Talent Recruitment

Inside the inn where the Lichman Adventurer Group was staying, Quiller Foster was pestering the group members, insisting they grant his request.

"I've always dreamed of becoming an adventurer since I was a child. The world is so big, I want to see it."

"And then you got kidnapped into a den of thieves."

The leader, Meilu, said with a helpless expression. She was truly defeated by this young master. Instead of enjoying his comfortable life, he insisted on enduring hardship. Ever since he learned of their adventurer group's reputation, this young master had changed his attitude, completely different from his previous narcissism.

Quiller persisted, his eyes sparkling, "I've heard of the legendary experiences of the Lichman Adventurer Group. Leader Meilu, what do you think of my proposal yesterday? Let me join you, okay? I'll cover all the expenses of our adventurer group from now on, and I won't take a single share of the rewards."

After the words "Leader Meilu," the temperature in the room plummeted. Only Quiller seemed oblivious, still looking at Meilu with sparkling eyes.

Seeing that a tragedy was about to occur, Dean immediately stepped between them, "Young Master Foster, the life of an adventurer isn't as wonderful as you imagine. Sleeping in the open, encountering bandits and villains, poisonous snakes and fierce beasts, these are all common occurrences."

Young Master Foster became even more enthusiastic. He clenched his fist and waved it forcefully, "That's the life of an adventurer! So exciting."

"Uh... actually, it's mostly not exciting. Most of it is finding lost kittens and puppies, very boring stuff." Dean had to change his approach to dispel his enthusiasm.

Then a hand landed on his shoulder, and a wave of murderous intent came from behind, "Dean! Disobedient kittens and puppies need to be taught a lesson! Otherwise, they'll run around again next time!"

Dean turned his head and whispered, "Hey, are you crazy? He's a noble, and the son of a marquis with real power."

"Oh-hehehehe! Have you forgotten the second task Marquis Foster gave us before we left? To discipline his son properly. I suddenly remembered it." The female leader's knuckles cracked.

"Huh? What are you whispering about? Are you discussing my joining the group?" Young Master Quiller was completely unaware of the impending danger, looking at them with anticipation.

"Excuse me, Earl Lord Greiman invites Quist Baronet to be a guest."

Just as Dean gave up trying and secretly prayed for Quiller, a knock on the door sounded, and a servant outside delivered this message.

"Hmph! Consider him lucky." Meilu pouted, looking unwilling. Since this guy had become a guest of the local lord, beating him into a pig's head would be too disrespectful to the lord.

Quiller, completely unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death, chuckled, "Sorry, everyone, I'll go to Lord Greiman's place. We'll discuss joining the group when I get back. Any conditions are negotiable, think about it carefully."

After saying that, he opened the door and followed the envoy sent by the lord.

Quiller Foster was invited to the shipyard by Paul, "My dear friend!" He gave Paul a warm bear hug. He was genuinely grateful to this young Earl, after all, he was the one who truly saved him from the pirates.

"Baronet Foster..."

Quiller immediately put on a dissatisfied expression, "Too formal, just call me Quiller from now on."

"In that case, you can just call me Paul, my friend."

Paul returned the favor. Although the other party didn't have an official title yet, his father was a marquis, and a powerful figure in the Horn Bay Alliance Council.

Quiller was indeed very happy, smiling and asking, "So, Paul, my friend, what's the matter with inviting me to your shipyard? Of course, I'm very happy to be invited by a friend."

"Quiller, what are your plans for the near future? Schedule-wise."

"Oh, I've already sent a message home through someone, I plan to stay here for ten days or half a month to see the Northern Lands scenery. Being stuck in the pirate's den really suffocated me. After that, I plan to go home. It wouldn't be good to keep my family worried for too long."

Paul spread his hands, "Welcome, I hope you can treat this place like home. However, I hope you can do me a small favor after you go home."

The young master immediately patted his chest loudly, "Just say it, I, Quiller Foster, have always been willing to go through thick and thin for friends, especially since you're my savior."

Slightly surprised that the current Quiller didn't have any aristocratic airs, Paul continued, "What do you think of my shipyard? How does it compare to those large shipyards in your south?"

"Well... hehe!" Quiller scratched his head with a smile, hesitating slightly, "A little bit worse, maybe."

Paul knew that the other party was saving face for him. This "little bit" was probably a little bit of distance between heaven and earth.

"I have some goods that I want to sell to your south, but I lack ships that can sail long distances. Nowadays, it's a bit difficult for galleys to travel too far. Can you help me recruit a batch of shipbuilders after you go back?"

Quiller nodded, "No problem, just tell me how many people you need. I'll try my best to meet your needs in terms of quantity, but I can't guarantee the quality. Those skilled shipbuilders are treated very well in our place, and employers won't let them go easily."

"No problem, as long as they have shipbuilding experience."

Paul suddenly thought of something and added, "Actually, it's not just shipbuilders, I need anyone with a skill here, especially those who can read and write and do arithmetic. I'll give you a list later, please try your best to recruit them for me. I'll reimburse the travel expenses."

Although somewhat strange, Quiller still agreed to Paul's request, and then he was led to two new-type sailing ship models.

"Hmm! These two ships are indeed unique." Quiller stroked his chin, carefully examining the models in front of him.

Paul asked, "Do you think it's possible to build such ships with the current technology?"

Quiller replied, "I don't know much about shipbuilding, but the craftsmen in the south have tried all sorts of strange things that can float in the sea."

Paul was immediately intrigued, "Oh? Like what?"

"Like big tanks that can dive into the sea, or perpetual motion machines for ships. It seems someone has tried to build a strange ship like yours, but most of them are failures or have no practical value. You know, there are always some idiots who think they are geniuses, dreaming of getting rich overnight with a ridiculous idea that popped up after getting drunk one day. Uh... sorry, I wasn't talking about you."

Quiller suddenly realized that the maker of these two strange ship models in front of him might be his little brother, and he stopped speaking awkwardly.

"Haha! There really are all kinds of people in this world! Send them all to me." The young Earl not only didn't mind, but laughed very happily.

Thanks to "Starry Sky King" and "QB" for the recommendation tickets.

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