The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Let’s talk about artists. Frank is probably the more artistically gifted person I have ever met.

He can actually play such a high-pitched violin sounding beautiful, which is also a talent.

This should also have a lot to do with him being a transcendent.

However, his uncle was once a justice, and he had a strong relationship with him.

"Okay. That's just a dream. I won't let my dream affect my work." Sebas suddenly said with a smile.

"I'm going to pack my things."

"Yeah. Whatever." Alok said nonchalantly.

Sebas followed Alok's instructions and found one of the two bedrooms on the first floor that faced the sun. While tidying up, I listened to Alok speak.

"Oh, by the way. You can optionally take two days off per week, but the premise is that there is no commission on that day. If there is an urgent commission suddenly during the break, you must enter the working state in time. You will then take compensatory leave. "Alok said looking at the busy Sebas.

"Guaranteeing an employee's legitimate rights and interests is a basic quality of a boss."

Alok didn't know where he learned the ability to talk, so he continued chattering:

"But to be honest, the work here is not busy. If I don't have any commissions, just staying in the room drinking tea and reading the newspaper is a kind of rest in itself."

"But during those two days you can go out for a walk, date girls, or go out to have a drink with friends, but not when working."

"If you have nothing to do, you can still play the violin or the guitar here. But the condition is that it doesn't affect me. Sometimes I go to read a book or just be bored. Then don't disturb me."

Sebas fully played the role of a listener and took notes silently while packing his things.

Seeing that Sebastian's cleaning was getting closer and closer, Alok lost interest in continuing. After saying good night, he chose to return to the room upstairs.

After washing himself casually, he chose to meditate for two hours to consolidate his mental power.

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next day

Elok was awakened by the melodious sound of a violin.

This made him a little troubled. After yawning, he chose to get up and talk to Sebas about practicing the violin in the morning.

He was wearing blue and white striped pajamas made of cotton and linen. He didn't know how he chose them. They looked like the prison clothes he wore in his previous life.

I walked downstairs leisurely, stroking my messy hair. When I saw Sebastian practicing violin seriously on the balcony on the first floor, I suddenly chose not to disturb him.

Seeing a pot of brewed tea on the table, he poured himself the first cup of tea in the morning.

Facing the early morning sunshine, the days when I get up early are particularly leisurely.

Hearing the sound behind him, Sebas dropped the last note, took the violin off his shoulder, turned back to look at Alok and said:

"Boss, you're awake. Don't know what your work will be today? I can't wait."

"You are very positive. If you don't get the first commission today, there will be no work." Alok said nonchalantly.

He sat swaggeringly on the sofa in the living room, picked up today's morning newspaper on the table, drank tea, and read the newspaper with his legs crossed.

He asked, minding his own business: "Did you get the newspaper back?"

"Yeah." Sebas nodded.

"What a wonderful morning like this." This made Alok sigh.

"Have you had breakfast?" Alok asked casually.

"Not yet." Sebas shook his head.

"Let's go out for breakfast later." Alok said while reading the newspaper, and then seeing Sebastian's somewhat reluctant expression, he said again: "My treat."

"That's right. You can go to several newspapers and publish a few more advertisements with the same content as this one." Alok suddenly pointed to his advertisement in the "Elizabeth Morning News" in his hand and said.

"Okay. No problem." Sebastian put the violin in his hand into the case and replied seriously.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and said, "I think many of the main contents of our studio are similar to detectives."

Alok glanced at Sebas in surprise, squinted and asked, "Yes. That's true. Do you have any suggestions? Just put them forward."

Sebas sat on the single sofa next to Alok and said with a smile:

"It's not a suggestion, it just reminded me of some memories from before. Because I studied law at university, I inevitably interacted with people like detectives. So I had joined a university detective club before."

"I came into contact with a little bit about detectives."

After a pause and a sip of tea, he continued: "This also brought me into contact with some real detectives in society. They established a corporate club, and there are many well-known detectives in it."

"You can also get a lot of business in the club. I was thinking that this might be a good promotion channel."

After hearing what Sebas said, Alok nodded slowly, touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"This is indeed a solution."

However, Alok had some other associations with Sebastian's words.

He is not there to be a detective, he is here to find the counter-will. Alok has not forgotten what his mission is.

If there is such a detective club, some things that are inconvenient for you can be left to these detectives.

And they must have something they don't know about.

It is definitely not surprising that there is a supernatural detective among them. If it's reliable, it can even be used as a boost.

"Well, not bad. Do you have any other suggestions?" Alok asked.

Sebas suddenly sat up straight, looked at Alok seriously, and said, "After my thinking last night, I do have some suggestions."

He saw Alok nodding, indicating for him to continue speaking, so he cleared his throat and continued:

"The first one is that detective studios like ours need to register with the police. The official statement is for better management, but in fact it is to grasp the information of the detectives and report the crime as soon as possible. Check these people first, and if necessary, ask for help from the registered detective.”

"But if you don't register, you may not have much business. Damiya trusts this registration and thinks it is very important. I think we need this registration if we want to develop better."

"No, we don't need to." Alok waved his hand to interrupt Sebas and rejected the proposal. Seeing Sebastian's slightly embarrassed expression, he explained:

"We are not just detectives. The police officers I work with have greater powers than ordinary police officers, and the cases they entrust are definitely more difficult than you think. We are not doing simple detective work."

"Sorry, it seems that I still have a lot of misunderstandings about our business." Sebas lowered his head and said apologetically.

"It's not your fault. You haven't come into contact with your job yet. It's good to have such a heart. I have never been a strict boss. If your suggestion is feasible, I will definitely adopt it." Alok said.

"Any other suggestions?" Alok asked seriously.

Sebas composed his mind, considered his words, and continued:

"I can't talk about suggestions. I have a small question to ask the boss."

"What? You said it." Alok asked casually.

"About the advertisement we published." Sebastian coughed lightly and continued:

"I saw that our advertisement is 'professional in providing various "unusual" security consulting services, committed to ensuring the safety of special customers. The main business includes but is not limited to providing "professional" bodyguard services, detective services, and legal consultation, "Break" all kinds of relationships.

"I don't quite understand." Sebas scratched his head in confusion.