Hearing this sentence, Priest Martin instantly understood. He stared into Reinhardt's eyes and asked.
"How much more do you want?"
"To capture a ship, it requires an extra twenty pounds! Such a Castilla Navy gunship, with the cost of construction and the cannons onboard, is worth three times the price! And if we capture that 'Saint Clarida', it requires thirty pounds of gold! That ship has four 10-pound heavy guns, and six 4-pound guns onboard!"
Speaking of gold, Reinhardt's face once again revealed a barely concealed longing. He froze, frowning, upon hearing such an offer. Where could he possibly find so much gold for Reinhardt? These mercenaries were too greedy...
"No way! Capturing a regular ship, an extra ten pounds of gold! Capturing the 'Saint Clarida', an extra twenty pounds! That's the limit of what I can agree to! If not, you can go back and wait for us to attack!"
