Chapter 20 The Father

"Are you awake?"

This... is the voice of Reverend Lewis!

When Jon woke up, he hadn't opened his eyes when he heard the voice that made him respect and fear.

"I-I'm out of money!"

Hearing Louis' voice, Jon closed his eyes and shouted like a conditioned reflex, "I'm out of money ah ah ah ah-"

Louis just slapped him on the thigh and smiled helplessly: "Relax, you don't need to pay this time.

"Your lord has spoken. This is the injury you suffered in order to defend the frozen water port, and you have to go to the public account - that is to say, it can be reimbursed."

...too, very good.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he fell into a coma in the middle of the battle. I don't know how the battle will go after that, whether he has suffered other injuries and how long it has been delayed. So he didn't know how much it cost him to be healed... It's just a subconscious cry of poverty.

Although he was only shot once, and it was in the leg, it was a big deal to amputate. Because of the special technology of the Silver Jazz Church, the amputation surgery did not cost much.

But the old captain's treatment fee really scared Jon.

Because of the slow end of the battle, the old captain had no breath left when he was sent to the church. By the time he was carried to the church, the treatment fee had risen to twenty-six pounds—this was still the price after crying out for poverty, and it was twenty-eight pounds for moisture.

One thing to say, this price is indeed not sky-high.

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 was able to afford this amount of money. Or he could just sell his beautiful suit of 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 in the next half of his life... It is better to leave more money for the children.

The militias do not receive wages. When there's no fighting, they're just ordinary townspeople, each with their own job - mostly fishermen. The only benefit is that you can get a little meat to eat during the festival every year.

And when the town is in danger, they have to take up arms and assemble to buy time for the children and women to take refuge. And the militia can be joined with only one weapon, so most of them don't even have leather armor.

Most of them are good at using spears. After all, they were all fishermen. When they were young, they would go fork fish and play with speed and accuracy.

Most importantly, guns are not expensive. At least it is much cheaper than a steel long sword, at least to the extent that every family can afford it.

Of course, this is also because the frozen water port has no iron ore and can only be transported from outside.

But ordinary fishermen, if they don't catch anything of special value, 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 more than thirty pounds a year.

But the problem is that if you deduct daily expenses and taxes, you can save money every year, and there is really not much left.

Every fisherman can save a pound or two a year, and that's not bad.

If his injury is to be cured, it will cost at least four or five pounds. His family did pay for this amount of money. But once it is taken out, it means that his family's savings have been completely drained.

But his brother is getting married soon...

So Jon was very confused. He didn't even know how to tell his family. He once thought that it would be better to just die and let his family carry his body to the mayor to ask for money to make up for it.

Or like the old captain, spend ten shillings to dig out the bullet, heal the wound, and let the rest go.

It's up to Sir Silver to take care of him or not.

But come to think of it,

Silver Jue wouldn't like someone as stingy as him.

When he came back to his senses, Jon couldn't help but sigh: "I really thank the lord..."

This amount of money may not be worth much to these noble masters, and it may even be worth a meal for them. It may not be as valuable as a barrel of good wine and a comb.

If nothing else, a ferry ticket from Frozen Water Port to Wangdu costs a minimum of eight gold pounds.

But for these commoners, this is four or five years, or even six or seven years of savings, which will directly affect their family's life plans for the next few years or even more than a dozen years.

"Lord Lord is really a good person."

Jon sighed, trying to sit up from the bed.

"Be careful, don't do strenuous activities these days. Your wounds are not healed yet, so you can save old wounds."

Lewis urged, reaching out to support Jon's back and helping him sit up.

He asked Jon curiously, "Jon, what kind of person do you think your lord is?"

"Good man."

Jon said decisively.

"...because he paid you?"

Louis was dumbfounded.

Jon shook his head and whispered:

"Because he has such a good background, he can still treat us as people. I can still remember that people like us don't have much money in the family."

He glanced at the "robber" Leon, who was still in a coma, with a complicated expression: "I'm even willing to heal someone like him..."

"No, I think the Lord is willing to heal him, at least it must not be out of kindness. Well, let's not talk about that."

Reverend Lewis shrugged and said with interest: "You may not know how much respect... how fearful those who came with you have for your Lord."

"fear?"

Jon replied without hesitation: "Then they're going to be punished - why should you be afraid of someone who just saved yourself?

"Unlike our mayor, the mayor himself is a scholar from Frozen Water Harbor. He and I grew up together. It is normal for him to have a closer relationship with young people like us.

"But the lord, he is not. Whether these goods are lost or not has nothing to do with him... He will not charge us half of the tax just because the goods are lost. Whether we live or die has nothing to do with him. However, he is in Fighting those robbers in such a useless situation... Isn't this a just act?

"No matter how cruel the lord is to the enemy, his purpose is to protect us, to protect the frozen water port. The more cruel his methods are, the more respectable he is, because he fights for justice."

Jon replied confidently.

Annan's brief speech to them flashed through his mind, the soothing, exhilarating command.

As cold as the winter wind, and heart-warming—

"The most respectable thing is that as a lord... but he charged forward, the first to charge the robber!"

Jon said very seriously: "Lord Louis, you have to know that they have guns! These truckloads are half-life for us, but does he really care, Lord?"

Hearing this, Louis' face was slightly serious.

The tall red-haired priest nodded slowly: "You're right. Besides, you don't know, Jon... Lord Lord didn't even see your mayor when he entered the city, but brought the two of you directly. Going to the church. This is not in line with the rules, but I just happened to meet me on the road, and I hurriedly brought you directly here.

"If he is just for acting, there is no need to rush this time. Because to him, it doesn't really make a difference whether you live or die... The only difference is that you will pay more for the longer delay. Money and the body will also be damaged more seriously, and it may even only be amputated.

"He is the son of the earl, and he must also know that our Silver Lord Church is not good at healing. If you come two hours later... your leg may be gone."

With that said, Louis patted Jon's thigh again and said seriously: "You really have to thank the Lord, but it's not because he saves 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 breaks the rules. He thinks human life, your leg, is more important than his face."

The wound on the leg healed very well, and Jon didn't even feel pain after being patted twice by Louis.

But when he heard Louis's words, his heart was so warm that it was almost sour.

His admiration for Annan has almost risen to the level of fanaticism.

Although injured, he felt happy. Just like when he just succeeded the militia captain, 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 frightening age, he is not only brave, fair, and proper, but also has a warm and human heart.

Frozen Water Harbor is very fortunate to have such a father-like little lord.

Although the height is not very kind father...