The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"I thought it was the kind of nightingale you were talking about. I didn't expect it to be the kind that can only sing." Alok sighed and said.

Brady Candy looked at Alok with a strange expression and said:

"So it seems like you're not very satisfied with this?"

Alok didn't mean that. He quickly explained: "Of course not. I mean the stereotype affected my judgment."

"Hahaha. You don't need to be so nervous. In fact, the artists from the Grand Theater will also come here to have fun. Of course, they will also receive guests here. Be a real nightingale." Brady Condy was mysterious said.

"Although those beautiful singers on stage will be quite expensive, as long as you have money, it's no problem to become your lover."

"A lot of lead singers hope to sell their bodies in exchange for more fame and more money. Hehe."

Alok glanced at the singer who was singing hard in the audience. Listening to Brady Condy’s words, I once again refreshed my understanding of unspoken rules.

A transcendent artist. Although there is only one level.

They will also be fettered by money and reputation. Even with my own singing voice and strength, I can't get on this stage.

Extraordinary! !

What is extraordinary!

Otherworldly.

Although it is not separate from society as a whole, it should not be so.

He silently grabbed the fence and looked at the crowd sitting under the stage.

I don’t know how dirty there is underneath the bright and shiny appearance.

This is really an anti-will paradise! !

When Brady Candy saw Elok's appearance, he thought he was attracted by this art and was addicted to music and couldn't extricate himself. Fortunately, I closed my eyes and listened carefully to the heart-tugging singing in the audience.

The song praised the temple and also praised Kafka XI. He also praised the great achievements of the God of Order.

After a long time, a song ended. Sebas frowned tightly, holding on to the railing and looking at the spotlight on the stage, gritted his teeth and said:

"That's not something she enjoys and is good at."

"What?" Alok reacted first and looked at Sebas and asked.

He looked at the lead singer on the stage again, seemed to have some understanding, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know her?"

Sebas lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded and said:

"My former friend~~~"

He sighed deeply, turned around and left alone without saying any more. The back looks a little lonely.

Alok and Brady Cundy looked at each other. Then he smiled and said:

"Thank you for bringing me here. I kept the bottle of champagne at its original place downstairs to celebrate our meeting. I'll come find Nightingale when I have time."

"Of course. I hope it's a real nightingale," Brady Condy said with a smile.

Alok smiled and said no more, but took off his hat slightly in greeting, and then chased Sebas along the way he came.

When they arrived at the gate, Alok saw Sebas. He patted Sebas on the shoulder, then used a door-opening skill to open the door, and walked out with him.

"It's getting late. We should go back." Alok said with a smile.

He doesn't want to get involved in other people's personal affairs, even if it's to comfort him.

If he needs a reassurance, maybe he can confide in it. Then I will go and comfort him.

But if he doesn't speak, it's his own business.

Although this seems a bit cold.

But it fits Chaofan very well and the profession of pirate.

Free pirate~

The sea of ​​mental power will continue to influence and erode others, and it will also continue to influence and erode yourself.

And influencing others through every word is also one of the ways that the sea of ​​mental power corrodes others. It is also very important, the subtle method.

By comforting others and helping others recover from their sad state, they also influence others through the sea of ​​spiritual power.

This is not much different from the method of counter-will.

"Yeah." Sebas nodded in response.

After walking behind Alok for a long time, Sebas suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "Tonight I want to try to become a transcendent."

Alok turned around in surprise, and when he saw Sebas's serious expression, he immediately laughed and said:

"You can do it anytime. It looks like you've learned well. There will be no problem."

Sebas nodded vigorously and said, "There has been no problem for a long time."

"Okay. Then tonight. Go to your room." Alok smiled and said.

He raised his head and glanced at the moonlight, and sighed: "The moonlight is pretty tonight. It's very suitable for a date."

"It's indeed good." Sebas responded in a low voice.

He sighed again and said:

"Her favorite thing is the moon. In the past, she liked country and pastoral tunes, and she liked the kind of fresh and happy ballads. I didn't expect that she would change so quickly."

"It's probably a concession made to get something." Alok said with a smile.

"But if you give in, there is a high probability that the things you insist on will change, or simply be forgotten. In the extraordinary realm, this is betrayal."

"I hope you can always stick to your ideals."

"Of course, I will. Mr. Phasma." Sebastian's eyes suddenly shined brightly, and he clenched his fists and said.

"Hahaha, okay. But to be honest, the Grand Theater disappointed me a bit." Alok glanced at the moon in the sky. Then he said in Elvish:

"Praise the moon."

"I am a little disappointed, but I am still a little surprised that he can go on the stage of the Grand Theater. But I don't want to go up in this way. I want to express what I want to express, not those who praise the great achievements." Sebastian was a little excited.

"Maybe if you don't praise the great achievements, you can't go up at all. You have to think about this clearly. The Grand Theater is originally the property of the temple." Alok said.

"This is a dilemma. I think your ideal of performing at the Grand Theater is essentially to express your ideas through art. Let more people understand."

Sebastian lowered his head and looked up at Alok, frowning and asked: "So it doesn't matter whether you perform on the stage of the Grand Theater, right?"

Alok shook his head and denied: "No, no, no. I didn't say that. I mean maybe there is a better stage."

"I think it's enough to express your ideas, right? You don't need to stick to any form, and you don't need to stick to where. That will only limit your imagination."

"I heard Ariel say that what artists need and lack the most is imagination."

Hearing this, Sebastian suddenly fell into a daze.

Fortunately, Alok sat down on a bench by the roadside and watched the fresh and lively tunes of the street singing artists. By the way, wait for Sebastian who fell into a daze.

After a long time, Sebastian sat next to Alok and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Thank you, Mr. Phasma."

"You're welcome. I think the two street singers over there sing better than those in the theater."

Sebastian seemed to have returned to normal. He looked in the direction of Alok's eyes and said after hearing the performance: "I think so too."

He took out a silver coin with a face value of 1 Kate, walked slowly to the artist, and put it in the hat in front of him.

The street singer was still immersed in his own world and seemed to be unaware of Sebastian's behavior.

"Let's go back. Mr. Artist Sebastian." Alok got up from the bench and walked slowly on the side of the road.

I saw a wild cat passing by the flower bed, a three-color tabby cat, which looked very much like Il.

But Alok knew that it was not.

He shook his head and swung his cane back and forth, playing with it like a stick.

"You have to get used to saying praises to the moon in the future." Alok said to Sebastian as he walked.

"Have you learned that sentence in Elvish?" Alok asked again.

"The body structure of elves and humans is slightly different, so there are inevitably some problems in pronunciation, just like Ariel and Daniel, when they speak the language of the Hutt Empire, there is also a hint of elvishness."

After a long time without seeing a reply, Alok turned around and found that Sebastian was still admiring the artists on the roadside.

He smiled knowingly, walked towards Sebastian, and whispered behind him:

"Don't look at it, after today you will also be an artist."