The first thing Annan did after entering the city was not to transfer power to the mayor of Frozen Water Port.
Instead, they took the wounded first and swarmed to the only church in Frozen Water Harbor.
The injuries of the other militiamen were not serious, but the key was Leon and Jon—two of them, one was frostbitten by Annan's cold contact, and the other was hit in the thigh by lead bullets, and the bullets remained in his body. Both were unconscious and unconscious.
The injuries of the two of them had to be dealt with immediately, otherwise their lives would be in danger.
Coincidentally, Annan also wanted to see how the churches of this world deal with wounds...
"However, my lord...we only have the church of Sir Silver here."
An older militiaman boldly whispered to Annan: "Pastor Yinjue, treatment costs money..."
"Don't worry about money."
Annan didn't turn his head, but said plainly: "Jon was injured to protect the people of Frozen Water Port and to maintain my dignity as a lord. When I succeed the mayor, I will naturally pay for him to be cured.
"And Leon... as long as he can be awake for a while. It doesn't need to heal his injuries completely. It won't cost much, right... You do the math?"
"That robber is easy to talk about," the middle-aged militiaman calculated from the side, "Without thorough treatment, this kind of injury would only cost about ten shillings. But the gunshot wound... luckily it was on the leg, it would cost about four shillings." a pound."
Speaking of this, he glanced at Annan cautiously, lest the too young little lord just said it out of face, and became angry after hearing the price.
Seeing that Annan's face didn't change much, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
As expected of the earl's child, but rich and powerful...
But what the middle-aged people don't know is that Annan just has no concept of the world's currency and purchasing power.
And it wasn't him who paid for it anyway.
Annan can only be sure that the former mayor of Dongshuigang will definitely be able to pay for this money.
Because when he was on the boat, there were eight gold coins and a dozen or so silver coins in the small wallet that Don Juan carried with him. This should only be pocket money, because considering Don Juan's age, all the money he brought should be in the hands of the housekeeper.
Since the pocket money that Don Juan brought was at least eight gold coins, there was no reason why the mayor could not afford it.
Just like what Annan said to the middle-aged man before - Jon was injured in order to protect the people of Frozen Water Port and to maintain my dignity as a lord. Are you embarrassed not to treat him
If you are in the mood, then you should not be the mayor of this town at all.
Don Juan was originally going to succeed the lord of the Northern Sea Territory. Deepwater Port was only the city with the best infrastructure, and it was also the first town he saw after disembarking.
In other words, the territory that Annan now controls is not just such a small town. He still has the right to dismiss at least one mayor.
If the mayor is smart enough, let him go bankrupt and avoid disaster. If he's dull-witted, this is just the thing to drag him down logically.
Thinking of this, Annan asked again: "In addition to the injuries of those of you? How much will it cost to deal with it together?"
This complicated mathematical calculation obviously stumped the middle-aged militia.
He looked back carefully for a while, muttering words.
He muttered with embarrassment: "Probably...however..."
"--five pounds eight shillings plus thirteen and three-quarters pence . . . my lord."
The man who spoke was a fast-talking, well-dressed man: "For your sake, the change will be wiped off. Five pounds plus eight shillings, thank you for your patronage."
Annan stopped walking when he heard the words, and turned his head to look carefully at the person who spoke.
It was a red-haired young man who looked about twenty-seven. His dark red hair was combed back neatly, and his strong figure of at least 1.8 meters made him look quite oppressive.
He was wearing a white dress resembling a long suit, the fabric was very fine. And in his chest pocket, there was a rather large silver pocket watch half exposed. The pattern on the pocket watch was exactly the same as that on the silver coin, and the other end of the pocket watch was fastened to his neckline.
But unlike the red-haired man's mouthful businessman's tone, the militiamen treated him with great respect. Unlike the respect for Annan, which is mixed with awe and alienation, this is more similar to the kind of heartfelt respect for a doctor or a teacher.
They bowed deeply to the red-haired man, reached out and tapped their neckline and heart twice.
"Salute to the silver coin, Lord Louis."
The militiamen said respectfully to the man named Louis.
Louis just smiled and took out the pocket watch, snapped it open at the neckline, and responded to them: "May you also be loved by Silver Jue today."
Seeing the morning light reflected by the silver pocket watch, Annan felt that his body seemed to be getting warmer.
And he clearly knew that this was not his illusion:
[You have been blessed by the God of Trade "Silver Sir"]
[In the next 24 hours, you are more likely to get windfall]
Synchronously, such a system prompt appeared in front of his eyes.
... It turns out that he is the righteous god who manages money.
So Annan immediately obeyed his inner thoughts and bowed respectfully to Louis.
"Master Louis, why are you here?"
A young militiaman with a bloody wound on his arm asked, he didn't seem to be afraid of the righteous priest: "Don't you usually stay in the temple for a day?"
"That's because you got up too late, Ellen."
Louis chuckled helplessly: "Every morning after my morning prayer, I would go out for morning exercises. Yin Jue taught us to breathe the morning air often, and hard work will bring wealth."
"By the way, Lord Louis."
Annan interrupted their conversation: "Let's take a look at their injuries first. Jon was shot and I think he needs to be treated as soon as possible... Keep the money in the account first, let the mayor pay it back, just tell him to tell me of."
"Let me take a look."
Hearing this, Louis' expression became slightly serious.
He walked to the unconscious Jon, took out a polished silver coin from his pocket, put it on his forehead, and flicked his finger lightly.
I saw the silver coin made a long sound of "Zheng-". Then it blacked out by nearly half.
Then he picked up the silver coin and flicked it in the air. The black marks faded away.
And he put the silver coin on Leon's forehead, and also measured it. This time, more than two-thirds of the silver coins have been hacked.
"The injuries are indeed dangerous. I have to take them away first, my lord."
As he said that, Louis put away the silver coins, put the two people on each side of the shoulders, and confirmed to Annan again: "This person only needs to rescue him, right?"
"Yes."
Annan nodded.
The young militiamen on the side were not afraid, and shouted loudly: "He is the leader of the robbers from last time! They came again today, and they were defeated by the lord and arrested! Don't make it easy for him—"
An older militiaman next to him quickly tugged his arm, signaling him not to talk so much in front of the lord.
Annan looked at him curiously.
These militiamen... don't seem to be particularly afraid of him. But this is not because of the poor mountains and rivers here, they have become troublemakers who defy authority. And just because young people aren't particularly afraid of authority figures.
But old people don't do that. They were still in awe of the identity of "Don Juan", just as Annan expected.
Is it because of the mayor
Looks like I really need to see him.
"Then let's go to the mayor first, please take care of their injuries first."
Annan said politely to Priest Louis.
Louis was a little surprised to see Annan being so polite to him.
Then he quickly nodded with a smile on his face: "Put it on me.
"In the name of Lord Silver—since I've received the money, I'll definitely do you good things."