The docks were crowded with people, not to mention maintaining order, and it was difficult to squeeze forward, and it stands to reason that recruitment should be difficult.

However, the opposite is true, and recruitment barely begins.

It's not so much a recruitment as it is a show, a show through and through.

Andrew's view of how he thinks that what is in front of him is the favorite trick of those politicians - to gather a group of people, say something inflammatory, pretty, and spread like a plague, and then gather more people, and then say something deeper, and make them excited like monkeys in heat.

He was curious about how this farce would continue, could it be that he could really find a guy with real skills from 20,000 people?

"My lord, do you want to ......?"

"No, don't bother him."

The fat on Andrew's face shook and he pulled out a contemptuous smile.

A minute earlier, he had spoken again with David Jones to seal the deal.

Now that the deal has been finalized, the more powerful Mu Yan is, the louder the limelight is, the better it will be for the Storm's Fang. First, it was to build momentum for the Stormfang, and secondly, the higher the hand, the worse the fall, I believe the mage's expression must have been very interesting at that time......

But on the other hand, he also began to be secretly wary of David Jones.

This guy won't be stunned when he faces a powerful and mysterious mage......

……

"Boss,"

The sailors closest to Mu Yan have changed their names.

"How are you going to recruit? Is there an age requirement? ”

He said this to the hearts of most people.

Mu Yan smiled: "Good question! I know many of you know you won't be able to get on the Jackdaw, and now you have only one thought: 'I'm going to see how this rich fool ends up and drains his rum by the way,' right? ”

There was a burst of laughter from below, and many people whistled as if they were coaxing.

"Well, please—I mean, if you can drink me to bankruptcy, I respect you as a man, and personally invite you aboard the ship."

After a slight pause, he continued: "Of course, we shouldn't talk so much nonsense, but I'm here to make sure that a few young and good sailors are there.

"Mr. Gibbs? Shami Gibbs? He suddenly called out a name.

"Shami!"

"Red Turban!"

The nearest sailor began to shout the name, like a ripple, singing and swinging into the distance.

"Shami!"

"Lord Gibbs!"

"I'm here! Over here! ”

A red-nosed man who looks to be in his thirties is waving a red turban,

"Hey! I'm here! Let go, please let go, I'm the only Gibbs here, and the boss is definitely me! ”

He used his strength to squeeze in front of Mu Yan, and he was so excited that he was at a loss, and finally gave a military salute.

Mu Yan looked at this guy and was a little embarrassed for a while.

In the 17th year of the evening, when the Tyumensan Club's sea beast-class ship "Fujiwara Tofu (Home Use)" arrived in Nanami, it was this NPC who was the first mate at the time. He was fifty-five years old at the time, and he still wore this red turban wrapped in gray and white hair, more than twice as mature as he is now.

In the game, the captain is played by the player, but most of the NPCs on the ship come from recruitment, and the process is no different from the real recruitment, except that the player as a recruiter has a list interface that will appear in a simulation management game, showing the strength of the crew in all aspects, experience, and so on.

Shahmy Gibbs was once a member of the Eye of the Storm, kicked out of the army for drunkenly beating his superiors, and has since become a sailor, he is a warm, friendly man, now Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old, in fact twenty-five years old, and has already gained considerable prestige and contacts among sailors, most of whom he has just shouted about are his friends, or have received favors from him.

"Mr. Gibbs, I've heard of you, would you be interested in getting on board?" Mu Yan asked.

"It's a pleasure! Boss! ”

Gibbs stretched out his hand in ecstasy, and finally stood behind Mu Yan, bathed in the envious gaze of everyone.

No one questioned him because of jealousy, it was the best recognition of him.

Mu Yan raised his head and sensed the more than 20,000 people present.

He is not a machine, and he can't match the names of the NPCs that are comparable to SSRs in his memory with his appearance more than ten years ago, so he can only choose based on general impressions.

"William Turner! Is William Turner there? ”

"Old Turner's son!"

"Hey, where's our 'prince'?"

"William!"

The voice came again, this time a young man squeezed in with a scabbard brandished. He was handsome, with the shadow of Orlando Bloom, thick chestnut curls wrapped in a turban, azure eyes, and light brown skin as smooth as satin, a standard Turing man's look, but he looked nothing like a sailor in the wind and sun.

The reason why Mu Yan remembers this guy is because he is a well-known master of broadside combat in NPCs, and now it should be in the year of fighting, even on land, there is at least a level of 30, if it is really a broadside battle, I am afraid that it will be at least 10 levels.

He held out his hand.

"You're interested—"

"It's my pleasure, boss!"

The young man shook his hand excitedly.

Mu Yan couldn't help but wonder, he still underestimated how tempting the conditions he offered.

shouted two well-known guys among the free sailors in a row, and the eyes of some really capable people below became brighter and brighter, and they guessed that the person in front of them should have done a thorough investigation beforehand, otherwise they would not be so precise and skilled, and they looked forward to their names being called for a while.

After all, this is completely different from self-recommendation!

However, in fact, it was the opposite, Mu Yan planned to call ten people to stop, and he didn't know any of those old sailors with shining eyes......

The wave of NPC recruitment was only after the rich second generation went to sea, and it was then that players paid attention to the role of NPCs. So the names he remembered were all excellent sailors in their teens and twenties, and they were generally around forty years old—that is, hairy boys who were only in their early twenties now.

At present, most of these old sailors in their forties will not survive to that time, and they will either die of undead natural disasters, or die of natural old age, or die in the belly of a fish.

Just as Mu Yan was about to call out the third name, someone suddenly popped up.

"Sir, do you think I'm suitable?"

The person who came was wearing a headscarf, and Mu Yan didn't recognize it for a while, but as soon as this guy spoke, he was dumbfounded.

"Rorschach ......?" He swallowed the word regiment commander alive.

He was sure that this was Rorschach, and that there was an extra scar on his face that ran through his left cheek, not deep, and that it looked like it was scratched, not a knife wound......

"It's Rorschach Prussia, boss."

The former head of the regiment raised his head with a resolute gaze.

"I'm good at broadside combat, do you want to test it out?"

Although he said it to Mu Yan, he looked at William Turner behind him.

Mu Yan understood what he meant, it seemed that he didn't want to expose the acquaintance between the two, but wanted to prove his strength in this way.

"Good. I believe you, the competition will be put later, if you are defeated by William by then, I think you should know the consequences. ”

"No problem."

Rorschach also stood behind him.