"What are you counting?" As soon as he came out, Morey saw the brown-haired boy named Max, leaning on the railing, counting what he was counting in his hand, and his mouth was still muttering.

“... Nine, ten, ten...... What's the matter with you, I'm almost right, and you've been interrupted again! Looking at Max with a disgruntled face, Morey smiled a little wryly.

After saying this, Max buried his head in the count twice, but still did not count how many salt peas he had in his hand.

"Why don't I count it for you?" Morey said cautiously.

"Okay, you can count half for me." Max was not polite, and grabbed half of the salt peas with his other hand and placed them in Morey's hand.

"I've got seven here, what about you?" With half of the salt peas missing, Max quickly counted the number of peas in his hand.

"I've got nine of them." Morey didn't even need to count, he had the ability to detect, and he knew the number of peas when Max grabbed them to give them. Of course, in order to take care of Max's emotions, he still pretended to count them.

"Very well, then Max has ten, sixteen, yes, sixteen peas." Max carefully checked the number of peas in his hand, and finally counted the number of peas in his hand.

"Hello, is your name Max?" Looking at Max, who was happily picking up a salt pea and eating it, Morey planned to take advantage of his good mood to pull the relationship.

Morey is not idle and has nothing to do, for this strong man who is dressed as a barbarian in the western wilderness and has an amazing strength of 22 points, Morey has a heart of "love" when he first met.

"Huh? How do you know my name?! Max frowned, and suddenly became vigilant.

"I ......"

"Find Max to help you fight, you have to pay first! 100 gold coins at a time! No room and board plus 10 gold coins! Large quantities are preferred! ”

Morey, who didn't have time to speak, was directly blinded by Max's series of words. It's not like some stupid warrior saying it.,There's something wrong with this style of painting!

Seeing that Morey was a little sluggish and hesitant, Max hurriedly explained, "This is the price set by the captain, I think it's a bit much, in fact, 50 gold coins is very good." But I don't understand what he said about price positioning and target positioning, anyway, the price can't be changed......"

Max pulled a lot of tugs, but Morey finally got it. This was not something he came up with on his own, but a "speech technique" taught to Max by the captain of the North Wind Warband.

In normal times, Max's strength is very popular. But he himself is clumsy, so in order not to miss these potential customers, the captain deliberately spent three days on "special training", so that Max memorized this passage word for word. So now Max has become a conditioned reflex, and whenever he encounters an inexplicable person who comes up to talk to him, he will first memorize this "price list" word for word.

just read the lines stupidly, but he really received a few tasks, which made Max's captain admire his foresight more and more.

"I'm leaving! Remember to invite Max to dinner, invite me to the "chariot" for kebab! ”

Max reluctantly finished the last salt pea in his hand, clapped his hands and left without looking back.

Even the position has been set, and it seems that this Max has also experienced a hundred battles. It seems that Max is not only himself who can see his extraordinary potential! This Bole is often there, but Maxima is not often!

However, it is already a great luck to be able to get a legendary holy grail today, and I am not a voter of Lady Luck, so I can't ask for too much.

Morey has already made three looks, oh no, three takes, no, no, it's not right, anyway, he's ready to fight a long battle. A warrior who can possess the legendary power attribute before entering the legend is not as simple as a barbarian, and is definitely inextricably linked to the gods or those powerful beings.

......

On the vast sea, the sea breeze is strong, the waves are gusting, the waves are turbulent, and it is dusk, and the setting sun illuminates the water surface a golden yellow, twinkling.

After leaving the docks of the Emerald City, they arrived in the Black Sea in just one morning. Now that the sun is just right, Morey found a hat to put on his head, and his hands are on the railing, blowing the sea breeze, admiring the sea view that he has not seen for many years.

The sea breeze is not soft, but Morey is willing to enjoy this rare time of tranquility, but unfortunately the happy time is always short-lived!

"Respect, Lord of Red Leaf City, Lord of the Far East, Baron Morey! Captain Goodman greetings you! Morey turned his head to see that the captain, who claimed to be Goodman, was taking off his hat and saluting him in an exaggerated manner.

This string of titles was chanted like a court courtier, and countless goosebumps suddenly appeared on Morey's body when he heard it. This is also numb! What's more, the title of "Domination of the Far East" is still up for debate?!

"Well, Captain Goodman, why don't you get up first!" It is indeed a little difficult for a man who is not short in stature to keep his left foot slightly squatting, his right foot straight and his toes up, and one hand touching his chest and the other hand stretched out.

This retro fancy etiquette, he remembered that it was eliminated by those increasingly "burly" aristocrats on the mainland in the last century, right?! Which knight novel did this Captain Goodman read, YY novels are very harmful (Author:?) ）！

"Thanks, Baron!"

Oh my God, don't play a long note!

Morey touched his chest without a trace, and shifted his gaze slightly, as if he didn't see Goodman, who was holding his hat and spinning around in a crazy circle.

Seeing that Morey was a little out of the world, Goodman quickly wiped the thin sweat off his head with his cuffs, these nobles are too different to invent such a toss-up etiquette.

Goodman didn't just grab someone to practice his newfound aristocratic etiquette, but he saw a business opportunity.

As a commoner who rose from sailor to captain, Goodman's experience was nothing short of inspirational. In the eyes of those sailors and even Goodman before him, being able to become the captain of a ship, with a salary of 100 gold coins a year and dividends of no less than this amount, was already a winner in life.

But this was only their youthful ignorance, and when they actually got to the captain's position, Goodman saw a different scenery again.

Let's just say that Dennis, the steward of the Jedis Chamber of Commerce who accompanied the ship, as long as he follows the rules of the Chamber of Commerce on weekdays, he should be filial piety when he arrives at the port, and he should drink wine, and the rest should not be bothered. Not only that, but he also has a month of paid leave every year, and his income is at least double his.

What about him? On the long sea voyage, formulating routes, observing the weather, making up for ship leaks, and treating people who are sick, even if a strong guy accidentally has a super friendship relationship with his delicate partner, he has to worry about it. Look at him, he was only thirty years old, and his face was almost as old as that of an old man in his forties and fifties.

So Goodman decided to change, and those aristocratic manners were learned privately by him from the book whose name he did not know, otherwise he would not have been able to buy books that recorded aristocratic knowledge as a commoner.

He knew that Morey was the lord of Red Leaf City, and the red leaf wood of Red Leaf City was the precious wood that the Flying Fish would purchase every year when it came to Emerald City.

This time Dennis was cleared as a non-combatant, but it gave him a chance. If you can catch the line of Morey, maybe you can free yourself from the heavy captaincy and usher in another round of spring in your career!

Thinking about it this way, Goodman's waist no longer hurts, his legs are no longer sore, and his mouth is sharp.

After some politeness, Goodman insisted on inviting Morey to dinner, but Morey reluctantly agreed.

Although Goodman's cabin was leased to Gary for 20 gold coins, Goodman was the captain after all, and he opened up the two cabins to form a room that was not much smaller than the captain's quarters.

In order to entertain Morey, Goodman deliberately took out a bottle of red wine that had been treasured for a long time. This was given to Goodman, who was quite appetizing when a powerful warrior monk was aboard the Exocet. Goodman originally wanted to use this bottle of wine to bribe the manager of the Chamber of Commerce, but now that Morey is here, he will naturally spend his money.

Morey didn't know if the wine was good or not, but it did have a lot of stamina, and Morey was about to put down the glass after a few sips, but Goodman was still enthusiastic "Full!" Full! It wasn't until Morey promised to bring some red leaf wood back for sale next time, that he let Morey go.

As soon as Morey walked on the front foot, Balta, who loved to drink on the back foot, came in. The two were confidants and had a thousand glasses of wine, until the bearded captain hugged the table and kissed the somewhat slightly drunken Balta that he left, and when he left, he took the remaining half of the bottle of wine on the table.

It's a pity that Balta just turned around with the door, turned his head and saw that the remaining half bottle of wine was in Morey's hand.

"Young master, what are you doing here!" Looking at Balta, who had a resentful face, Morey felt his stomach suddenly churn a little.

"No alcohol during the mission!" After saying that, Morey left a "grief" Balta and left.

"It's you who let you drink, and it's you who doesn't drink......" Balta looked angry, too bullying.

What can Morey say? Can he say that he just looked away? What this warrior monk gave was clearly the medicinal wine that used the "Lost Trace Fist", if he hadn't seen that there was an extra "drunk" state in his character's state, he would have thought that this was just ordinary liquor.

Status: Drunk

Effect: Reduces accuracy by 10% and increases attack by half of your level (capped at 10 points).

This "drunk" effect is very suitable for Morey, who likes to use a two-handed sword, anyway, the two-handed sword opens and closes widely, and the attack range is wide, so you don't have to pursue the hit rate like a dagger and a short sword.

So Morey put the medicine and wine away, planning to find time to study the ingredients and see if he could replicate it.