"Lord Buster Jonson, congratulations on passing the test."
Gunie took out a bag of gold pounds again and placed it on the table.
This bag of gold pounds is obviously more than the previous 50 gold pounds. This is the 100 gold pounds in it.
"If you are willing, you can serve as the second deputy of our Demon Whale Adventure Group."
"And this 100 gold pounds is your reward this month, and you will have an income of 100 gold pounds every month."
"The income from ocean adventures is separate, and the adventure income from the position of second officer will be considerable."
When Gu Nie said this, many people in the corridor not far away were envious.
1,200 gold pounds a year is the lowest income.
It is possible that the income from one adventure may be more than the income of this year.
"If it were me, I would definitely agree on the spot." Someone muttered.
"It's a pity that you don't have the qualifications."
"Drink more and your dreams will come true."
Several people around burst into laughter.
"The second deputy position is very good." Buster Jonson nodded slightly.
"I am willing to join the Magic Whale Adventure Group."
As he spoke, Buster Jonson reached for the bag of one hundred gold pounds.
However, Gune stretched out his hand and held down the bag containing 100 gold pounds.
"Since you have agreed, let's sign the contract. After signing the contract, the 100 gold pounds and the position of second officer will be yours."
"Contract? What contract?"
Glancing across the table, Buster Jonson saw the high-level soul contract scroll that contained a powerful source of power.
"Damn, it's an advanced soul contract scroll. Why didn't anyone tell me about it just now?"
Buster Jonson's eyes twitched slightly.
Looking at Buster Jonson standing there, there was a smile on Guine's lips.
"Mr. Buster Jonson, ours is a regular adventure group, not a pirate merchant ship, let alone a pirate group gathered by gangsters."
"Signing a contract ensures that the crew fulfills their obligations and at the same time ensures the benefits of the crew. This is protected by the Imperial Constitution. And each item of the contract can be found in the corresponding clauses within the Imperial Constitution."
“Don’t you want your earnings to be protected?”
Guine asked softly.
This clause is a powerful source of effective benefits for those extraordinary sailors who are keen on adventure and have no abnormal thoughts. They will be happy to sign this high-level soul contract.
And for those vicious pirates who pretend to be extraordinary sailors with evil intentions.
That obviously put a yoke on them.
Once they maliciously attack their companions, they may even want to cooperate inside and outside to cooperate with the pirate plunder adventure group.
The powerful binding force of the soul contract will make them feel the pain of soul tearing.
This kind of soul contract of subjective will is still quite powerful.
After pondering for a moment, Buster Jonson laughed.
"I certainly want my earnings to be protected."
"You have to know that good captains like you are rare these days."
With that said, Buster Jonson signed the catalyst on the soul contract scroll, and also wrote his name - Buster Jonson.
"Now this gold pound?" Buster Jonson then looked at Gunet.
"It's yours now."
… …
In the afternoon.
Within a restaurant about fifty meters away from Heimron Tavern.
It can be said that Gunie was completely satisfied with this meal of "Sea Snake Barbeque Rice".
"This barbecue tastes really good. There won't be anything so delicious when we go to sea in the future."
"Perhaps I can buy more and pack them into the system space. When I take them out, they will still be hot and freshly baked."
The time in the system space is in a state of absolute time standstill when it is not opened.
What it looks like when you put it in is what it looks like when you take it out.
The only time that will cause a slight flow of time is the short period of time when the space is opened.
If the system space is opened frequently, the hot food placed in the space will slowly become cold over a long period of time.
Ordinary extraordinary storage equipment does not have such a powerful function as system space. The passage of time in these equipment is the same as that in the outside world.
Then, Gune looked at Martel who was already devouring his third portion of sea snake barbecue rice.
"Has this guy not eaten for half a month? Is he following me just to get some food?" Gu Nie thought for a moment.
While Guine was thinking about it, he saw Yassen Howell walking in not far away wearing a sailor jacket and sailor hat.
"This way." Gunie waved.
Yassen walked straight over.
"Have you eaten?"
"not yet."
"Then you order something to eat first, and then we can talk about things after eating." Gu Nie said.
Yasen has been busy with the Sea Demon Ship these days, so coming here at this time obviously has news.
There are too many people in this restaurant, so important matters are obviously not suitable to be discussed here.
"Um!"
"This is Mr. Arsene Howell, the first mate of our Demon Whale Adventure Group."
"This is my new crew member, Martel Cole."
"Hello, Mr. Arsene Howell." Martel said quickly after swallowing a large mouthful of food.
"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Martel Cole." Yassen responded with a gentle smile.
"How is the recruitment work?" Yasen then looked at Gune.
"Very good, there are already fifteen crew members and a second mate."
"Second officer?" Yasen's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, a very powerful mid-level fourth-order transcendent."
Yasen thought for a moment before looking at Gunie.
"Will..."
"Shh!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Gune gently made a hissing gesture, and then glanced at Martel.
At this time, Martel was devouring sea snake barbecue rice with his head buried in his stomach.
This young man is very good, but after all, the time with Gu Nie is very short, so it is better not to let him know many things.
"I know your worries, I have my own sense of proportion." Gu Nie said softly.
"That's good." Yasen nodded lightly.
He has seen Gu Nie's methods and thoughts before. If the other party is really a vicious pirate pretending to be a sailor, and wants to cooperate inside and outside to eat the Demon Whale Adventure Group, then he will probably die miserably.
Wait until Yassen has had lunch.
Martel has finished his sixth serving of sea snake barbecue rice.
The young lad has a prodigious appetite.
"Do you have the talent of gluttony?" Looking at Martel who was drinking the sweet soup after the meal, Gune asked the doubt in his heart.
"Uh... yes." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Martel's face.
For an ordinary transcendent, he did eat a bit too much. But this is already very restrained, and he is still only half full.
In his previous city, he was blacklisted by many buffets.
Only half a month after arriving at Harutov Port, he had already been blacklisted by more than five cafeterias.
"Are there any benefits to eating too much?" Gu Nie asked curiously.
"The fuller I eat, the stronger I will be. My talent is that being full for a long time can increase my upper limit of strength." Martel replied.
"It's a pity that my money bag can't sustain me for a long time. I..." Martel hesitated and lowered his voice, "I... can eat a lot."
Gunie raised her eyebrows slightly.
"A full stomach state...increases the upper limit of strength."
"It seems... I found a treasure!"
Then, Gune patted Martel on the shoulder.
"It is the duty and responsibility of a captain to keep his crew well fed."
"Martel Cole, as the captain, I order you to eat as much as you want and keep yourself full at all times. The meal will be paid for by me, the captain."
"Yes! Captain." Martel was stunned, and then nodded seriously, with a smile on his face.
He knew that his captain was very rich before, but he didn't expect that the captain would be so generous.
"This time, I followed the right captain." Martel thought to himself.
Others follow the risk and say that it is a polite way of saying that it is just a piece of cake.
And when Martel said that he could make a living, that was true.
Then Gunie waved to the waiter.
"Give me a membership card for your store. This is two hundred gold pounds. Rush in."
The female *** member was stunned.
For the price of a meal, two or three silver dragons are more than enough for three or five people.
It is enough for one person to eat half a silver dragon.
These two hundred gold pounds are equivalent to two thousand silver dragons, which may not be eaten in a year.
But since the customers had to recharge so much, they naturally had no objections.
Put the completed membership card into Martel's hand.
"In our Demon Whale Adventure Group, there is no reason to work hungry." Gunie said.
"Um!"
Martel nodded. Martel was serious about eating.
Immediately, Gune and Yassen walked towards the outside of the store.
Looking at the departing captain and first mate, Martel was stunned for a while, then he sniffed hard and poured the pot of sweet soup in front of him down his mouth without leaving a drop.
At the same time, a sentence that his grandmother often said to him when he was a child rang in Martel's mind.
"One day in the future, if someone is willing to take you and feed you, you must repay them well, because that person is a good person."