The Secret Journey Begins with Becoming a Pirate

　　 Today is Wednesday again.

　　 Of course Elok knows how Il said to hand her extraordinary weapons. Just meet at the meeting point where you go to the party. There is no need to run to the house.

　　 Not afraid of the mess in the dilapidated room, Elok sat on the table in the middle of the room, waiting for Il’s arrival. During the boring waiting period, I also practiced the "energy transfer" skill by the way.

　　 As a three-color tabby cat quietly appeared in the room, Elok also stood up from the low table. Take out a short magic wand from his arms.

　　 The unpretentious wooden rod is carved with carvings representing the skills of the occultist. There were sparks of various colors around the wand. Falling from the head of the rod to the tail of the rod dissipated in mystery.

　　 "Wow, this is the occultist's wand? It looks very mysterious." Il turned into a human body and appeared in the room, looking at the wand exclaiming.

　　 "That's right. Its name is ‘Ill’s Legend Wand’. But it has only one active skill. The name is ‘Contact’." Elok said with a wave of his wand casually.

　　 "The role is to link extraordinary skills together. Or expand associations, let skills mutate, and produce even more bizarre characteristics."

　　 "I didn't see any effect. Is it particularly useful for witches?" Elok asked doubtfully.

　　 "Of course, you idiot can't see it." Ill grabbed the wand from Elok's hand, stroked the wand and said with an angry tone.

　　 "It can make the element affinity this skill produce a powerful mutation. Understand?" Yiel looked at Elok and said happily. "What I want is this skill."

　　 "Of course, this skill has other functions. I read in a book that it can be used on magic circles. It is used to connect spells." Il said with a wave of his magic wand.

　　 After waving a few times, Il looked very satisfied, showing a bright smile, and then carefully put the wand into the "witch's pocket". Then he took out Elok’s ‘hammer’ from his pocket, threw it at him with a look of disgust, and said:

　　 "Tattered for you."

"Hey~ you are crossing the river to demolish the bridge, unloading the mill to kill the donkey, thinking about changing things, loving the new and disgusting the old. Anyway, my hunter's hammer has given you a lot of power. How can you treat it like this?" Ailuoke was very dissatisfied with this. Yelled boldly.

　　 "Cut, your broken hammer is going to freeze to death. You gave me a bullet. You are too embarrassed to say. Stingy dead." Yiel pinched his waist and complained.

　　 "I believe you can take away an enemy with one bullet. What a stingy! I have 15 bullets in total. Now there are only 6 bullets left." Ailock argued with a little excitement.

　　 "I also said that you are not stingy. Remember so clearly. Why don't you give it to me." Il said fiercely.

　　 "You~~you~~"

　　 Elok was speechless when he was rebutted. Also, in the face of an unreasonable person, no amount of reason is useless. He sullenly stopped his arguing thoughts. He frowned and said angrily:

　　 "Forget it, you won. We should go to the party."

　　 Looking at Il, she held her head up like a winner. The already bright mood adds another color.

　　 The two came to the back door of the familiar tavern again through the disguise of Transfiguration Curse. After paying the entrance fee of 3 Kate and 60 pence, the two entered the room at the same time.

　　 Today's party was exceptionally deserted. Except for Il and Elok, only the undead scholar was present. Ill and Elok were surprised.

　　 I thought about the reason, probably because a major accident just happened at the port. The black skins are out too often. Everyone is not as disguised as Elok and Il can be unscrupulous. Therefore, it is normal for no one to show up at the party.

　　 After a long period of silence, Mr. Ruling said:

　　 "It seems that there is no one else today. Let's start. Do you have any needs?"

　　 "There is no second-level secret spell of the undead scholar." Yiel said coldly without waiting for the undead scholar to speak.

　　 "Haha, there is no witch's second-level secret spell." The undead scholar also laughed, and said jokingly.

　　 Elok did not speak. Originally, this time I was sending weapons to Il, so let's take a look at the inspiration and dissipatedness at the party. I don't have any needs by myself. To say that the demand is to go to Lona to make a few bullets.

　　 However, after a short silence, the undead scholar suddenly spoke.

　　 "I have a commission who wants to find Miss Witch. Fortunately, Miss Witch is here today, otherwise I really don't know where to find you."

Ok? There is another commission. Il is really welcome.

　　 "As long as you have money, it's okay. It would be better if there was a witch's second-level secret spell." Il said coldly.

　　 The undead scholar smiled gloomily, stood up, pointed to the small room over there, and said:

　　 "Let's go in and talk in detail."

　　 "Of course." Il said as expected. Then he got up from his seat and walked into the small room first.

　　 She still sits on the sofa she usually sits on, with her head lowered deeply, making people unable to see the happiness, anger, sorrow, and face. When the undead scholar closed the door, she still resisted curiosity for her disguise and did not speak.

　　 Seeing this, the undead scholar also sat down opposite to Il, leaning forward slightly, and said:

　　 "I don't know how Miss Witch has the skill of'beacon'."

　　 beacon? Il thought of it in confusion, but in order to pretend, she didn't repeat it aloud. Instead, he said naturally:

　　 "This is the foundation of a witch. It is the connection of various skills. Without a beacon, I cannot be called a witch. And, if I am not skilled, why should I rush to find the secret spell?"

　　 The undead scholar also looked a little embarrassed, and leaned forward again, saying:

　　 "Of course, I believe that Miss Witch is a professional. It's just that my commission requires proficiency in the skill of beacons. So check it again, just in case."

　　 Il did not speak, but the silence had already expressed his problem.

　　 Upon seeing this, the undead scholar said in detail:

"I want to complete a large magic circle. But I can't find a complete altar stone. So a witch needs to use a beacon to connect small pieces of altar stone to complete the connection. The magic circle formed in this way can barely be regarded as a complete piece. It is made of altar stone. It achieves the effect of a magic circle."

　　 Upon hearing this, Il was taken aback. With questions in a cold tone, he said:

　　 "Then you should find a occultist."

　　 "I can't think that Miss Witch's occult knowledge is so solid. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" The undead scholar first flattered, and then said with a sigh in his tone:

"Navister's occultist is too difficult to find. I can only retreat and find a witch to replace me. Please forgive me. Although what I said is not very pleasant. But it is a fact. Miss Witch also understands the'beacon'. Not the best choice."

　　 At this moment, there is a huge wave in Il's heart.

　　 Indeed, there are so few occultists in Navistre. And I just encountered such a thing when I killed a occultist. I'm afraid it's not hard to find, but I killed it. How else is it so coincidental?

　　 Has it been discovered that I am the murderer? Is this a temptation for me?

　　 Or is it just a coincidence?

　　 was silent for a while, and Il saw that the person opposite was still very calm, so he said:

"let me consider it."

　　 Then, she immediately sank into the will body and began to "phone" Elok. Asked:

　　 "Have you any progress on that case?"

　　 It didn't take long for Yi Er to receive a reply: "Black skin has been led by me. No progress."

　　 is not a police test. Why on earth? Il squinted slightly and considered.

　　 If that is to kill the baron named Edward, it really destroyed the construction plan of a large magic circle, and then was invited by coincidence to complete the unfinished part.

　　 seems to have only one explanation.

　　 That can only be counted as a coincidence among coincidences.

　　 No, I always feel that something is not right, something is missing.

　　 Her slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and her pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

　　 Il has forgotten a very important thing-Azeroth's revelation.