Tonk's weapon had been damaged repeatedly, leaving him feeling dejected. He decided to exchange it for a better one and opened the personal equipment section on the interface. Ignoring the common equipment, he immediately selected the option of high-quality equipment. He ended up choosing a Moore sword, which cost him 200 reward points.
| Ding! You have activated the warehouse system. The system will temporarily store some items for you. The space area is 1,000 cubic meters. |
A three-dimensional image appeared before Tonk. The Moore sword lay quietly in the corner, and Tonk reached out, grabbing it out of mid-air.
He felt like he had gotten a new toy, imagining the possibility of being able to hide himself in the warehouse. Eagerly, he proceeded to experiment.
| Hint: The system warehouse cannot store living organisms. |
Tonk cursed in disappointment. He briefly entertained the idea of stealing something without leaving a trace, or even grabbing the clothes of beauties on the street and storing them away in the system warehouse. But to his dismay, not even a glass of water could be put inside it.
| Reminder: The system warehouse can only temporarily store items exchanged by the system. Real items cannot be stored in them. Once the exchanged items are taken out, they cannot be reloaded into the system warehouse. Please remember. |
Tonk wasn't angry this time, understanding that the system warehouse was merely a transfer station for exchanging items. This safeguard prevented potential danger from arising if summoned items suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The space was spacious, too. Even if he exchanged a boat, he could park it in the warehouse and take it out to a suitable location.
Those ships and equipment that could be exchanged were not cheap. It was better to buy them with gold coins in reality. After all, it was not easy to earn reward points. He exited the [Exchange] interface and entered the [Recruitment] interface instead.
Tonk had always wanted to form a team of bomb-spitting frog gunners. This time he got his wish and recruited eight in one go. 300 reward points for one. This was a huge consumption, but it would greatly enhance the long-range strike strength of the Black Pearl.
It could change the characters' names when recruiting. To make it easier to remember, Tonk gave the eight frogs a set name, namely Harrow One, Harrow Two... Harrow Eight. At that time, it was only necessary to make these eight frogs commensurate with brothers.
Tonk pushed open the door and walked out and the sailors outside were busy consciously. There were so many cables on the hull that it looked like a huge spider web. He looked around and the sailors saluted in respect.
On the boat, subordinates had to salute their superiors. The way they salute was to nod slightly, make a fist with their right hand, and touch their forehead with their thumbs. It looked polite.
Soon, eight bomb-spitting frogs emerged from the seawater. All of them were dark green with other light-colored patches. The patches of each were different so they were easy to identify. The eight frogs called out loudly to let the boat drop the rope.
"There are sea monsters! Go get a gun and shoot!" a bald sailor in his thirties said urgently.
Tonk hurriedly stopped the restlessness of the other sailors and asked the sailors to quickly put down the rope. Eight bomb-spitting frogs climbed up from under the rope one after another, surrounded Tonk, and said together.
"Captain Tonk! Great! God arranged for us to meet you again and we can be pirates again!"
The frogs seemed very happy. Although they didn't remember anything, they would have a sense of belonging when they see the captain.
Tonk was well aware of the power of these giant toads, which inspired a kind of love for talent. He ordered a banquet to be prepared to entertain them. He passed the mainmast and spotted Troubler chained to it.
He was in a good mood, kicked Troubler up, smiled, and said, "You did a great job in the last battle and I decided to let you go. Come on, bring the key of the shackles and let it go."
It was supposed to be a good thing to regain freedom, but Troubler waved his hands and said, "No! I won't leave. The sea is very dangerous. And it's very far from Toad Island. It's impossible for me alone to go back safely. I'm willing to keep going to work for you as long as you give me food."
Tonk nodded and didn't say more. It's not a bad thing to have a coolie on board.
Most sea animals didn't ask for money in return when they served on the ship. The bomb-spitting frogs that Tonk recruited this time marked the maintenance fee, which was five bottles of rum and ten pounds of sausage per month.
Troubler wanted to continue sleeping. It saw eight of its kind strutting over and surprised him a lot. It asked dumbly, "You... are you all from Toad Island?"
Harrow One said, "Toad Island? What's that?"
Harrow Two ran to pat Troubler's head, and said in the tone of a leader's inspection, "Little guy, who are you? It seems that you need to take more food. What a small body."
These eight brothers were wide and fat. They are in the heyday of bomb-spitting frogs. Their bodies were smooth and their eyes were bright. Troubler, by contrast, had a little feeling a little stunted and slumped.
"I'm Troubler, how about you?"
"The name Troubler doesn't sound good. You can be called Harrow Nine in the future."
"That's good. You will be the ninth in the future."
Eight Harrow strongly agreed that it would love to have a younger brother.
Troubler was confused. Only Toad Island had a population of bomb-spitting frogs, but these few guys in front of it had never heard of the place called Toad Island. Despite this, it was still very exciting to meet a few of the same kind.
Tonk showed his bossy style and drank several cups with the eight frogs. The eight brothers ate happily and obeyed Tonk. After the meal, Tonk told them about some matters on the ship and asked them to take up the position of the gunner in the future.
After settling down the eight brothers, Tonk felt that he should recruit two crew members for the remaining nearly 900 points. There was a shortage of talent on board. He first thought of recruiting a captain. Although his own sailing ability was just enough, he had to charge forward every time he fought. At that time, he had to use those rookie sailors to drive the ship, which would greatly reduce the speed of the ship.
He glanced at the system and found that the points in his hand were not enough to recruit a captain. Even though captains couldn't fight like swordsmen, let alone throw big fireballs like magicians, they were extremely important on the sea. Their knowledge was complicated.
Although the captain could not be recruited, there was another occupation that attracted Tonk.
Helmsman!
| Name: | Cliff | |
| Occupation: | Helmsman | This occupation has no class. |
| Race: | Human | |
| Title: | None | |
| Features: | None | |
| Physical Attack: | ||
| Navigation Ability: | He only knows how to see the wind and rudder. He knows very little about other knowledge of the sea. | |
| Equipment: | None | |
| Skill: | Steering With Great Force | He can turn the rudder with his strong body no matter how strong the sea wind is. |
| Language: | Common language of the Bright Alliance | |
| Physical Condition: | Healthy | |
| Reward Amount: | 0 | |
| Loyalty: | 90 | |
| Requirement Reward Points: | 150 | |
| Maintenance Fee: | 20 silver/month |
Tonk just wanted to recruit a helm, so he happily paid the reward points and clicked OK. On the interface, he could see the picture of the character. This helmsman named Cliff with a big waist. A big muscular man.
Tonk started hanging out on the top deck again, waiting for Cliff to emerge from the sea.
"Help! I'm here! Captain Tonk!"
Tonk moved when he heard the sound, followed the sound, and found a one-meter-square raft floating on the sea in the distance. A burly man was standing on it. It was Cliff. Tonk was amused. He didn't expect that the system would arrange it like this. It turned out that the treatment of seaman members was higher than that of sailors and sea beasts. They were able to have a raft.
Cliff was also rescued aboard the boat. He was a bold man, speaking like a bell with a striped turban on his head and a white sailor's vest.
"Get away, I will own the rudder alone in the future!"
When Cliff came, he started to work, picked over the sailor, and took the helm himself. In the future, the tall figure could often be seen on the driver's seat of the Black Pearl.
Tonk was extremely satisfied. The Black Pearl was now finally improving. He excelled in melee combat. One-eyed and the bomb-spitting frog was good in the long range. The combat effectiveness of the Black Pearl had been greatly improved. It had the strength to fight even if it encountered a battleship.
At this time, a sailor found Tonk, sweating profusely, and said, "Captain, a brother is too seriously injured and can't be cured. He begged us to shoot him. What do you think?"
Tonk's expression fell. These sailors were all working for him. He didn't want to see anything happen to anyone.
"Go, show me." He said with a sullen face.
The sailor led the way and took Tonk to a room in the cabin. There was a small bed in the house on which lay a seriously injured person. The bed and the ground were covered in blood.
The seriously injured person was pale, took a lot of painkillers, and was half asleep and half awake. After seeing Tonk, he struggled to get up but failed. He had to lie there still, and said, "Captain, I'm dying. I wish you can become the king of this sea. If there is an afterlife, I'm willing to rob the boat and kill the enemy for you..."
This person was a sailor recruited by the system and his loyalty was almost full.
Tonk felt his heart warmed and was greatly moved. He subconsciously wanted to grab the hand of the seriously injured person but he failed. It turned out that his wrist was chopped off, leaving only a bloody broken arm. The sailors couldn't handle this kind of wound well. They could only wait to die in the situation.
"Bernie, go in peace. But if there is an afterlife, I hope you can have a family instead of coming to this world in this special way."
Tonk remembered the name of each sailor. Although these sailors were recruited in batches, they all lived on the same ship and would quickly get to know each other.
Bernie wanted to say something, but his voice gradually weakened.
Tonk sighed in a rare way. He was not a sentimental person. But he really felt very sorry at this time.
Everyone gathered around Bernie, who was about to say goodbye to the world. They were all filled with sorrow, and the air was heavy with a sense of sadness.
"If only we had a ship's doctor," the sailor who had just led the way said tearfully.
Everyone paid no attention to this statement, still watching as Bernie depart.
But the phrase "ship doctor" struck a chord with Tonk! He suddenly realized he could recruit a ship doctor!
Excitement filled Tonk and he berated himself for having forgotten.
"Damn it, you're not allowed to die! Hang on, I'll find a doctor for you! Who cares about the afterlife!? I'll let you follow me and rule the seas in this life!"
Tonk pointed at Bernie, who was on the brink of death and roared.
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Tonk's weapon had been damaged repeatedly, leaving him feeling dejected. He decided to exchange it for a better one and opened the personal equipment section on the interface. Ignoring the common equipment, he immediately selected the option of high-quality equipment. He ended up choosing a Moore sword, which cost him 200 reward points.
| Ding! You have activated the warehouse system. The system will temporarily store some items for you. The space area is 1,000 cubic meters. |
A three-dimensional image appeared before Tonk. The Moore sword lay quietly in the corner, and Tonk reached out, grabbing it out of mid-air.
He felt like he had gotten a new toy, imagining the possibility of being able to hide himself in the warehouse. Eagerly, he proceeded to experiment.
| Hint: The system warehouse cannot store living organisms. |
Tonk cursed in disappointment. He briefly entertained the idea of stealing something without leaving a trace, or even grabbing the clothes of beauties on the street and storing them away in the system warehouse. But to his dismay, not even a glass of water could be put inside it.
| Reminder: The system warehouse can only temporarily store items exchanged by the system. Real items cannot be stored in them. Once the exchanged items are taken out, they cannot be reloaded into the system warehouse. Please remember. |
Tonk wasn't angry this time, understanding that the system warehouse was merely a transfer station for exchanging items. This safeguard prevented potential danger from arising if summoned items suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The space was spacious, too. Even if he exchanged a boat, he could park it in the warehouse and take it out to a suitable location.
Those ships and equipment that could be exchanged were not cheap. It was better to buy them with gold coins in reality. After all, it was not easy to earn reward points. He exited the [Exchange] interface and entered the [Recruitment] interface instead.
Tonk had always wanted to form a team of bomb-spitting frog gunners. This time he got his wish and recruited eight in one go. 300 reward points for one. This was a huge consumption, but it would greatly enhance the long-range strike strength of the Black Pearl.
It could change the characters' names when recruiting. To make it easier to remember, Tonk gave the eight frogs a set name, namely Harrow One, Harrow Two... Harrow Eight. At that time, it was only necessary to make these eight frogs commensurate with brothers.
Tonk pushed open the door and walked out and the sailors outside were busy consciously. There were so many cables on the hull that it looked like a huge spider web. He looked around and the sailors saluted in respect.
On the boat, subordinates had to salute their superiors. The way they salute was to nod slightly, make a fist with their right hand, and touch their forehead with their thumbs. It looked polite.
Soon, eight bomb-spitting frogs emerged from the seawater. All of them were dark green with other light-colored patches. The patches of each were different so they were easy to identify. The eight frogs called out loudly to let the boat drop the rope.
"There are sea monsters! Go get a gun and shoot!" a bald sailor in his thirties said urgently.
Tonk hurriedly stopped the restlessness of the other sailors and asked the sailors to quickly put down the rope. Eight bomb-spitting frogs climbed up from under the rope one after another, surrounded Tonk, and said together.
"Captain Tonk! Great! God arranged for us to meet you again and we can be pirates again!"
The frogs seemed very happy. Although they didn't remember anything, they would have a sense of belonging when they see the captain.
Tonk was well aware of the power of these giant toads, which inspired a kind of love for talent. He ordered a banquet to be prepared to entertain them. He passed the mainmast and spotted Troubler chained to it.
He was in a good mood, kicked Troubler up, smiled, and said, "You did a great job in the last battle and I decided to let you go. Come on, bring the key of the shackles and let it go."
It was supposed to be a good thing to regain freedom, but Troubler waved his hands and said, "No! I won't leave. The sea is very dangerous. And it's very far from Toad Island. It's impossible for me alone to go back safely. I'm willing to keep going to work for you as long as you give me food."
Tonk nodded and didn't say more. It's not a bad thing to have a coolie on board.
Most sea animals didn't ask for money in return when they served on the ship. The bomb-spitting frogs that Tonk recruited this time marked the maintenance fee, which was five bottles of rum and ten pounds of sausage per month.
Troubler wanted to continue sleeping. It saw eight of its kind strutting over and surprised him a lot. It asked dumbly, "You... are you all from Toad Island?"
Harrow One said, "Toad Island? What's that?"
Harrow Two ran to pat Troubler's head, and said in the tone of a leader's inspection, "Little guy, who are you? It seems that you need to take more food. What a small body."
These eight brothers were wide and fat. They are in the heyday of bomb-spitting frogs. Their bodies were smooth and their eyes were bright. Troubler, by contrast, had a little feeling a little stunted and slumped.
"I'm Troubler, how about you?"
"The name Troubler doesn't sound good. You can be called Harrow Nine in the future."
"That's good. You will be the ninth in the future."
Eight Harrow strongly agreed that it would love to have a younger brother.
Troubler was confused. Only Toad Island had a population of bomb-spitting frogs, but these few guys in front of it had never heard of the place called Toad Island. Despite this, it was still very exciting to meet a few of the same kind.
Tonk showed his bossy style and drank several cups with the eight frogs. The eight brothers ate happily and obeyed Tonk. After the meal, Tonk told them about some matters on the ship and asked them to take up the position of the gunner in the future.
After settling down the eight brothers, Tonk felt that he should recruit two crew members for the remaining nearly 900 points. There was a shortage of talent on board. He first thought of recruiting a captain. Although his own sailing ability was just enough, he had to charge forward every time he fought. At that time, he had to use those rookie sailors to drive the ship, which would greatly reduce the speed of the ship.
He glanced at the system and found that the points in his hand were not enough to recruit a captain. Even though captains couldn't fight like swordsmen, let alone throw big fireballs like magicians, they were extremely important on the sea. Their knowledge was complicated.
Although the captain could not be recruited, there was another occupation that attracted Tonk.
Helmsman!
| Name: | Cliff | |
| Occupation: | Helmsman | This occupation has no class. |
| Race: | Human | |
| Title: | None | |
| Features: | None | |
| Physical Attack: | ||
| Navigation Ability: | He only knows how to see the wind and rudder. He knows very little about other knowledge of the sea. | |
| Equipment: | None | |
| Skill: | Steering With Great Force | He can turn the rudder with his strong body no matter how strong the sea wind is. |
| Language: | Common language of the Bright Alliance | |
| Physical Condition: | Healthy | |
| Reward Amount: | 0 | |
| Loyalty: | 90 | |
| Requirement Reward Points: | 150 | |
| Maintenance Fee: | 20 silver/month |
Tonk just wanted to recruit a helm, so he happily paid the reward points and clicked OK. On the interface, he could see the picture of the character. This helmsman named Cliff with a big waist. A big muscular man.
Tonk started hanging out on the top deck again, waiting for Cliff to emerge from the sea.
"Help! I'm here! Captain Tonk!"
Tonk moved when he heard the sound, followed the sound, and found a one-meter-square raft floating on the sea in the distance. A burly man was standing on it. It was Cliff. Tonk was amused. He didn't expect that the system would arrange it like this. It turned out that the treatment of seaman members was higher than that of sailors and sea beasts. They were able to have a raft.
Cliff was also rescued aboard the boat. He was a bold man, speaking like a bell with a striped turban on his head and a white sailor's vest.
"Get away, I will own the rudder alone in the future!"
When Cliff came, he started to work, picked over the sailor, and took the helm himself. In the future, the tall figure could often be seen on the driver's seat of the Black Pearl.
Tonk was extremely satisfied. The Black Pearl was now finally improving. He excelled in melee combat. One-eyed and the bomb-spitting frog was good in the long range. The combat effectiveness of the Black Pearl had been greatly improved. It had the strength to fight even if it encountered a battleship.
At this time, a sailor found Tonk, sweating profusely, and said, "Captain, a brother is too seriously injured and can't be cured. He begged us to shoot him. What do you think?"
Tonk's expression fell. These sailors were all working for him. He didn't want to see anything happen to anyone.
"Go, show me." He said with a sullen face.
The sailor led the way and took Tonk to a room in the cabin. There was a small bed in the house on which lay a seriously injured person. The bed and the ground were covered in blood.
The seriously injured person was pale, took a lot of painkillers, and was half asleep and half awake. After seeing Tonk, he struggled to get up but failed. He had to lie there still, and said, "Captain, I'm dying. I wish you can become the king of this sea. If there is an afterlife, I'm willing to rob the boat and kill the enemy for you..."
This person was a sailor recruited by the system and his loyalty was almost full.
Tonk felt his heart warmed and was greatly moved. He subconsciously wanted to grab the hand of the seriously injured person but he failed. It turned out that his wrist was chopped off, leaving only a bloody broken arm. The sailors couldn't handle this kind of wound well. They could only wait to die in the situation.
"Bernie, go in peace. But if there is an afterlife, I hope you can have a family instead of coming to this world in this special way."
Tonk remembered the name of each sailor. Although these sailors were recruited in batches, they all lived on the same ship and would quickly get to know each other.
Bernie wanted to say something, but his voice gradually weakened.
Tonk sighed in a rare way. He was not a sentimental person. But he really felt very sorry at this time.
Everyone gathered around Bernie, who was about to say goodbye to the world. They were all filled with sorrow, and the air was heavy with a sense of sadness.
"If only we had a ship's doctor," the sailor who had just led the way said tearfully.
Everyone paid no attention to this statement, still watching as Bernie depart.
But the phrase "ship doctor" struck a chord with Tonk! He suddenly realized he could recruit a ship doctor!
Excitement filled Tonk and he berated himself for having forgotten.
"Damn it, you're not allowed to die! Hang on, I'll find a doctor for you! Who cares about the afterlife!? I'll let you follow me and rule the seas in this life!"
Tonk pointed at Bernie, who was on the brink of death and roared.
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