At this time, Salter couldn't help but have a feeling that the second monk couldn't figure his head, "Uncle Swart, what are you talking about?"

Swart slowly removed his rough hand from Salter, "That's right, Salter, these officers plan to go to a small island on the southeast coast for investigation, and now they are still short of five sailors, no, after careful consideration, several officers are ready to hand over this good errand to me to take care of, and you kid is lucky, as soon as you come, you will run into such a good thing, it's too late, I'm afraid you won't have a place to go." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Although Swater was there alone and describing how good the job was, Salter was not a fool after all, and knew that there must be some bad factors in it, "Uncle Swart, I heard all the conversation you just had, if this is such a good errand, do you have to worry about not being able to recruit five sailors who volunteer?"

Swart paused, smiled awkwardly, and then said: "The benefits are proportional to the risks, in fact, they are going to a place called Hell Island this time, it is isolated from all continents, it exists alone in the middle of the Talia Sea, there are fierce beasts and tyrannical aborigines on the island, and it is said that there are extremely powerful island gods in the middle of the island, but you don't need to worry about these, our ships are just going around the island for annual routine inspections." ”

Salter couldn't help but be a little different, in a period when the level of magic and human development was so prosperous, why did such an isolated island still exist? You must know that plundering is not lacking in the nature of some human beings, there is land, there are resources, then this hellish island should have been eyed by various countries for a long time, but after such a long time, the outside world only conducts routine inspections on this small island every year, what is going on?

Another point is about the name "Hell Island".

The name alone shows the attitude of the outside world towards this island, calling it hell? It seems that there is something to be feared about this island, otherwise Swart would not have been sad because of this errand.

"Uncle Swart, let me think about it, I just want to know where the goods are for today. "Salter himself is not a reckless person, so naturally he will not be carried away by interests, not to mention that his life is still tied to Chen Shiyu, before making any decisions, he naturally has to discuss with the other party first.

Swart sighed, and could see that even the young Salter could understand the danger of this matter, and it would be even more difficult for the others to convince themselves, but it was the same thing, and Salter took the initiative to mention the work, and he could only put aside the in front of him for the time being, and first assigned the task of the day to Salter.

"The deadline is every morning, and until then, you can contact me whenever you want. ”

Swart put down this sentence and turned away from Salter, although Salter politely said, "It will be then", but he already had a bottom in his heart, and it was best not to have anything to do with it.

It is worth noting that when Salter was working, several officers who were originally standing beside Sweet did not leave in a hurry, but looked at Salter from a distance, and after about ten minutes, one of the officers stood up, said a few words to Swart and then led the other officers away, of course, Salter was not a tailwind, so naturally he couldn't hear what they were saying.

The day passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the goods as high as a hill were moved to the designated location one by one with the efforts of Salter and a few working men who came behind, and the sun still did not mean to go down, and it was roughly estimated that it was not yet six o'clock, but this was just right, because the extra time was used to prepare dinner was very abundant.

Salter thought so, touched the beads of sweat on his forehead, and headed towards the hut where Swart was.

Swart lay alone in front of a table with a sad look on his face, on which lay a cheap pen and a blank form except for three lines of small print.

Salter could probably guess that Swart's appearance was mostly related to the team that came in the morning, although he was a little pitiful, but he couldn't comfort Swart, after all, he was the first person to refuse him, "Uncle Swart, I've done my job today." ”

I don't know if it's because Swart's voice is too quiet, or because Swater is too fascinated, Salter finished shouting several times, and Swalt still looks like he didn't notice anything.

"Uncle Swart!" Salter deliberately raised his volume a few times this time.

"Huh?" said Swart.

"It's Salt, what's the matter, today's work is done?"

Salter nodded, "yes, everyone is very positive today, except for me, Randall and they should be fast." ”

Randall is an eighteen-year-old guy who works with Salter, with blond hair and an honest look, Salter mentions him, the implication is to remind Swart that he can also ask him if he is willing, after all, Randall's family is also a little difficult, his mother is sick, and now he is in urgent need of money, so he thinks this is a good opportunity for him, in fact, listening to Swalt, Hell Island is not as terrifying as rumored, not to mention that there are those powerful officers accompanying him, it should not be a surprise.

Swart handed the prepared money bag to Salter, then lit a cigarette and said: "Randall's mother is very dependent on him, and his father died early, so he and his mother are the only two people left in the house, his mother can't get out of bed, and can only rely on him to take care of him every day, if he leaves again, then his mother really has no one to take care of." ”

"Whew. Swart sucked the cigarette he had inhaled hard.

"They are officers, and I am just a small overseer of this small dock, according to the bullshit laws of this country, as long as I fail to complete the tasks assigned by them, I will be dismissed, or even go to prison, I also wonder, this sailor used to find people by themselves, why did it make it difficult for me this year? I've thought about it, Salter, you're still young and too young, and I still don't want to lie to you, or even harm you, and although I've found three people in one day today who are willing to be sailors for them, I'm not going to force you to take a risk just to get together, and let me tell you the truth, every year there are always fewer scouts who come back from that island than when they set out. ”