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"If all you want is someone to show you the way, maybe you can go out and buy a slave." It was the shipyard owner who spoke.

In this age of pirates, they often get orders from pirates. So often associated with the dark world.

"Buying a slave? Is that reliable?" Milo asked.

"Usually, that's not a problem, after all he's going to be in the same boat as you, isn't it? Unless the slave wants to live and drag you into the water. Otherwise, it's not a problem to just lead the way. But don't rely too much on him, After all, they are only slaves, and most likely will not be excellent navigators. The shipyard owner replied.

At sea, the master of the sailor holds the lives of all on board, and no one will give his life to someone he cannot fully trust. So the market for sailor slaves is not very good, and their prices are not much higher than ordinary people.

"I have a friend who works in this business, shall I introduce you to him? His name is Obans," he continued.

Wen Ke thinks it's a good idea too, better than they go all in vain.

Anyway, even if they only had a compass, they could wander around safely without worrying that the slaves they bought would play tricks and purposefully lead them in the wrong direction or something.

Even if things don't go according to plan, the worst case scenario is that things go according to Wen Ke's original plan. That plan..., should be fine.

Milo was still not sure, but there was nothing he could do, and at 607 he nodded to Wen Ke.

"Okay, then it's settled, let's go out and buy a slave who can swim." Wen Ke said.

Although he was the captain of the ship and made decisions that Milo had no right to object to, he had to take into account the opinions of the crew.

And frankly, he had no choice about the itinerary for this voyage, who said there were no technicians among them? He would be delighted if someone led him.

Wen Ke took Carter and Milo to a shop run by a slave trader introduced by the shipyard owner.

It was a bar, like a normal bar, with a self-closing door, wooden tables and chairs, two electric fans hanging from the ceiling, not much difference to notice.

"I want to buy slaves." Wen Ke said immediately, and when he walked in, the bar was empty and not a single customer.

"What did you say, boy? It's a bar, and you've come to the wrong place, haven't you? I'm a serious businessman. 99

Of course Obans would not admit it lightly. There is no order on the island, but neither is it rampant enough to allow this kind of illegal trade to take place in public.

The average pirate lives in a random place and can not care about exposure. Someone like him who settled here couldn't be too frivolous. People have to be careful not to get caught.

He usually only sells to people he knows, and a few big customers often come to him to buy goods.

But in this way, the price will not be too high, and it will inevitably be suppressed. In order to make more profit, he would sometimes sell it to passing pirates.

Of course, he didn't sell everyone, he first had to prove that the other party was a real pirate, so that he wouldn't run into something like a scout on the sea. The best way to prove it is to offer a bounty.

"A? I'm sure I'm going the wrong way. Or are you kidding me?" Wen Ke crumpled the stick.

"Huh?" Guest, this is your first time here? Who instructed you to come?" Obans didn't look like Marine's scouts, they wouldn't be so squeamish. These are pirates Attacks in a short period of time.

"This is the first time, shipyard owner. I need a slave who knows the art of sailing. Do you have one here?"

"Actually, my establishment is an ordinary bar. The people you take in are usually regular customers, and you have to recognize your face to get a discount.

Milo heard what he meant, and face recognition was the key.

In fact, the winery owner was about to tell Wen Ke that if strangers wanted to buy something, they had to confirm their identity, preferably by showing a bounty, but Wen Ke left without listening.

Wen Ke is still struggling with the offer. Offer? What kind of offer. I just want good quality, money is not the point. 35

Milo said. "Wen Ke, do you have a wanted warrant? Get it so he can recognize his face.

A green void appeared in front of Carter, who looked inside and pulled Wen Ke's bounty out.

Wen Ke looked (aiab) last time and didn't say if it was still free, so he put it in the space. He has a habit of throwing things into the space of his backpack.

Orbans' eyes widened in shock, five hundred million Baileys?"

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After all, the photos on the bounty are not the same as the living people. If you take a few glances at such "pirates", they will pass by.

They don't think their paths will intersect, so they don't pay much attention. This caused him not to recognize Wen Ke.

"Please, please." Obans suddenly became very enthusiastic, opened a secret door, and led Wen Ke through a long passage.

Eventually, they came to a spacious basement. There are also two passages that lead to nowhere.

It was a prison, divided into several rooms. Several were locked up with collars around their necks and shackles on their hands and feet.

These collars are not the kind that will explode. His "goods" are not of high quality and don't need such a thing.

The expressions on the prisoners' faces were sad, and some were sobbing. Wen Ke also saw a few people who seemed remorseful that they might have been deceived.

Obans took him to a prison where several women were being held. They wore shabby clothes, their faces were covered with tears, but their bodies were clean and flawless.

The conditions here are much better than the places we just visited, and the "goods" are probably of a higher class, so hawkers have to be careful about what they sell.

"Are you leading us to the wrong place? I want sailors, not women," said Wen Ke, 35.

"But the two aren't contradictory, are they?" Orpheus smiled.

"Look at this." He pointed to a separate cage.

It was a girl with purple hair, fair skin, and dark blue eyes, looking about twelve or thirteen years old. She sat very quietly, creating a sense of silence.

She saw someone coming, looked up, no expression on her face. Wen Ke felt a hint of fear in her penetrating eyes. However, Wen Ke's heart was not moved at all.

"You said she was a navigator?"

"Caroline, from an aristocratic family, is thirteen years old, and has been flipping through books ever since she became obsessed with sailing. She can answer all kinds of questions about the ocean accurately. She will not only be yours when sailing Good assistant, and her gentle face combined with her plump figure, I believe it will look very flattering in your room

Osborne made a business explanation. .

This looks good, but Wen Ke is more concerned with practicality. he asked. "But it doesn't look like she has any sailing experience. I want this, is there anything else? 99

"It's..., sorry, just not. Voyager is not a popular product.

"so be it.