"Almost."

Mu Yan walked past Ma Lin and threw a sentence lightly.

"Director Andrew asked you to recruit someone for me, I didn't let you offend someone for me, go find him to change jobs, I'm in charge here."

Ma Lin was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, when he saw that Mu Yan was about to sit in his seat, he reached out and pulled his shoulder.

"Hey, boy, my name is Marlin Jones, who do you think you're dictating?"

Just as his hand was about to touch his shoulder, a cyclone suddenly bloomed, and with a bang, Marin was flying five or six meters high by the cyclone, falling to the ground in a perfect parabola, rolling three times before stopping the momentum.

Listen to this sound to know that the fall is not light.

The guards originally planned to step forward to hold Mu Yan, but when they saw this scene, they all subconsciously knelt down on one knee.

They have a lot more eyes than Marin, and this is obviously a mage in front of them......

And judging from what he said, knowing Director Andrew, this is not something they can offend.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if he is a liar, he is still a mage...... No matter where they are, mages are a privileged people.

"Big, sir......"

"Don't call me sir, take this barrel of coconut milk away and exchange it for ten barrels of rum, buy Nelson's and let him not mix it with water."

A gold coin landed in front of the two of them, and they spun around.

"Yes, sir."

The two no longer had any doubts about Mu Yan's identity.

Nelson's rum is the best and strongest in Esola Bay, with the only flaw being that it is too badly mixed with water. One gold coin can buy fifteen barrels, but if you emphasize "not mixing water", you can only buy ten barrels. Is there any other possibility for such a knowledgeable mage than to come and buy a boat? You can't be here to buy fish, right......

"By the way, carry that guy away." Mu Yan added: "For the sake of his noble surname, tell Director Andrew that the medical expenses are included in the final payment of that ship." ”

"Yes, sir!"

The guards walked away, and Mu Yan sat on his seat, looking at the sailors with different looks.

It seemed that they were all frightened by the name of mage, and the scene of the trapeze just now was also quite shocking.

"I have a habit ......," Mu Yan cleared his throat, "I have to give a glass of rum to a sailor when dealing with him, if it's the kind of soft egg that can be flipped over with a glass of wine, hehe, I suspect his feet haven't touched the sea." ”

The crowd burst into laughter, and the solemn atmosphere was broken all at once.

It is almost an axiom that sailors are almost always drunkards, and that the older they are, the more alcoholic they are.

The reason is also simple, we all know that water is the source of life, but on board, wine is.

Most long-distance voyages take several months, but in these years, with the technical means of ordinary people in Luokan, fresh water will become stinky after being stored for a month, and it will also grow algae, change color, and it is difficult to eat. Rum, on the other hand, has a shelf life of one to three years, or even longer, depending on the brewing method and purity.

So on board, wine became the source of life.

In the first month of the ship's sailing, most of the crew took advantage of the smell of the water to drink with wine, and when the fresh water stinked, they mixed it with water, and then only wine remained. Moreover, the latter can also replenish sugar, disinfect in wartime, and clean wounds, which is far more useful than fresh water, so sailors are forced to become drunkards, not to mention that some of them actively embrace this life.

Mu Yan's words basically relieved the sailors - at least there was a knowledgeable guy, and he was also a mysterious and powerful mage, no matter what, it was better than the waste just now.

Sam also got up from the ground and returned to the head of the team.

"Adult ......"

"Just call me sir,"

"Sir, I heard you just say that you are going to have a ship?" Sam asked excitedly.

As soon as these words came out, the sailors cocked their ears and breathed heavily.

Sound...... This mage is about to have a new ship?

That's a new ship!

There are more than 600,000 migrants in Esola Bay, of whom at least 200,000 are sailors, but four-fifths, or 160,000, of these sailors are "free sailors".

Most of the crews of large caravans have been passed down from generation to generation, and they are all fixed crews, and they are generally not recruited, after all, free sailors are uneven, and there are many bad ones. Even if there is occasional demand, the gap is small, and most of them are in charge of communication - that is, errands, carpenters and other handymen.

Only small caravans were recruited for freelancers, who could not afford long-term wages and could not afford idlers when they did not have a job, so they had to recruit dozens of people on a temporary basis every time they went to sea.

In the bay, the most frequent activities are precisely the small caravans, they are like industrious bees, moving all the time. As a result, the movement of sailors was frequent, and it was not uncommon for them to change positions, and in order to make a living, most of these people were generalists and familiar with the work on ships...... But that doesn't mean sailors like this life.

Who doesn't want to be able to board a big ship and hold an iron rice bowl from now on, without worrying about food and clothing? Freedom sounds like a good word, but when you can't even eat, you still need the freedom of a ghost!

Listen to the mage, he bought a ship from Captain Andrew of the Stormfang...... Mia is on top, it's a ship from the Stormfangs!

Such a ship sails with at least nearly 100 people at a time, and hundreds more, so naturally it is impossible to recruit them temporarily every time, so it is not troublesome to die! So there will definitely be a permanent position.

What's more, for large ships, even on days when they are in port, they need to be maintained and watched, not to mention that there is no one.

So, every time a new ship enters the sea, the freelancers will squeeze their heads, and now there is a great opportunity in front of them! How can you not be excited?

Mu Yan seemed to see a group of red-eyed bulls, and before the wine arrived, they were already excited.

"It's okay, I'll ask in advance." He gently fiddled with the cup Marlin had left behind, his gaze swept over every pair of eyes in front of him, and slowly revealed a startling truth.

"I bought a big ship of the 'Sea Beast' class......"

"Shhhh

“Sarrua-Boncci！”

"Oh my God......"

There was a sound of inhalation.

It was a cool breath, but it made the chest hot and the blood boiled.

The four levels of sea beast, walrus, Hague, and conch, from large to small, are the specifications only available to the Turing military.

In other words, ships that can be labeled with this label can serve directly in the eye of the storm, and the Sea Beast class is the flagship of the main fleet!

With such a ship, the gold coins spent can be piled up into a mountain!

It can carry nearly 5,000 warriors, and it needs at least 300 people to operate properly, of which 20 people in charge of the power furnace must also be professionals, and they must also know some magic-related knowledge......

Even Turing had built only two Seabeast-class ships in the last fifty years, and many of them had never even seen them launched.

That should be spectacular......

"Don't get excited, guys." Mu Yan had to pour a basin of cold water in time: "To be able to board this ship, naturally it will not be without requirements, you can think about whether you are 'worthy or not'." Not to mention, the crew cooperates with each other, the scheduling work, the helmsman, and the deck, which are all different from those small boats...... I don't have the idea of training people for free, you have to have at least some experience serving on a Hague-class ship.

"Of course, you can also be a sailor in charge of combat, and I welcome that too. However, the enemy we are facing this time is not just the Blue-Cheeked Fishmen......"

As he said this, he looked at Sam, who bit his lip, barely squeezed out a smile, and squeezed through the crowd to leave.