"Are you awake?"
This... is the voice of Priest Louis!
When Jon woke up, before he opened his eyes, he heard this voice that made him respect and fear.
"I, I have no money!"
Hearing Louis' voice, Jon closed his eyes reflexively and shouted, "I'm out of money—"
Louis just slapped him on the thigh, and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, you don't need to pay this time.
"Your lord has spoken. This is the injury you suffered while defending the Frozen Water Port, and you have to pay for it—that is, it can be reimbursed."
… so, so good.
Jon subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Because he fell into a coma halfway through the battle, and he didn't know what the battle would be like, whether he had suffered other injuries, and how long he was delayed. So he didn't know how much it would cost him to heal his injury... It was just a subconscious cry of poverty.
Although I was only shot once, and it was in the leg, it would be a big deal to amputate. Because of the special skills taught by Sir Silver, the amputation surgery does not cost much money.
But the old captain's treatment fee really scared Jon.
Because of the slow end of the battle, the old captain was already breathless when he was sent to the church. By the time he was brought to the church, the treatment fee had risen to twenty-six pounds—this was the price after crying for poverty, and it was twenty-eight pounds before with water.
There is one thing to say, this price is indeed not a sky-high price.
After all, this is the value of a human life.
The old captain can't afford it either.
After all, he used to be a veteran, and he had emptied his family, so he could still afford this little money. Or he could just sell his beautiful armor, not only to pay for the treatment, but more than enough.
He just didn't want to pay. He felt that he would not be able to earn this money back for the rest of his life... It would be better to leave some money for his children.
There is no salary for the militia. When they're not fighting, they're just ordinary townspeople, each with a job—mostly fishermen. The only benefit is to get a little meat to eat every year during the holidays.
And when the town is in danger, they will take up arms and gather together to buy time for the children and women to take refuge. The militia can join with only one weapon, so most of them don't even have leather armor.
Most of them are good at using spear stabs. After all, they were all fishermen. When they were young, they would go spearfishing when they had nothing to do. They were fast and accurate.
Most importantly, guns are not expensive. At least it was much cheaper than a fine steel long sword, at least to the extent that every family could afford it.
Of course, this is also due to the fact that there is no iron ore in the frozen water port and it can only be transported from outside.
But ordinary fishermen, if they don't catch anything particularly valuable, can earn more than ten pounds a year per person... This income is actually not low, much better than that of farmers in the interior.
You know, the mayor's clerk earns just over 30 pounds a year.
But the problem is, if daily expenses and taxes are deducted, there is really not much money left each year.
Every fisherman saves a pound or two a year, and that's pretty good.
If his injury is to be cured, it will cost at least four or five pounds. His family could indeed afford this amount of money. But once it is taken out, it means that his family's savings are completely drained.
But his younger brother is getting married soon...
So Jon was very tangled. He didn't even know how to tell his family. He once thought it would be better to die, and asked his family to carry his body to the mayor to ask for some money for compensation.
Or like the old captain, dig out the bullets and heal the wounds for ten shillings, and leave the rest to fate.
It depends on whether Sir Silver takes care of him or not.
But come to think of it, Yin Jue wouldn't like someone as stingy as him.
When he came back to his senses, Jon couldn't help but sigh: "Thank you, Lord Lord..."
To these aristocratic lords, this little money might not be considered a big deal, it might even be the price of their meal, and might not be worth as much as a barrel of good wine or a comb.
Among other things, just a boat ticket from Frozen Water Port to Wangdu costs at least eight gold pounds.
But for ordinary people like them, this is four to five years, or even six or seven years of savings, which will directly affect their family's life planning for the next few years or even ten years.
"The lord is really a good man."
Jon marveled, trying to sit up in bed.
"Be careful, don't do strenuous activities these few days. Your wound hasn't healed yet, so you won't get old injuries."
Louis urged, reached out to support Jon's back, and helped him sit up.
He asked Jon curiously: "Jon, what kind of person do you think your lord is?"
"Good guy."
Jon said firmly.
"...because he paid you?"
Louis couldn't laugh or cry.
Jon shook his head and said in a low voice:
"Because he has such a good background, he can still treat us as human beings. He can still remember that people like us don't have much money in their families."
He glanced at "Bandit" Leon, who was still in a coma, with a complicated expression on his face: "I'm even willing to heal someone like him..."
"No, I think the lord is willing to heal his wounds, at least not out of kindness. Well, let's not talk about that."
Priest Louis shrugged his shoulders, and said with great interest, "You may not know how much those people who came with you respect your lord... how afraid they are."
"fear?"
Jon replied without thinking: "Then they will be punished—why should they be afraid of someone who just saved themselves
"It's different from our mayor. The mayor himself is a scholar from Frozen Water Port. He grew up with me. It's normal for him to have a close relationship with us young people.
"But the lord is not. Whether these goods are lost or not has nothing to do with him... He will not charge us half of the tax because the goods are lost. Whether we live or die has nothing to do with him. However, he is here Fighting those bandits in such a useless situation... Isn't that just an act
"No matter how cruel the Lord's methods are to the enemy, his purpose is to protect us, to protect Frozen Water Port. The crueler his methods, the more worthy of respect, because he fought for justice."
Jon replied confidently.
Annan's short speech to them flashed through his mind, the deflated, exhilarating orders.
As cold as the winter wind, yet heart-pounding—
"The most respectable thing is, my lord, as the lord...but he charged ahead, the first to charge towards the robbers!"
Jon said very seriously: "Lord Louis, you know, they have guns! These truckloads of things are half-life for us, but does he really care?"
Hearing this, Louis' expression was slightly serious.
The tall red-haired priest nodded slowly: "You are right. Besides, you don't know, Jon... the lord didn't even go to see your mayor when he entered the city, but took the two of you directly to The church left. This is not in compliance with the rules. I just happened to meet me on the road, so I hurriedly brought you here directly.
"If he's just doing it for acting, there's no need to rush the time. Because to him, it doesn't make any difference whether you live or die... The only difference is that you will pay more because of the longer delay , The body will be damaged more seriously, and may even have to be amputated.
"He is the son of the earl, and he must know that our Yinjue church is not good at healing. If you come two hours later... your leg may be gone."
As he said that, Louis patted Jon's thigh again, and said seriously: "You really have to thank the lord, but it's not because he saved you money, and it's not because he can remember that you commoners have no money. .
"It's because he really cares about your life and health... that's why he broke the rules. He thinks human life, your leg, is more important than his face."
The wound on his leg healed very well, and Jon didn't even feel any pain when Louis slapped him twice.
But when he heard Louis' words, his heart was so warm that it was almost bitter.
His admiration for Annan has almost risen to the level of fanaticism.
Although injured, he felt happy. It was like when he just took over as the captain of the militia, his father quietly took out his coffin and replaced him with a half-new leather breastplate.
No expression is required. No need for words.
Just the act itself is enough to warm people's hearts.
Although the lord has a cold face and a frighteningly young age, he is not only brave, fair, and properly handled, but also has a warm and humane heart.
Frozenwater Harbor is so lucky to have such a paternal... little lord.
Although the height is not very loving father...