Adam walked up the steps.

The wide stone road continues to meander again, and the monsters that can be stuffed with packs can also run parallel to the two Amman trucks.

The dozens of men under his command, except for patrolling and disposing of their share, were sent to repair the streets, accompany the poor craftsmen who had been hired to restore the place to life as soon as possible.

【Lion Candle Street (within the jurisdiction, poverty)】

[Residents: 237]

[Public security: barely stable]

【Stores:3】

The strong man carrying the plank shirtless turned sideways, and the young man with the coarse linen in his mouth stopped knotting and nodded his head to Duheng to express his greetings and respect.

Duchen walked straight to the end of the alley, where there was a fountain square.

It had been abandoned for several years, and all the metal parts had been pried away, leaving only a circle of collapsed ruins.

Fortunately, the open space is large enough.

He was greeted by a mercenary under his command, dressed like a smuggler, with a turban and a one-sided brass pendant.

Adam entered through the fence that had been drawn for him.

[People with different minds are waiting for you, troops worth recruiting, small servants who can be commissioned, and strange people who are independent and outstanding. 】

It's worth renovating.

The tavern's followers trigger, as if it were some kind of unknown fate.

But the people who appear in the inner part of the jurisdiction, that is, gather in the square, are more or less directed at themselves, and are more pure.

【Abandoned Square LV1】

[As you and Lion Candle Street develop, it will become more and more lively. 】

The number of people provided by the square is larger, but the qualifications are mediocre.

Come to think of it, if the down-to-earth and experienced Laurie, as well as the proud and enterprising Sean, can be recruited in batches......

Gee.

Even if the group of people in front of you are replaced by blacksmiths, many development problems will be solved, and after all, you still have to take your time, not so easy.

Adam had barely appeared, and the discussion quickly subsided.

The crowd vacated the middle position and stood over two minions to test the water, which was considered to have set the stage for today's duel.

He casually swept around.

Nearly fifty places on the list means it's going to be a busy and fulfilling morning.

The spacious, cracked stone squares were filled with people eager for a future, shipwrights and butchers, mercenaries and bone collectors, thugs and debtors......

The audience is standing or leaning, most of them are rough in appearance, but there is no shortage of neat and tidy little guys, who purely come to join in the fun.

The first to be knocked to the ground were a few middle-aged drunkards, curled up and wailing for a long time, regretting their stupid decision.

Adam's warm-up was over, and the audience was in high spirits.

They even brought crispy grass husks, treating it like a black market boxing arena.

"Wonderful, this is great!"

【Troubadour】

A man leaned out from the roof, raising his arms and cheering.

In order to pursue an excellent vision, he did not hesitate to climb high, and knelt on the rotten signboard, and the clothes he wore were quite exquisite, but they showed an immodest taste.

He definitely didn't come to pay the money to join the gang, it should just be out of interest.

Adam couldn't help but glance at each other a few more times.

The peck spectators laughed and discussed, and also let go of their hands and feet to cheer, driving away the last sleepiness of last night, and making the fierce warriors even more boiling.

The rules of the square are rough, and sometimes scuffles break out.

By doing this, Adam can not only find out the level of the group of people under his hands, but also improve himself, as long as he has enough practice, the speed of progress will be quite terrifying.

[Charm rises, management rises, physical strength rises, hand-to-hand combat rises]

Halfway through, a young man stood in the middle of the stage, his face sallow and his skin shiny, presumably fresh from the deck.

Instead of taking it down quickly, Adam repeatedly dodged and observed.

The opponent's arm is wrapped in bandages, and there is a red crab shell in the fist part, and the thistle-like spikes on the edge are quite sharp and can spark when swinging.

"Secret art, or alchemy?"

Adam paused, smiled and lifted his chin.

"Phew, hoo, I lost sir."

He gasped profusely, sweat pooled and dripped down, and his only record was a hit on Duchen's forearm.

But it was all likelihood, he just wanted to test his power on purpose.

"This is what we found in the coastal tribes, the crab claws are called "Belt", they were sold as soon as they entered the port, and the shells were hidden by myself to play with."

"Oh, ocean-going expedition ships? Do you still want to go out? ”

"No, no, I don't want to be killed, I can't imagine it, even if all kinds of dangers are counted, those guys will even use the salt on the brim of their hats to mix vegetables!?"

The young man said, vomiting, his face full of disgust.

The audience was overwhelmed, they all grew up drinking the sea breeze, picking their teeth with fish bones, and sailing without bathing, which is a familiar situation in life.

"Very well, then don't get on the boat, come with me."

Adam was also satisfied, and accepted the challengers, including him.

At this moment, people with bruises or blood stains on their bodies can proudly report their names and then gain attention and respect.

There are a lot of people in the venue who have not been beaten, they are already self-aware, and after confirming the strength of the leader, they can solve the cumbersome share with peace of mind, and there is no need to get hurt.

But he also has a wolf's belly, and his heart is higher than that of a razorfish, and he doesn't approve of the outcome of hand-to-hand combat, so he takes out his weapon and puts on a posture.

Adam drew his sword in response, resisting and fighting back with the utmost seriousness.

This is very necessary!

Most of the waste water in the bay is mixed with the blood of evil, and unspeakable tricks and insidious weapons abound.

Poison-impregnated crank hooks, blood nail grooves and shark spine axes, tendon lassoes and cursed chanting.

The bow and crossbow are the most familiar objects for spearmen, while those who climb towers and reels are more knowledgeable about traps.

Adam is very serious, and occasionally gets scratched, but it is his opponent who is injured the most, and there is a difference between fighting and fighting, but they can confirm each other.

The group of ruthless people in the square have a bit of eyesight, and they can see his control over his emotions:

Not blindly angry, fighting bravely but not hysterical, and staying calm under the premise of a high level are the most precious talents of a leader.

"Well played, sir, I'm willing to serve you."

"You too, I've benefited a lot."

Adam pulls up the stumbling opponent.

He could feel the fire scars and rope calluses through his holster, a fierce master of swordsmanship who could cut neck bones on deck, from a three-sail expedition ship.

[You have gained the respect of the challenger, the morale of the team has increased, and the loyalty of the mercenaries has increased.] 】

[Team: 84]

"It's good, it's a little bit better."

The sun is warm, autumn is close to the time of early winter, and there is no such annoying heat.

The bay porters had just anchored, the sailors had returned from their voyages sleeping on crates, and the taverns and inns had welcomed new customers.

The slaughterhouse began to make noise and continued to squeeze the gold roughly.

Adam allotted the work to that group, and the more shares he digested, the more profit he could get, and the more genuine the smiles and compliments of the wolf cubs.

"Get moving, handsome boys, and get rid of those damn fish."

Before leaving, Adam looked into the distance.

The troubadour on the rooftop, chanting tongue-twisting classical hymns, watched the final school trick and walked away with a light and joyful dance tune.

No matter what fate holds them, they can find the point of grandeur and sing the praises with enthusiasm. 】

"Come with me, don't be reckless, the thick blood of the sea beast can even ignite, let alone corrode your wounds."

When he was done, the square was scattered.

The clearing was once again deserted, and even the notes on the map were temporarily dimmed.

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