As the bartender began serving drinks to the pirates throughout the tavern.
Before long, Charles's table had drawn quite a few eyes.
Some were friendly, some hesitant, and some harbored other thoughts.
Others thanked Charles from afar.
The money had been well spent.
And the money spent on the bartender had been even more worthwhile.
Every time he served a table, he quietly told them who had paid for it.
The person the bartender had introduced had yet to arrive, but someone soon came knocking of his own accord.
Charles spoke with several people in succession.
For every pirate who came forward, Charles inspected him with his spiritual power.
Among the pirates were Tide Warriors, as well as apprentice Tide Warriors.
The first few were merely testing the waters and could not meet Charles's needs.
Soon, someone truly useful arrived.
The bartender personally brought him over.
Before bringing him over, the bartender first came to greet Charles. "Sir, I'm preparing to introduce you to a suitable pirate."
"He's a reliable fellow, a Tide Warrior. But because of an onboard brawl, he was driven off the ship."
Charles was immediately interested. "Bring him over and let me have a look. If he's suitable, there'll be plenty in it for you."
"Alright!"
The bartender nodded repeatedly, then brought over a Tide Warrior pirate.
The bartender said from the side, "Sir, this is Quake. He used to serve as second mate."
Charles looked at Quake. From his appearance, he seemed to be a man in his thirties.
But his actual age was certainly younger than he looked, perhaps by several years.
Men at sea endured wind and rain, fierce sea winds, and blazing sun. They generally looked older than they were.
His clothes were relatively neat, and he carried no weapon. Yet the