The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"Please wait a moment. Wait for me to complete this enchantment."

Alok looked at the woman in the small room with some surprise. She was very quiet after hearing the door knock behind her.

She looks 30 years old and very capable. She has brown wavy hair, which is tied behind her head and covered with something like a gauze. It's not the kind of hair that Elok imagined, but the whole trap.

This was probably to prevent her hair from falling on the huge worktop that took up half the room in front of her.

She also held a small writing brush in her hand, looking intently at an irregular purple-black stone on the workbench in front of her. I am carefully describing each stroke.

There are also pieces of the same purple-black stones neatly stacked in the room, most of which have not yet been enchanted.

Alok stopped behind the woman and motioned to the three people behind him to stop talking and wait quietly.

When the alchemist's last stroke fell on the stone, she smiled with satisfaction, turned around, and said with a smile:

"Although it's a little rude for you to come in, you are still a guest who is willing to wait. You are welcome to come."

Why is this a plot? Could it be that the King of Hell is easy to meet, but the kid is difficult to deal with? Uninvited guests like us should be welcomed.

But since people welcome us, why should we fight and kill them?

Although he was a little surprised, Alok's expression did not change, and he also responded with an apologetic smile:

"Sorry. I'm Jack, Jack Jones. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'd like to thank Haihan."

"My name is Maryman, what do you want from me? Are you talking about business? You don't seem to be good people." She pointed at Elok's musket, but said very relaxedly.

Quickly inserting the Hunter's Hammer into the holster on his waist, Elok smiled awkwardly, patted the holster on his waist and said:

"It seems that the young lady is not a local. This is the martial custom of Dror City."

The four people present all looked at Alok as if they were idiots. Is it really the martial custom of going to visit others with a musket in mind? Are you looking for reasons why you can't find a suitable one? Does it have to be so perfunctory and strange?

Resisting the urge to complain, Maryman said, "I'm really not a local."

"Oh? Look, I was right. Are you from the north?" Ai Luoke said as expected.

"Of course, in front of the Navestrians, they are all northerners." Maryman also made a joke.

"Hehe, you're right. Let me guess. Are you from Eton?" Alok sneered, touching his chin and guessing.

Eton State is the northernmost state of the Hutt Empire. Although the winter is very cold, it is rich in a special kind of alpine black tea and some bitter citrus.

"No, further north." Maryman shook her head and said.

"Further north? Any further north is as far as the Kingdom Alliance." Alok glanced at Mariman in surprise.

Maryman. This name is very special. If you read it in the language of the Hutt Empire, you can't hear the surname, but it's actually Ma Li. Alok thought about her name and said with some surprise:

"Are you from the Kingdom Alliance? I really didn't expect this."

There was a smile in Maryman's eyebrows, and she looked very proud of her country, and asked:

"That's right, Listanwell. Have you heard of it?"

"Listanwell, the city of miracles? Tsk tsk~" Alok sighed. "You and my father are from the same village. He used to be in Listanwell too."

There is probably no one who has better connections than this fellow countryman.

"Really? It's really an extraordinary heaven and an extraordinary hell." Maryman looked very emotional.

"Since it's heaven. Why did you come to this place? It's in a remote place." Ai Luoke continued to trap him.

"Hey~ It's not like I can't survive anymore." Maryman laughed. "Come live here. And Listanwell is too cold."

He looked around thoughtfully, and finally looked into the factory. The figures of those workers appeared in front of him again. Alok asked:

"Does this factory belong to you?"

Following Alok's gaze and looking outside, Maryman replied:

"That's right. I opened it with my friends. We are doing ethical business. Are you satisfied with the journey? What kind of business do you want to talk about?"

Maryman's words made all the good feelings in Alok's heart disappear in an instant.

Conscientious business? Che~ Looking at the child labor women outside, Alok sneered.

I thought she was being kidnapped to complete various heavy tasks. In that case, I could sympathize with her and maybe rescue her. But since it is our own factory~~~. Then we are not the same people as me.

A factory opened with a friend? That Sheriff Jason? Birds of a feather.

"No." Alok denied.

Hearing this, Maryman sounded a little impatient and asked:

"So, my fellow countryman's son? Why did you come to me? You're not here to meet relatives, are you?"

"No, of course not. We came here to ask if you have the alchemist's second-level secret spell." Elok said directly.

Obviously, none of the three people behind Alok expected that Alok would be so direct. Ello quietly tugged on the clothes behind Alok and glanced at his back secretly.

Noticing El's small movements, Alok smiled slightly, turned slightly sideways, and looked at El's gently pressing palms. He said that he should be patient and leave it to me.

Then, he turned around, continued to look at Maryman with a smile, and said nonsense:

"I heard that the academic atmosphere in Listanville is very open and inclusive. I wonder if Miss Maryman can teach me."

He subconsciously placed his right hand on his waist, leaned forward slightly, and his left hand drooped naturally.

"Of course. Listanville's extraordinary atmosphere is very good. It is quite open and inclusive. But we also use exchange as the main way of communication." Looking at Alok's right hand, Maryman raised his head and said calmly.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Alok asked with his hands on his chest.

"It's an equal exchange. Everyone exchanges knowledge with each other. You can't just listen without teaching." Maryman grinned.

Nodding with satisfaction, Alok echoed: "Well~ Indeed. It's not good to just be a beggar. Mutual exchange is the right way, and closed-door development can only lag behind others."

"Hahaha~ You are very interesting. Then are you ready for knowledge?" Maryman seemed to be amused by Alok's words and said with her mouth covered.

"Of course, of course. To show my sincerity, I will first tell you a piece of knowledge. See if this knowledge is enough for exchange." Alok showed that he cared about this transaction.

After thinking for a second, he ignored the small movements of Il and Rona behind him and said bluntly:

"After a superhuman dies, a will body crystal will be precipitated. It will even be mixed with a star body crystal. Do you know this?"

"Yes. This is something that all superhumans know. Then what?" Maryman looked very casual and nodded.

Seeing this, Alok also nodded in response, and continued in a calm tone:

"Well. Then do you know that if a historian uses the skill "Yesterday Reappearance" on the will body crystal of a superhuman after death, he can obtain the memory of the superhuman before his death? And if the object becomes a star body crystal, he can directly obtain the secret spell and corresponding skills."

"Ah? This~~~" Maryman looked at Alok's hand on his right waist, and then looked at his serious expression. With a somewhat stiff expression, he replied:

"I really don't know about this."

"Well, my father is a historian." Alok nodded again, his hands hanging naturally, and said nonchalantly: "This knowledge is enough."

"Of course, this knowledge is enough to exchange for the secret spell." Maryman hurriedly affirmed.

"This is very useful knowledge. It can help you save your life." Alok showed a pure smile.

"Indeed." Maryman's expression was a little stiff. "This is very valuable knowledge."

"So, what is the secret spell? Maryman. It's your turn."