"Sailor has recruited fifteen people. According to your requirements, they are all innocent people. Retired navy personnel are preferred. However, such people are too difficult to find, and the asking price will be higher."
With one hand on the command knife on his waist and the other stroking the long hair that had been changed in color by "Madness Ring", Helene leaned against the gangway at the bow and introduced Angel beside him.
"There is still more than half a month, so you don't have to worry. You can slowly find manpower, but the standards cannot be lowered," Angel emphasized. His eyes swept over the strong and steady-footed Sailor on the deck. "It's easy for good people to turn bad, but it's very difficult for bad people to turn good. If you recruit those who have been pirates, maybe they will recruit old friends on the second day they go to sea, and they will rob your ship."
Angel will teach Helene all the knowledge he heard from Aierlan, the captain of White Agate, and Fourth Mate Danitz of Golden Dream. The latter also did maritime business for several years before being captured by Tracy, and fully agrees with this.
"In addition, there are several Beyonders who have come to sign up. They are not very high-level Sequences and have quite a lot of experience. However, one person's asking price can be as much as seven or eight ordinary Sailors. Do we need to keep them?"
"Of course, if you plan to repay the money I invested in one year, just relying on these dozens of Sailors and a small boat to smuggle some goods will definitely not be enough. You may have to develop some new businesses, such as... robbing pirates. In that case, you alone, Beyonders, may not be enough."
Angel had no intention of letting Helene make money through smuggling. This business needed to bribe the local garrison of Bayam and manage channels between the two places. The profit was not large, but the risk was not low, and it would inevitably attract the covetousness of pirates. It would be better to focus on those pirates with bounties attached from the beginning, and make some extra money while trading goods.
Therefore, hiring Beyonder is a necessary option. With Helene alone, Angel does not want to wake up one day and get the news that her "Red Haired Woman" number has been robbed and Red-Haired Lady Helene has been kidnapped and sold to "Vice Admiral of Ailment".
After some discussion, the two decided to go back to Bayam to meet Dominic, who has been helping Helene recruit people these days, and ask him to find a few Beyonder who meet the requirements. "Sailor" Pathway is the best, and "warrior" or "Hunter" are also good. Although they are most likely related to Church of Storms and the military of various countries, and may even be the spies of these forces among the people, for Helene who does not intend to become pirates and rob ordinary ships, it is not necessarily a bad thing to absorb such people into the team.
If it can be mixed into a semi-official identity, the income and security will be guaranteed.
"That 'Provoker' said it was for your sake that he helped me recruit people, but he refused to say what you helped him. This made me very curious."
Sitting on the hired carriage, Helene looked at the street scene outside the window and suddenly said.
"Similar to your experience, he and Sonia met 'Demoness Sect' and became their targets. I only helped them a little while they escaped from the Loen Kingdom."
Angel replied calmly, looking out the window, and then quietly moved away - the carriage happened to pass by "Red Theater", which was Bayam, and even the largest brothel in the entire Rhoside Islands. Although there was no Door Opening during the day, there were still many guests who stayed here the night before and left dejectedly from the side door, making the street look very chaotic.
"Sonia is the 'Seer' next to him who looks underage? She secretly told me in private that she wanted to join my team for adventure, but I was afraid that something would happen to her, so I didn't dare to agree."
"She is indeed underage, and her parents died at the hands of 'Demoness Sect' when she was Enmat Harbor. Dominic is the only one who can take care of her. Now that she has finally gotten rid of everything, this girl should stay in school, not on your ship."
"Oh my God, you're not of age? Then, then Dominic and her..."
Helene's eyes widened in surprise, and his cheeks turned a little crimson.
Is this something you should be concerned about...Angel cursed and moved his gaze out the window again.
In the alley diagonally opposite Red Theater, a sneaky figure wearing a hood and cloak was pushing open the door of Herbal Shop, which had no signboard on the roadside. He looked around, ducked, and nimbly slipped into the crack of the door.
Herbal Shop opened near "Red Theater". I don't want to hang up a sign and patronize customers in a low-key manner. The products sold here are not what I thought... Angel suppressed his smile, closed the curtains, and talked to Helene as a person who has been through the ring, how to deal with the negative effects of the "Madness ring".
Pushing open the door of Herbal Shop, the hooded man immediately closed the door and looked inside the dim store.
There are many types of dried medicinal materials and growing herbs, including plants rich in Spirituality, which should be the genuine brand "Apothecary"...
He cast his eyes on the boss behind the counter, was stunned for a second, and then stepped forward.
The fat boss, who was wearing a black robe and whose black hair seemed to have been unkempt for several days, was writing something in a notebook with his head down. There were some regular numbers on it. There was an owl standing on his shoulder, and his bulging eyes were also staring at the contents of the notebook.
"Dispensing the medicine."
The hooded man's deep voice sounded, and everyone raised their heads at the same time to look at the customer.
After a brief observation, Fat Apothecary laughed.
"Friend, you just came from the opposite side. You played too crazy last night and you are beyond your capabilities?"
The man in front of him stopped moving for a moment and froze in place. The owl on Apothecary's shoulder gave a "croak" and flew up. However, because the ceiling of the room was too low, it almost hit it and fluttered its wings all over the room.
"How much does one cost?"
After a moment of silence, the man asked in a low voice without answering his question.
"There are the ordinary ones, which are more powerful and less tiring afterwards, and the ones with Mummy Powder, which are used by nobles like Backlund, Trier, and Feynapotter. Of course, the price is much more expensive..."
Apothecary looked up at himself in confusion and glanced at himself like a frightened bird... He looked back and quickly introduced his products.
"The kind of 'Apothecary', the real potion."
The hooded man emphasized, placing his left hand on the counter. The black leather gloves gave off a strange feeling, which made Fat Apothecary swallow his saliva and made him instantly understand what the other party meant: He knows that I am Beyonder!
"I understand, the best kind, but it costs five... no, four pounds a bottle."
He quickly gave in and showed a diplomatic attitude, but he was still so distressed that the flesh on his face wrinkled up when he made the quotation.
The man withdrew his left hand, reached into his cloak and groped around. Under Fat Apothecary's horrified eyes, he took out a wad of banknotes, counted out 20 pounds and slapped it on the counter.
Secretly relieved, Apothecary quickly put away the banknotes, took out five bottles of dark red potion from under the counter, and placed them on the table. The hooded man picked up each bottle, glanced at it briefly, and put it into his bag. He seemed to be very familiar with this potion and there was no need to identify the authenticity.
He should buy frequently, but I don't remember such a terrifying customer at all... Fat Apothecary watched the other party turn around and walk toward the door without saying a word, rolled his eyes, and said:
"Wait a minute," he shouted again when he saw that the other party didn't respond at all, "Wait! Are you Adventurer or... that one?"
He uses "that" to refer to anyone who is inconvenient to show his identity, such as pirates, such as Mandated Punishers of Bayam, these people are the service targets of his shop.
The hooded man paused for a moment.
"I have a commission, and the reward is a full 100 pounds. As long as you help me find someone, my teacher."
When talking about the price, Apothecary frowned in distress again.
"Not interested."
Bang, the door was pushed open and closed, and the sound of rejection came through the crack in the door.
"Oh, it's hard to find someone who looks better at fighting..." Apothecary sighed in disappointment and looked at the owl that was still fluttering on the ceiling. "Silly bird, come down here and don't break the window. It rains here every three days!"
"Darkwill, if I were you, I would pack my bags and run away right now. When you laughed at that man just now, he almost wanted to kill you."
The scurrying owl actually spoke human words, with a hint of fear in its tone.
"What? I just said a few words that I say to every customer. These are words that can make them pay happily." Fat Apothecary, who was called Darkwill and moved from Backlund to Bayam, exclaimed.
"You may be more suitable for 'Hunter' Potion, rather than 'Apothecary'. I heard that when Hunter opens his mouth, people want to beat them up." The owl finally stopped flying around, returned to Darkwill's shoulder, and said with a slap in the face.
"And you should be drunk with 'Seer' Potion, help me find the whereabouts of Old Man, so that we can leave here as soon as possible!"
He reached out to slap the bird on his shoulder, but the bird nimbly dodged it.
"No, if there is no news from Old Man this month, I will have to move. I have entrusted more than ten Adventurer, but none of them have come back..."
Bang——
The door was roughly pushed open again, and a thin figure walked in generously. He was wearing a half-high silk top hat and a long windbreaker. His brown eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were so oppressive that Darkwill, who was mumbling to himself, shut his mouth instantly.
"Hello, what do you need?"
Squeezing out a smile, Fat Apothecary rubbed his hands and asked.
"I heard that you have a missing person commission worth 100 pounds?"
"Quack——"
The owl jumped up from his shoulder again and rushed out of the store door that had not been closed.
Seeing the other party caressing the not-so-thick exposed left hand at the lower edge of the hat, Darkwill asked blankly:
"Who are you? How did you know I was looking for someone?"
"I just heard what the person who came to buy medicine said, and I am always willing to help others," Klein gently closed the door behind him and forced a smile, "Also, you can call me, Gehrman Sparrow."