The Secret Journey Begins with Becoming a Pirate

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"The ideal Sebastian:

I must first congratulate you on truly becoming an artist. Thank you also for your contribution to ‘Umbrella Workshop’.

Today is probably the last thing you want to do for this.

I don't want to fire a good employee, but maybe your job will change because of today.

You will continue to work with Roger for me until you want to quit.

At work, after taking action tonight, please follow Roger's instructions. But after the action, please don't just follow his instructions. "

"Here is the plan for tonight:

When the sun is completely set, "Sodariel's Wrath of the Stars" is played. I know it takes a while for the meteor to land, and this is the time I leave for myself. Waiting for the end of the song, please return this harp to Aliel as soon as possible. This is her mother's belongings.

Elok Fasma"

Sebas took a look at Roger, then folded the letter paper back into the envelope and kept it in his pocket.

"Did you finish?" Roger asked, watching Sebastian's movements.

"Unexpected." Sebas simply replied.

"You have to learn to understand the rules and subtext of Elok's words." Roger sipped his beer and said with tongue.

"Oh? I would like to hear the details. To be honest, I really think that Mr. Fasma is a bit too deep. I have never seen the whole picture of what he did." Saibas shook his head slightly. "But I trust him."

"In that case, you don't need to know, you just need to know that Elok is indeed good for you. Obey the command." Roger laughed.

"Life, it's rare to be confused."

To be honest, Sebas felt nervous again. He remembers the last time he was nervous because he faced Mr. Fasma's interview.

It's like a student who has hugged the Buddha's feet for two days and then drove the duck on the shelf to take the exam.

And you can't play it wrong, and you can't sing it wrong. If you make a mistake, you will have to face some dangers.

It is false to say not to be nervous.

During the two days in the Twilight Forest, he used Daniel's harp to practice the score. Although the score is not long, it is not difficult.

But using a non-dangerous instrument is completely different from this extraordinary instrument. This feeling of life hanging by a thread makes the palms sweaty.

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Elok sat in a restaurant on the pier and ordered a cup of afternoon tea leisurely. Although his brow stretched, the tea on the table did not move.

Sebas is responsible for playing the music, Il is responsible for placing the markers, and Roger is responsible for protecting Sebas.

What am i doing?

Do you think this is over?

A meteor fell on Delta, hitting the nest of anti-will, is this over?

Could this annihilate all anti-will? That would be too easy.

Besides, the most important thing is to take Il out and protect her from harm.

Often the aftermath is the top priority.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. The setting sun was slowly approaching the horizon. The agreed time is approaching, and Elok's heart is full of peace.

He patted the bear next to him and looked at him.

"Master, are you leaving?" Little Bear asked with a hint of childishness in his tone.

His black jewel-like pupils are exceptionally crystal clear and bright. He raised his head and looked into Elok's eyes.

Elok just smiled without answering.

Afterwards, he stood up from the dining table, carrying the storm of Karamey, step by step out of the restaurant called ‘Sunny’.

There was a little doubt in Little Bear's eyes. It looked at Elok's back, and then at the place where Elok was sitting.

When he looked at Elok again, his figure had disappeared from Cub's field of vision.

But it did not worry, did not make a sound, and did not cry. He just sat in place and waited quietly. It was like waiting for Elok to return home.

It does not understand human beings, it is just a doll.

Elok pressed the cocked hat on top of his head, held the cane in his hand, and walked towards the Levitt River Road.

The setting sun gradually sinks and approaches the horizon. Elok stood on the Levitt River Road and looked at the villa in the distance.

Most of the villas on this road are far apart, after all, the nobles need a certain amount of private space.

Of course, such an environment also prevents Elok’s plan from hurting more civilians.

However, this also caused trouble for Elok.

The open grass is not easy to approach the target. And so many astral spirits in the astral vision are difficult to sneak into.

He observed it back and forth, and found that the defense of anti-will here is quite strong.

This made it difficult for Il to escape before the meteor descended.

I remember there were not so many people when I came last time.

This should be the news that I let Il's spread work, or it may be because today is a banquet for anti-volunteers and drug dealers. The tight guards seem to be fine.

This is conducive to the greater role of meteors.

Sure enough, there are advantages and disadvantages.

There were a lot of carriages in the courtyard of that villa. It should be Kateman's gang. However, the Peugeot on the carriage is not exactly the same, but is divided into three types, which makes Elok not understand why. Could it be that Kateman also has three decorative carriages?

Kateman's gang had to fight against the will. It can't be like this, otherwise there will be no chance.

He slowly walked out from behind the big tree, coughed lightly, and used the reappearance of yesterday to change his clothes to become a male gentleman wearing a bowler hat and evening gown.

The face uses an elegant-looking man-Frank Palmer.

Then he swaggered towards the gate of No. 13 Levitt River Road.

He first nodded to the guard at the gate and said aloud:

"Sorry, it seems I am a little late. I hope I can catch up."

"The banquet hasn't started yet, please come in." The man who was half a guard and half a waiter replied.

"Thank you." Ailock responded politely.

The colorful astral spirit body in front of me is really dazzling, and I can't find the colorful one that belongs to Il.

Um~~~ It looks like I have to look for it, maybe upstairs.

Although it's impolite to casually wander around other people's homes, as a gentleman, finding the bathroom shouldn't be a problem.

Are you right, Frank.

The banquet hall was full of people, but most of them were not good words. Instead, they were divided into three factions and blamed each other.

The old acquaintance standing in the middle also quarreled endlessly with the three factions.

Ryan! !

The undead scholar with a sharp jaw.

Elok raised his eyebrows and was very upset with him. It was the Il he took away. Or would I be asked to come here to save Il?

He frowned slightly, but didn't want to do it now, but wanted to look for Il first. Solve him finally.

He went around in the hall on the first floor and looked around for many times to look for Il's trace, but he didn't get any results. The "visual pollution" around him was too serious, and it seriously affected Aylock's judgment.

He couldn't help frowning, then walked outside. I hope to observe from the outside again, maybe there is something unexpected.

"Alright. Time is up, the banquet officially begins~~~~~~" Elok heard Ryan's voice at the door.

He used his mental power to deliver this sentence, which appeared exceptionally clear.

Elok didn't look back, but looked at the setting sun in the distance, just falling into the horizon. The music sounded at the right time, and Ryan also started his speech on the small stage in the center of the hall.

He didn't care about these trivial things, but walked along the outer wall, looking for Il's astral body.

After turning around ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, I found nothing, which made Elok very upset. It must be something from the traitor profession that interfered with my astral vision. It's really hateful.

He frowned, then went to the hall again, ignored the speech, and sat down on a sofa without saying a word.

Then, with the help of the presentation on the table, he quietly took out a compass from his pocket.

With this compass, the memory of the world is used instead of personal memory.

Fortunately, Elok's drifting bottle has always kept that memory.

He took out the memory and cut off the fragment that belonged to Il and put it in the compass.

The compass began to spin frantically, and Elok smiled evilly and put it in his pocket.

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