"Your Excellency Buster Jonson, congratulations on passing the test."
Gounières once again took out a bag of gold pounds and placed it on the table.
This bag of gold pounds was clearly more than the previous 50 gold pounds. This bag contained 100 gold pounds.
"If you are willing, you can take on the position of second vice of our Devilwhale Adventurer Group."
"And this 100 gold pounds is your salary for this month. Every month, you will have an income of 100 gold pounds."
"The income from ocean adventures will be calculated separately. Moreover, the income from the position of second vice will be considerable."
When Gounières said this, many people in the nearby corridor were envious.
1200 gold pounds a year was the lowest income.
It was possible that the income from one adventure could be more than the annual income.
"If it were me, I would definitely agree on the spot." Someone muttered.
"Unfortunately, you don't have the qualifications."
"Drink more. It will come true in your dreams."
The surrounding people roared with laughter.
"The position of second vice is very good." Buster Jonson nodded slightly.
"I am willing to join the Devilwhale Adventurer Group."
As he said this, Buster Jonson reached out for the bag of 100 gold pounds.
However, Gu Nie had already reached out his hand and pressed down on the money pouch containing a hundred pounds.
"Since you have agreed, then let's sign the contract. After signing the contract, the 100 gold pounds and the position of second vice will belong to you."
"Contract? What contract? "
Sweeping his gaze across the table, Buster Jonson saw a high-grade soul contract scroll that contained a powerful aura of origin energy.
"Damn, it's a high-grade soul contract scroll. Why didn't anyone tell me just now."
The corner of Buster Jonson's eyes twitched slightly.
Looking at Buster Jonson who stood in place, Gounières's mouth held a trace of a smile.
"Mr. Buster Jonson, we are a proper adventurer group, not a pirate merchant ship, nor a pirate group where bandits gather."
"Signing a contract to ensure that the crew fulfills their obligations and at the same time to ensure the crew's benefits is protected by the Empire's Constitution. And the contents of the contract can be found in the Empire's Constitution. "
"Don't you want your benefits to be protected?"
Gounières asked softly.
To those adventurous Extraordinary sailors who didn't have any abnormal thoughts, this was an effective and powerful advantage. They would be very willing to sign this high-grade soul contract.
As for those vicious pirates who pretended to be extraordinary sailors with crooked thoughts, they would be able to escape unscathed.
That was obviously a shackle on them.
If they maliciously attacked their companions, or even wanted to cooperate with the pirates to rob the adventurer team, they would be killed.
The powerful binding power of the soul contract would make them feel the pain of their souls being torn apart.
This kind of subjective willpower soul contract was quite powerful.
After pondering for a moment, Buster Johnson laughed.
"Of course I want my profits to be protected."
"You must know that a good captain like you is very rare nowadays."
As he spoke, Buster Jonson signed the soul contract with a catalyst and wrote his name — Buster Jonson.
"Now, this gold pound?" Buster Johnson looked at Gounières.
"It's yours now."
…
In the afternoon.
In a restaurant about fifty meters away from the Heimron Tavern.
Gounières was very satisfied with the "Sea Snake Barbecue Rice".
"This barbecue tastes really good. There won't be such delicious food at sea in the future."
"Maybe I can buy more and pack it up. When I take it out, it'll still be hot and fresh."
The time in the system space was in a state of absolute stillness when it wasn't opened.
The way it was when it was opened and taken out was how it was when it was put in.
The only time that would cause a slight change in the flow of time was when the space was opened.
If he opened the System Space frequently, the hot food would slowly become cold after a long period of time.
Ordinary extraordinary storage equipment didn't have such a powerful function as the system space. The time flow in the equipment was the same as the outside world.
Then, Gounières looked at Martel, who was wolfing down his third serving of Sea Snake Barbecue Rice.
"Has this guy not eaten for half a month? Don't tell me you're following me just to freeload off me! "Gu Nie said after some thought.
While Gurney was thinking, he saw Yassen Howell, who was wearing a sailor jacket and a sailor hat, walk in.
"Over here." Gounières waved his hand.
Yassen walked over.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Then order something to eat first. We'll talk after you eat," Gounières said.
Yassen had been busy with the Demon Sea Ship for the past few days, so he must have received some news.
There were too many people in the restaurant, so it wasn't suitable to discuss important matters here.
"Yes!"
"This is the first mate of the Demon Whale Adventurer Team, Mr. Yassen Howell."
"This is my newly recruited crew member, Martel Cole."
"Hello, Mr. Yassen Howell," Martel quickly said after swallowing a big mouthful of food.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Martel Cole," Yassen replied with a smile.
"How's the recruitment going?" Yassen looked at Gounières and asked.
"Not bad. We already have 15 crew members and a second mate."
"Second mate?" Yassen's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, a powerful mid-Fourth Order Transcendent."
Yassen thought for a moment before looking at Gounières.
"Could it be …"
"Shh!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Gu Nie gently made a shushing gesture and then glanced at Martel.
Martel was currently wolfing down the Sea Snake Barbecued Rice.
This young man was not bad, but he had only been with Gounières for a short time, so it was better not to let him know.
"I know you're worried. I know what I'm doing," Gounières said softly.
"That's good." Yassen nodded.
He had seen Gounières's methods and thoughts. If Gounières was really a vicious pirate pretending to be a sailor and wanted to take down the Demon Whale Adventurer Team, he would die miserably.
After Yassen finished his lunch.
Martel had already eaten his sixth Sea Snake Barbecued Rice.
This young man's appetite was astonishing.
"Do you have a gluttonous talent?" Looking at Martel, who was drinking the sweet soup after dinner, Gunie asked the question in his heart.
"Uh … yes." Martel's expression showed a hint of awkwardness.
For an ordinary supernatural being, he had indeed eaten too much. But this was already very restrained. He was only half full.
In his previous city, he was blacklisted by many buffet restaurants.
He had only been at Harutev Port for half a month, but he was already blacklisted by more than five buffet restaurants.
"Is there any benefit to eating too much?" Gounières asked curiously.
"The more I eat, the more strength I have. My talent can increase my strength limit if I'm in a satiated state for a long time," Martel replied.
"Unfortunately, my wallet can't support me for a long time. I …" Martel lowered his voice and muttered, "I … can eat a lot."
Gounières raised his eyebrows.
"Satiated state … increases your strength limit."
"Seems like … I found a treasure!"
Gounières then patted Martel's shoulder.
"It's the duty and responsibility of a captain to feed his crew."
"Martel Cole, as the captain, I order you to eat to your heart's content. Keep yourself in a satiated state at all times, and I'll pay for your meals."
"Yes, captain!" Martel paused for a moment and then nodded seriously with a smile on his face.
He knew that his captain was rich, but he didn't expect him to be so generous.
'I've followed the right captain this time,' Martel thought to himself.
It was polite for others to say that they were taking risks to make a living.
Martel wasn't lying when he said he was taking risks to make a living.
Gounières then beckoned to the waitress.
"Help me get a membership card for your shop. Here's two hundred gold pounds. Charge it all in."
The waitress was stunned.
Two to three silver royals were more than enough for a meal for three to five people.
Half a silver royal was enough for one person.
Two hundred gold pounds was equivalent to two thousand silver royals. They might not be able to finish it in a year.
But since the customer wanted to top up so much, they didn't have any objections.
They stuffed the membership card into Martel's hand.
"In our Magical Whale Adventurer Team, there's no reason to work on an empty stomach," Gounières said.
"Okay!"
Martel nodded. He was serious when it came to eating.
Gounières and Yassen then walked out of the restaurant.
Martel stared blankly at the departing Captain and First Mate for a long time. Then he sniffed hard and gulped down the bowl of sweet soup in front of him, not leaving a single drop behind.
At the same time, Martel's mind was filled with the words that his grandmother often whispered to him when he was young.
"In the future, if someone is willing to take you along and feed you well, you have to repay that person, because that person is a good person."
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