Elvin came to the island's residential area and stopped in front of a wooden house that had been built in advance by the Donglun branch company's advance personnel. It had a strong local style.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A few moments later.
A young soldier opened the door and immediately saluted Elvin when he saw him.
"Your Excellency, you're here."
"How's the First Mate?"
Elvin walked into the room and casually asked about Borg's current condition.
"After taking your potion, the First Mate has recovered quite well. Most importantly, his wound wasn't infected.
After coming to Hatrapha Port, the conditions are much better than on the ship. It's almost healed. "
The soldier looked at Elvin with reverence that was almost overflowing from his eyes.
He was a legend to begin with, and he had led his subordinates to victory after victory. He had even completely annihilated the invincible Shilius's naval fleet!
Now, he had saved their lives while they were in pain. In the eyes of a portion of soldiers with firm beliefs, he was simply the incarnation of a saint!
This view was very popular on Storm Horn, and it definitely wasn't an exception.
In fact, the soldier's thoughts weren't exaggerated at all.
In this era, modern medicine had just taken off, and bloodletting therapy was still very popular. For the pirates who lived in harsh conditions, the best medicine, or rather, the only medicine, after being injured was highly concentrated rum.
Even if the conditions were better, they would only get a bottle of inferior "holy water" that had been mixed with an unknown amount of water.
Elvin, on the other hand, not only did he have sufficient high-end military holy water, but he also had all kinds of "healing potions" that he had personally concocted. They were especially effective for external injuries and large-scale bleeding.
Thanks to Elvin's proficiency in "potioneering," they had obtained an excessive supply of medicine, which saved the lives of most of the wounded on the ship.
It had to be noted that the number of indirect deaths on the battlefield (delayed treatment, infection, excessive bleeding) was even higher than the number of direct deaths.
If it weren't for these potions, the total number of deaths would've definitely exceeded half of the total!
However, Elvin felt that he should find an excellent doctor sooner or later.
With his understanding of the human body from the Revitalization School, although he could temporarily act as a doctor, there were just too many strange illnesses in a tropical environment like the Golden Sea.
It was far from being as simple as ordinary external injuries.
If one stayed in such an environment all year round, no one could guarantee that they would not fall sick. Even superhumans were not immune to it.
He knocked on the door and went into Borg's bedroom.
Although they were on an island in the New World, as the highest-ranking officer among the wounded, Borg's living conditions here were quite good.
There were silk quilts, pajamas, ceramic tableware, premium black tea … All kinds of high-end daily necessities were available.
Before Borg could get up, he had already stepped forward to support him.
"Just lie down. Mr. First Officer, are you feeling better?
When can you join us again? 'Storm Horn' can't do without you! "
Hearing this.
A smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged first mate who was wearing pajamas. He raised his right arm to show him. His upper arm and elbow had completely disappeared.
In fact, there was an even more serious wound below his right rib, almost touching his internal organs.
It was a wound caused by the senior Knight Stanley, the captain of the enemy warship, in the chaotic battle on "Starden Castle", who was also wearing "Activated Animal Skin".
Under the medical conditions of this era, it was basically enough to declare him dead.
But now, the wound on his arm had already stopped bleeding and scabbed over, leaving only a terrible scar.
It was the residue of the rapid healing under the effect of the magic potion. After a while, the skin there would be no different from other parts of the body.
"Thank you for the magic potion, Sir Captain! My wound is almost completely healed.
But … "
Borg first thanked Elvin solemnly for the treatment, then looked straight into his eyes and said the decision he had been thinking about for a long time while lying in bed.
"Please allow me to apply for retirement, Sir Captain!"
"Retirement? If you're worried about your hand, there's no need for that. I'll find a way for you. "
Although the first mate's ability was not particularly outstanding, he had been conscientiously assisting Elvin in managing the ship since he boarded the "Roaring Conch". At least in terms of logistics, he had not made any major mistakes.
No matter what, he still worked hard.
At least Elvin had never thought of replacing him.
"Sir Captain, you don't have to persuade me.
After such a long time after the battle, I've already thought it through. Compared to the old fellows on the ship who have already gone to heaven, this is already a gift from the Goddess.
I know that with your strength, you can definitely make this broken arm not affect my work.
But no one knows my ability better than me. In fact, other than logistics, I'm not qualified to be the first mate of a battleship.
The first mate of the 'Storm Horn' should be left to the future Sage! "
Elvin was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a wave of his hand.
"Sir Captain! You see, I've already received so much loot as a bonus. Do you still expect an old man like me to have the ambition to charge into the sea again? "
Looking at this "old" officer with white hair and a face full of hardships, especially his determined and relieved eyes.
Elvin's body paused for a moment.
Knowing that he had made up his mind, he finally stopped trying to persuade him.
Compared to a dangerous life on the sea or a peaceful and rich old age, which was better? He really did not have the right to make decisions for others.
Especially an ordinary person who was not even an Extraordinary.
"Alright! I respect your decision and choice, Mr. Bog.
I agree to your retirement application in principle.
I will always remember those years when we fought side by side.
After you recover, I'll arrange for a warship to send you back to Faletis as soon as possible.
Have a good rest, just like before. If there's anything in the future, you can always come to me, the captain! "
Pa!
After a solemn military salute, Elvin did not disturb him anymore. He turned around and left the room.
Behind him, Bog, who was lying on the bed, solemnly returned the salute. He looked at Elvin's back that was gradually disappearing from the window. For a long time, he did not put down his only intact left hand.
After a long time, there was a low sigh.
"Major Boris will be a good first mate!"
.....
With Elvin's current ability, the "Limb Regrowth" potion formula was ready-made in "Flesh and Blood Ritual". Even the raw materials could be obtained from the New World as long as he was willing to pay the price.
But Elvin could also see through Bog's true thoughts.
He obviously did not want to occupy the second most important position on the warship with his seniority. Especially after Boris, who was far above him in terms of ability, experience, strength, and military rank, this tendency became more and more obvious.
Perhaps even if the "accident" of the broken arm did not happen, after a period of adjustment, he would take the initiative to step down.
However, Elvin could not let Bog drag his broken body and leave in disappointment.
"Well, with a little work, this merit should be enough for Bog to return to the Third Fleet as a civilian major.
In any case, in this era, even if it's just a nominal major, it's much better than a rich man with a huge sum of money, or it's much safer! "
After leaving Bog's residence, Elvin went to visit the other soldiers who were injured in the battle.
After taking the potion that Elvin carefully concocted.
After recuperating on the way back and on the island, most of the injured had recovered and should be able to return to work in three to five days.
And these soldiers who had been tempered by blood and fire would be the true backbone of the "Storm Horn"!
As for the severely injured like Bog, even if they recovered, it would be difficult for them to return to the battlefield.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of trophies from Storm Horn some time ago. If he returned to Faletis with the credit and the bonus, at least his life would be guaranteed. It was not impossible for him to even get an official position in the local garrison.
After such a long time, Elvin had already adjusted his mentality. As long as he was still at sea, or a day he did not become the strongest, this kind of thing would always be unavoidable.
What happened to the Starden Castle today might even happen to him tomorrow.
There was no use in wallowing in self-pity, the only thing he could do was to become stronger! Stronger strength, stronger influence, then gain the right to control his own destiny!
So, he had another important job to do today.
After completing the overall inspection work on the island, it was already evening.
Elvin came to the embryonic port. There was already a merchant ship that belonged to the Donglun Company waiting for him here.
In addition to the merchant ship, there was another person here, and that was the current chief of the ship's cannoneer, Lieutenant Colonel Boris.
At this moment.
This tall officer with light blonde hair and a messy beard was not as calm as he usually was. He was pacing back and forth by the side of the ship. From time to time, he looked up in the direction of the inland. Obviously, there was something that was distracting him.
When he saw Elvin appear, his eyes instantly lit up and he took a few steps forward.
"Sir Captain, you're finally here!"
"Lieutenant Colonel Boris, how can I forget what I promised you?
It took some time to arrange the work on the island these few days. We can set off now. Let's go see Calvin together. "
Calvin was Boris' son who was seriously ill.
After the war, after seeing Elvin's miraculous ability, Boris could not help but have a renewed hope for his son's strange illness. Ordinary doctors and priests of the church could not solve the problem, but perhaps the means of a wizard could?
For a father, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up on his son. So he took the initiative to beg Elvin for help. He had to try no matter what.
This was exactly what Elvin wanted.
Everything was because of the person. Now, an excellent talent was by his side.
Especially when the loss of personnel was so serious, how could Elvin just watch Boris retire and waste his talent?
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