Led by the smiling merchant, Rod meets Pike in a filthy sea monster processing room - this guy is holding a sharp long knife to debone a huge sea monster that Rod doesn't recognize, but he can feel that this guy moves like a cow.

Hearing footsteps, Pike looked up.

Dirty vest, dirty gloves, dirty wide-brimmed hat and a pair of cold, vicious eyes under the brim, this is a fierce-looking guy - Rod notices that his skin is full of scars, and the wounds are all badly turned outward, extremely hideous.

This wound is not caused by a knife wound in the ordinary sense, but by a sharp blade with a barb.

In other words, the source of these wounds is not a fight with a man, but a fight with a fish – many deep-sea fish have barbed teeth.

"This is Pike, the most famous harpooner in all of Bilgewater." "There are very few harpooners in Bilgewater who have made a name for themselves, because they tend to die before that, but Pike did, so in a sense, he was a legend." ”

"Oh?" Rod narrowed his eyes slightly, "For example?" ”

"For example, the idiot who died in the tide of flames." Pike picked up the conversation, the harpooner's voice hoarse and deep, "I got that sea dragon fur coat of his. ”

An unexpected answer.

Rod thought that the harpoon player would play up his experience and brag about it, but what he didn't expect was that Pike came up with a very solid record.

"It seems...... I can probably see why you're alive this far. Rod touched his chin, "In Bilgewater, people who don't brag tend to have two hits. ”

"Hahahaha."

As if Rode's words were to his taste, Pike burst out laughing—though the laughter was full of pleasure, but his voice, which seemed like a nail cutting through glass, made the businessman shiver at the constant smile.

This laughter is inexplicably terrifying.

"You're a good talker, little white face." After laughing, Pike's small eyes fixed on Rod, "But the sea doesn't believe in rhetoric, and I don't like a guy who can only talk about it, if you want to pull me on the boat, then you have to prove yourself qualified." ”

"It's a two-way choice, it's very reasonable." Rod nodded slightly, "So...... That idiot in the skin of a sea dragon, I killed him. ”

The answer given by Rhodes was obviously beyond Pike's expectations - Lao Blow died in the tide of flames, and in the rumors, it was either the Queen of Doom or the priest of Naga who killed him, and the person in front of him was definitely not Sarah, so it should be the high priest?

Pike couldn't believe it.

Seeing the confusion in these little eyes, Rhodes snapped his fingers, and the next moment, the sea monster that was being dissected suddenly spontaneously combusted, and then in a few breaths, it turned into a foul-smelling mass of charcoal.

Pike instantly put away his pride.

It was Billgewater's axiom that Pike's pride in his skills was worthless in Rhodes' presence.

The smiling merchant was dumbfounded, as was customary for Rhodes and Pike to make a contract, they would need to pay the merchant another sum of money as a testimony to the contract, and if someone broke the contract, the merchant and his organization would punish the violator.

Now that Rhodes has revealed his identity, the merchant's money is obviously gone, and he knows with his feet that it is impossible for these two people to pay another witness fee!

Just as the merchant was sweating secretly, Rhodes glanced at him obliquely—the merchant shuddered, smiled formulaically again, left a "don't bother," and hurried away.

As if he was afraid that Rhodes would kill people, the merchant stumbled and even stepped into the sewage ditch, stained with the smell of sea monster entrails.

……………………

The eyesore leaves, and Rod finally gets down to business with Pike.

"I need someone to help me catch a joor — I need no less than fifty ounces of joor oil."

"Fifty ounces?" Although he had been prepared for a long time, Pike was still a little stunned after hearing fifty ounces, "That means dozens of choir fish, which is ......"

"Aren't there so many sorrels in the Sea of Conquest?"

"Of course not." Pike shook his head and replied, "There are some droilles in the deep sea, but they are all found in groups, and it is too difficult to hunt them in the deep sea. ”

"That's none of your business." Rhodes waved his hand, "Your task is to recruit reliable sailors, find schools of choir fish, and lure them up from the deep sea, and I'll take care of the rest—of course, you'll need to let me figure out the structure of the chower beforehand, after all, grilled fish don't have fish oil." ”

Thinking of the battle between Rhodes and Aloy in the Tide of Flames, Pike swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty - it was indeed his own overthinking, with Rhodes on the boat, the harpooner's most dangerous task was gone, and he didn't need to jump into the fish's mouth to kill from the inside, and on this trip, his task was probably to disassemble the carcass of the fish and refine the fish oil.

"So, as you wish." Pike took off his hat, revealing his scarred head, "Now on, you're the head." ”