"Come and join the town of the strongest people. We need all sorts of non-combat classes. Doctors, scientists, blacksmiths and farmers. Carpenters, janitors, winemakers and artisans!Everyone is welcome to sign up!Join Port Atwood, the home of the Super Brothers, the safest place on earth!"

As Sapp Village walked around in front of their flashy stalls, tirelessly shouting superlative statements about the superbrother and their town, Zach could barely stop his face from turning pale.

He understands that. They need to create a buzz that spreads like wildfire because they only have one afternoon to hire. The third wave began in three days, and they need to go back tomorrow to complete their preparations.

Mr. Chong's plan is to set up a recruitment booth. They just bought a big stall in a prime area of the square and changed the brand. It now says "Super Brothers are recruiting! Become the World Elite!" in huge font and nothing else. At the same time, the old fisherman kept throwing out one exaggerated announcement after another, sounding like a street vendor.

Often, their statements can be met with contempt or even ignored. But the fact that there is a living Zhix sitting in a stall reading a book seems to add some degree to the legitimacy of the stall. Who's going to have pet cheese but a super brother? The two government officials watched the proceedings with uneasy faces, which only reinforced the impression.

However, no one came up to the booth for thirty minutes. But it was clear that a small group of onlookers had gathered, and some people seemed to have just come to watch the excitement. But after Mr. Zhuang's unremitting efforts, there are finally some results.

"Old man, you say a lot, but do you have proof?" shouted a man in the crowd of onlookers.

"It's hard for me to imagine that there will be such a great opportunity in front of you. But it's 100% true. If you have friends who attend the auction, you should already know about Port Atwood. We spent over 20 million Nexus Gold coins at auction and even defeated the Marshalls in the Battle of Precious Relics.

Barto winced, but still punched her hard, and Elija jumped back to observe him. His shield fell to the ground, and he corrected his severed right hand with his left hand. He locked his eyes with her, and a golden light quickly shone into her eyes, and then he began to move his right hand again.

"A healer, or a paladin?" Elija asked. Based on his reaction, as long as Arthur is behind his shield, he will most likely be able to destroy Arthur's wind magic without being moved. He could heal any damage on his body, at least it seemed.

"Healers and tanks. He said. "You are an impressive warrior and a healer. "I recommend you. Barto bowed. "If it wasn't a simulated fight, I'd die. ”

Elija said to William: "Defend seven, nine, raise your shield." William wrote it all down.

"Okay, then we'll stop here. He said with a grin. "Back to training. ”

"Don't forget, Brother Chao is not only the strongest man in the world, he is also the richest. He's ready to spend this huge sum of money on you to help you improve your non-combat class. ”

There was a low murmur from the crowd. Twenty million relationship coins is an insane number, and most people count their wealth in hundreds, or even thousands. After all, the low-level monsters gave only a small portion of the relationship coins, far less than the more lucrative bargains.

In fact, Mr. Zhuang initially wanted Zach to stand up, wield an axe, and show off his strength, but Zach flatly refused.

"We are at the forefront of the world, we are the only town in the world with four new world species, creating a true metropolis on a new planet," continued the fisherman, who seemed to be more and more energetic the more he boasted.

After Zach begins to worry about people's reactions, they come to his makeshift town full of demons. Judging by Sazhuang's description, it seems that he gave them a location in paradise rather than a dubious job on a desert island. However, the effect was limited, until suddenly another shout attracted the attention of the crowd.

"It's the Marshalls!" a man shouted, gesturing to a group of people walking toward the stall.

"Hehe, I guess their boast has reached the ears of the Marshalls. "I think we're going to have a great show," another muttered, eliciting some laughter.

Zach looked and the one who shouted was right. Walking in front was an old man named Henry Marshall, who was accompanied by a bodyguard in front of him. Looks like Thea hadn't lied before. They don't really need Zack's pills because the bodyguard has no problem walking and looks healthy. Others accompanied the two men, but Zach noted that Thea Marshall herself was not part of the group.

"Mr. Munch, we meet again. Would you mind if we talked?," Henry Marshall said as he walked to Zach's booth.

Zach wished Ogras could speak here, but he could only nod and take another chair out of his pocket for the old man.

"Is this what Mr. Zhuang just said?" Zach asked.

"No, it doesn't matter. Port Atwood lacks visibility at the moment, and the Marshall family is not so weak that we can't do anything to help with that," the old man said, nodding to one of the men, who quickly left the stall and blended in with the crowd of onlookers.

The old man said, "I am more interested in your future plans, and hopefully provide an alternative to what you have heard today." ”。

"Oh," Zach said with gusto.

"To be honest, we also have some network plans, even though the government is faster than us. So we have to find another solution. We have no intention of joining the fragile coalition of governments, and I don't think you want to either.

Zach just nodded in response.

"Our goal is also to build a network, but it will not be formalized like the government. However, only the nobility could join, and the scope was limited to providing the means of movement and trade. Without centralized vassals, there is no relationship with superiors. How the House of Lords governs their realm is up to them. ”。

"What about defensive and concentrated war efforts?" Zach asked.

"That will be organized by individual members. The man replied: "Networking should only be seen as a means of promoting private alliances of all kinds.

"What's in it for you to do that?" Zach asked, skeptically.

"The government still lives in the old world, playing bureaucracy. They gather mediocre people, but what's the use? We fear that their narrow-mindedness will lead humanity to a point of no return. We need to offer another option, one that is built for the elite, for the world powers. We believe this is more in line with the way our new reality works.

"Perhaps this alliance will collapse in the future as we all fight for supremacy on our planet. "But before we get to that point, we need to kick out all the foreign scum," Henry said.

"When we first met this morning, you didn't seem very happy with the composition of our party. But now you've invited us?" Zach asked, skeptically.

"My point is that humanity will be with you...... Friend...... It's only a matter of time before there is a kind of struggle there, and the information you provide only proves it. Henry said as he beckoned to Zhilian. "We humans can't even coexist with ourselves, but suddenly we should coexist with two other sentient species?"

The patriarch simply shook his head, making his position clear. Zach doesn't really agree, but he doesn't feel like there's any point in arguing.

"Either of us will prove right in the future, but for now, it doesn't matter what this potential collaboration is. Destroying the invasion comes first," Henry added at the end.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, with Zach mainly asking for clarification on the planned alliance, while the old man mainly asked about the invasion and the rulers that Zach had provided to the government.

Zach learns that, after all, the league has some planned needs. One of the requirements was that they had to make their portals public for a week every now and then, and they would take turns doing so. The reason is to attract new blood to the alliance. Zach thought this was reasonable, as he was even considering revealing his portal permanently once he had stabilized his status as a liege.

At the same time, they will be allowed to privatize their portals, even for Alliance members, but only for a limited time. This is an important task to prevent internal unrest or that they don't want to be interrupted.

Zach didn't give a clear answer, but he said he would discuss the issue with others. Henry Marshall calmly accepted the tepid answer and nodded as he left the stall.

"I'm sorry, Marshal. Is it true?" a voice came from behind as the old man prepared to leave.

"What is true?" retorted in a strong voice, and he looked at the crowd, which seemed to be suppressed by his gaze.

"Is it really the power of the Super Brothers?" the same voice asked.

At this point, Zach noticed that the person shouting was actually the one who had been transferred from the marshal's group earlier, albeit with a bit of a hood over him.

"Yes," said Henry Marshall as he left, but that was all he needed when the crowd broke out.

The perception of fancy stalls shifts from skepticism and ridicule to interest and contemplation.

"Why are you recruiting so many people?" Someone suddenly shouted from the group, this time it was not a planted person.

"Port Atwood didn't exist before it was integrated, and we are building the town entirely from the ground up. At the moment, we have the most powerful combat power of humanity, but we lack many other compartments. We have money but nowhere to spend it. We need energetic artisans and other non-combatant classes to make this city a truly thriving metropolis," Mr. Zhuang replied without hesitation.

The announcement of the possession of the strongest force also caused some commotion among the crowd.

"Are you recruiting fighters too?" asked another.

Vitality replied: "The security issue is not in our town at the moment, at the moment we are mainly looking for non-combat professionals. ”。 "However, if you are an exceptional talent or have some unique skills that an army could benefit from, then you are welcome to apply. But be warned, fighters won't enjoy the same freedom as the non-combat class, because we want fighters to be at their most intense in battle. Of course, the benefits we offer to our soldiers are also unparalleled on the planet. ”

Sapp's answer caused some to frown, even though he promised to pay him hefty. Zach thought it was natural. They are in the middle of the New World Government. If any of the powerful warriors around them are still not related by blood, they don't want to be tied up. He wondered what would happen after an independent government had developed an independent plan. Will they be driven out of the safety of the city?

Suddenly, a woman in her forties walked up to the booth where Zach and Ibu Taipu were sitting, as Mr. Zhuang was busy answering various questions to the crowd, and Zach had to deal with them.

"Can I help you?" Zach asked.

"Do you really welcome all kinds of non-combat classes?" the woman asked hesitantly.

"Yes. What is your profession?, Zach replied.

"I'm an anthropologist," she replied hesitantly. "I want to join you and study your society. Is there really four species living together in Port Atwood?"

"Well, Cheese and Ishii have their own towns, but that could change in the future for security reasons," Zach replied casually.

"And a fourth?" she continued, seeing that Zach was willing to answer questions.

Zach replied, "Yes, somewhere in the bazaar, there's one walking with our Sky Gnome, and I guess he's the fifth species. ”。

"What are the rules for joining? Do I need to sign a contract that is enforced by the system?" she asked.

"No, your welfare is tied to your contribution to the town. "If you don't contribute anything, you get nothing," Zach replied, and set out to do something practical.

The rules were developed with the help of Ogras and Carllin, who explained how heterogeneous forces work in the multiverse. Very few people actually use contracts because this is often perceived as negative. High-demand technicians rarely sign these agreements, except for a very limited period of time, such as when entering the occult realm.

Troops made up of a variety of people, such as academies and sects, usually contract only with the highest echelons of the organization, and these people also have the greatest interests. With the help of the donor system, the entire force usually maintains a certain level of honesty. Homogeneous troops are primarily contracted by external elders who want to become permanent members of the clan.

Zach was amazed that the contract was so small until he understood that there was a limit to the number of contracts that could be active. He used it on all the women's teams he brought back from Greenworth, and he had reached his limit and he simply couldn't get a contract with the entire force.

The traitors of the order created these contracts that allowed two people to work together without fear of betrayal, rather than having the nobility enslave their entire people. Therefore, there are some limitations to using branching trees, such as having contracts for 100 captains, and each captain having contracts for 100 soldiers. Every contract in the network will be considered directly subordinate to Za, which will count towards his limits.

"But how can you compare my work in anthropology with a blacksmith?" asked the woman suspiciously.

"We use multiverse standards and have an automatic contribution allocator," Zach replied, drawing the interest of the think tank and the scientist.