the window, drinking and speaking in a bad tone.

It has been a week and a half since Alok told him to look for intelligence.

There is indeed news about drugs, but not too much. And most of them are about who is taking drugs and who is a drug dealer.

But most of the so-called intelligence is useless, because you can never find the owner.

And if you can't find the owner, you can't find the counter-will.

The gangster leaned against the table next to Roger and said bluntly: "I'm a little tight on money recently. I wonder if I can borrow some money from the boss."

Roger glanced at him, wondering how he survived to this day, and then said solemnly:

"Do you have any news?"

"Of course." He smiled evilly.

"Have you told anyone else?" Roger asked again.

"Of course not." He answered again.

"Tell me."

"The money thing.~~" He rubbed his hands and looked at Roger expectantly.

Roger looked at his disgusting look with some disgust and said, "Didn't I say that if I can really find him, I won't treat you badly."

"That's good. I hope you can keep your promise." The green-haired gangster said with a chuckle. "Otherwise~~~hehe."

"I heard that someone is looking for a drug addict named Jack Phasma recently. If you count, he has been missing for five or six days. How about this news? Is it worth 10 gold coins?"

He smiled evilly, looked at Roger, his eyes shining, and put his hands behind his back.

Jack Phasma?

Is it a trick of anti-will, or a magic bullet placed by Alok?

It's interesting.

But for this little information, 10 gold coins. It seems that you really don't want to live.

Roger glanced at the gangster who didn't know where the confidence came from. He sighed helplessly, shook his head and said:

"Anything else? Go on."

"Of course there is. The person who was looking for him appointed a detective, and he is still inquiring enthusiastically. But obviously, he didn't find it."

Of course he can't find it, that's a fabricated character. There is no such person as Jack Phasma, only Captain Jack and Alok Phasma.

It seems that the captain has put a psychic bomb.

Is this meant to alert the enemy?

Or something else?

Threat against will. That's not the case.

It's really hard to figure out.

He pondered for a while, took out a golden Deben gold coin from his pocket, pressed it on the table with a "snap", and pushed it to the green-haired man.

"That's it?" It seemed that the green-haired man was obviously very dissatisfied, and looked at Roger fiercely and said.

"That's it. I think I respect you if I can give you money for such worthless information. If you are not satisfied, you can refuse it and go out." Roger controlled his tone and said gloomily.

He was fed up with this idiot with a monkey-like IQ. If he wasn't useful, he would have pulled out his intestines and tied them around his neck.

Cooperating with these people is an insult to me.

I have to find a way to open a breakthrough.

What do you think of the Holy Temple?

With the relationship I had with some people in the Holy Temple before, it would not be a problem to cooperate again.

The key is that the Holy Temple is hidden deep enough in Damia.

Besides, I don’t know the person in charge of the Holy Temple in Damia.

I knew Roman before because I knew him before. Now I am in a strange environment, and it is very difficult to establish a connection again.

He shook his head and sighed, and he probably had to work hard for a while.

Looking at the green-haired man who had not left yet, Roger said:

"What? Not leaving yet? Are you not satisfied?"

"Of course I am not satisfied with the price you gave me. I am really tight on money recently. I think I am looking up to you by lending you 100 gold coins. Mr. Second Mate." The green-haired man looked at Roger provocatively and said.

Second Mate was the nickname he gave himself to hide his identity.

Roger looked at the green-haired man and was completely disappointed with him. A flame of anger suddenly burned in his heart.

You are also worthy of shouting at me. You are too confident. The somewhat chaotic situation itself suppressed a flame in his heart. Coupled with the stupid behavior and robbery of this idiot, Roger could not control himself and put down his proud aristocratic politeness and euphemism.

He suddenly put the gold coins on the table back into his pocket.

He said loudly: "Get lost."

The green-haired man's face suddenly darkened. He looked around and chose not to make trouble here. He gritted his teeth and said viciously:

"Hmph, you wait for me."

If nothing unexpected happens, the green-haired man will be an unclaimed rotten corpse in the sewer in a while.

But Roger was still troubled by these things.

He poured the remaining half cup of beer in the cup into his throat and burped.

After a sigh, he prepared to go out to "expand business".

I hope there will be some other news.

I am tired of this kind of nutritional value all day long.

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Erok will still wake up at noon, and Sebastian will still choose to practice violin or guitar in the afternoon.

Nothing seems to have changed.

However, Sebastian's violin sound is mixed with a bit of extraordinary characteristics.

This adds more mystery and artistic sense to him.

Alok did not ask Sebastian how he felt after becoming an artist for a few days, which was a meaningless topic, nor did he ask stupid questions like "What are you doing recently?" and "What are you thinking about recently?".

"What are you having for lunch today?" he asked casually.

Questions like this are the main theme of life, and of course, the most important questions in life.

"Albert Durham came this morning, but I told him that you were out and had not come back yet, so I asked him to come back at noon." Sebastian did not answer Alok's question, but put down the book in his hand and sat on the sofa and said.

"Do you mean to have lunch at noon and talk about it?" Alok asked in confusion.

Sebastian hurriedly denied: "Of course not, why invite him to dinner. I just said we can't miss it again."

Just when Alok was worried about not being able to eat lunch on time, the doorbell rang.

It seemed to be Albert Durham, who came at a coincidence.

He shook his head helplessly and had to take care of his work first.