"Are you sure you want to stay there?" Satoni felt that Senjerry's head must have been crushed by a door. How dare he try to recruit soldiers? The entire town of Shields had submitted to Colonel Monca's deterrence with resentment. How many people would be willing to join the Navy?
After receiving Senjerry's affirmative answer, Sartoni had some doubts in his heart, but he still thought that the other party had lost his mind. He nodded and promised Senjerry to continue to stay in the recruitment office, and happily agreed that the recruits would be trained by him. However, in the end, he still made a mental note that the 153rd branch of the Marine could only recruit up to 30 more recruits. This was the price that Veya's head was worth, although he didn't think that the recruitment office would be able to recruit 30 more recruits.
Senjerry clenched his fist slightly. After some bargaining, he directly received the remaining 28 blank and stamped recruitment forms from Lieutenant Colonel Satoni. Yarlin and Fick were already included in the 30 slots.
Senjerry solemnly put the forms into his arms, then turned around and left without hesitation. He really did not want to stay here for a second longer.
Sartoni reopened the box containing the human head. He touched the corpse with his fingertips, and the corners of his flat eyes drooped. His eyeballs stared at the closed door, flashing with a shrewd and calculating light.
"Where did a guy who has been rotting in the recruitment office get this head? Hmm, although the head smells a little rotten, it's still fresh. It shouldn't have been there for long …" Satoni knocked on the table. A Navy soldier came in from the door and ordered, "Secretly keep an eye on the recruitment office for me. Also, what are the names of the two new recruits that Lieutenant Senjerry recruited … In short, keep an eye on them. If you find anything strange, immediately report to me."
… … …..
During dinner, Yarlin told the father and son about his plan to join the Navy. Immediately, the father's face stiffened. The vigilance that had just been relaxed after two days of interaction was raised again. An inexplicable hostility floated on the table. The father looked at Yarlin with a hint of fear.
"Looks like it's time to move out."
In the past few days, Yarlin had also found several vacant houses for rent in the town. He planned to find one tomorrow and move out.
The next day, early in the morning, Yarlin packed up his things and went to a low building near the outskirts of the town. It was a small two-story building. The white paint on the outside had cracked and peeled off. The corridor was dim and musty and filled with the smell of dust. Yarlin took a fancy to this location. It was very close to the outskirts of the town, and probably because of this reason, the price of the small building was unusually low.
Of course, this almost emptied all the cash that Yarlin had.. and he could not find a channel to cash the gold and other items in the gunny sacks that the slave was carrying..
The seller was a middle-aged man of few words. Yarlin paid without hesitation. The two sides quickly signed a simple transaction agreement, exchanging money, keys and the property certificate of the house.
After the original owner left, Yarlin and Fick carefully checked the situation of the house. Except for the old wires, the rusty faucets, the crumbling walls and the dust in the house, everything was fine. There were a total of 10 rooms on the two-story building. There was nothing in them except for a few broken iron beds.
After throwing all the cleaning work to Fick, who had a bitter expression on his face. After all, an inferior slave was only suitable for demolishing houses. Cleaning was not part of the coding sequence of a "killing machine".
Yarlin left the house and walked all the way to the recruitment office.
Compared to the dispirited salted fish smell from the previous two visits, after a day, the entire recruitment office had become brighter. The floor of the house had obviously been mopped more than once. The cockroaches and spiders in the crevices of the walls had been forcibly evicted. Liquor bottles and rubbish had been cleared out. Although it was still a broken table and chair, it was clean and tidy.
It was worth mentioning that the bounty notices pasted on the wall had been torn off and were stacked into a pile at the corner of the table. Probably due to the lack of funds, the bounty exchange business was finally abandoned.
Gagou and Chisney each carried a paint bucket and were repainting the 'signboard' outside. It was a two meter long metal sign with a seagull background. The background should have been blue, but due to the corrosion of rust, it was now a deep black. The two of them could not save it. The only thing they could do was to paint the three rusty words' Recruitment Office 'white.
Yarlin found it interesting. He felt that the 'black' color was more appropriate for the current situation of Navy Branch 153. Besides, he personally preferred the deep black color to the empty white.
Senjerry was sitting on a chair. When he saw Yarlin walk in, his expression was naturally unpleasant. He pulled out a recruitment form from a drawer and slammed it on the table.
"He really passed!"
Yarlin reached out to take it but did not move. He looked up at Senjerry and thought to himself, "You're already putting on airs as an officer? Hehe ~"
Of course, Sheyan's expression was meek and modest enough. Senjerry already knew that this was a disguise of the recruit in front of him. He did not fall for it and warned, "Since you want to join the navy, I don't care what your purpose is, but I have a few words to say first …"
"Please go ahead, sir." Yarlin pricked up his ears to listen.
"First, all the recruits will be under my control in the future, so I am your direct superior. You must obey my orders. Second, I don't care how foul the atmosphere in Navy Branch 153 is now. I will not allow my recruits to be infected with their bad habits. If you have such thoughts, I advise you to cut them off as soon as possible. I will keep a close eye on you at all times. If I find any sign of danger from you, I will not hesitate to kick you out of the navy," Senjerry said to Yarlin righteously.
"You're thinking too much. You're my superior. I will naturally obey your orders," Yarlin met Senjerry's burning gaze and responded calmly.
Senjerry nodded slightly and opened his hand to let Yarlin take the recruitment form. Yarlin casually glanced at it, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He then asked in surprise, "Where's the other one?"
"He didn't come with you? Then when he comes to report, I will naturally give it to him, "Senjerry said coldly.
"Oh, there's a separate lecture?" This thought appeared in Yarlin's mind. He did not say anything else, but he was deep in thought.
Senjerry took out a stack of stamped blank forms from the drawer and asked Yarlin, "Now, we need to recruit 28 more recruits. Do you have any suggestions?"
"You want the horse to run, but you don't want the horse to eat grass. How can there be such a beautiful thing in this world!" Yarlin sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he spread his hands helplessly. "Sorry, sir. I don't have any ideas for the time being."
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