Ai Wen came to the residential area on the island and stopped in front of a wooden house with a strong local style that was built in advance by the Dong Lun Branch company's advance personnel.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lean less.

A young soldier heard the sound and opened the door. When he saw Alvin outside the door, he immediately stood at attention and saluted:

"Your Majesty, Captain, you are here."

"How is the first mate?"

Ivan walked into the room and casually asked about Borg's current situation.

"After taking your potion, Mr. First Mate is recovering well. The most important thing is that the wound is not infected.

After arriving at the port of Kharafa, the conditions were much better than on the ship, and we are almost healed now."

The soldier's eyes looked at Ivan with real reverence that almost overflowed.

He is legendary in many ways, and he can lead his subordinates to victory after victory, even completely annihilating the invincible Cyrus naval fleet!

Now he has saved their lives in pain. Among some soldiers with firm faith, this is simply the incarnation of a "saint"!

This view is very popular on the "Stormhorn" and is definitely not an exception.

In fact, the soldier's thoughts are not exaggerated at all.

In this era, modern medicine had just begun, and bloodletting was still very popular. For those pirates who lived in harsh living conditions, the best medicine or the only medicine after being injured was strong rum.

No matter how good the conditions are, it is just a bottle of low-quality "holy water" that has been mixed with an unknown amount of water.

Aiwen not only has sufficient high-end military holy water, but also various "healing potions" prepared by himself, which are especially effective in treating trauma and large-scale bleeding.

Thanks to Ivan's proficiency in "potions", they obtained an excess supply of medicines and were able to save the lives of most of the wounded on the ship.

We must know that the number of indirect casualties on the battlefield (lack of timely treatment, infection, excessive bleeding) is higher than the number of direct casualties.

If it weren't for these potions, the final total number of deaths would definitely have exceeded half!

But Ivan felt that sooner or later he should find a doctor who was good enough.

Thanks to the "activation school"'s understanding of the human body, although he can temporarily serve as a doctor, there are too many strange and bizarre diseases in a tropical environment like the "Golden Sea".

It is far from being as simple as an ordinary trauma.

If you live in this kind of environment all year round, no one can guarantee that you will never get sick, not even extraordinary people.

Knock on the door and enter Borg's bedroom.

Although he is on an island in the New World, as the highest-ranking officer among the wounded, Borg's living conditions here are still very good.

Silk quilts, pajamas, ceramic tableware, top-quality black tea...all high-end daily necessities are available.

Before Berg heard the noise and stood up, he had already stepped forward to support him.

"Just lie down. My first mate, are you feeling better?

When can we rejoin the fleet, the ‘Stormhorn’ cannot do without you!”

Hear the words.

The middle-aged first mate in pajamas showed a smile on his face and raised his right arm to show him. The upper arm and the elbow had completely disappeared.

In fact, there was a more serious wound under the right rib, which almost touched the internal organs.

That was the injury sustained by Stanley, the senior knight of the enemy ship's captain, during the melee on the Stardenburg, when the first mate, who was also wearing an "animated animal skin", was cut with a sword.

Under the medical conditions of this era, death can basically be declared.

But now the wound on the arm has stopped bleeding and scabbed, leaving only a terrible scar.

Those are the remnants of rapid healing under the action of the magic potion. As long as a period of time passes, there will be no difference between the skin there and other places.

"Thank you, Captain, for the magic potion! My wound has almost completely healed.

but..."

Berg first solemnly thanked Alvin for his treatment, then looked directly into his eyes and said the decision he had been thinking about for a long time while lying in bed these days:

"Please allow me to apply for retirement from you, Captain!"

"Retirement? If you are worried about your hand, then there is no need. I will find a solution for you."

Although this first mate is not particularly capable, he has been conscientiously assisting Ivan in managing the ship since he boarded the "Conch". At least there has not been any major logistical mistakes.

No matter what, there is still hard work.

At least Alvin never had the idea of ​​replacing him.

"Your Majesty, Captain, you don't need to persuade me.

After such a long time after the battle, I have thought clearly about it. Compared with the old guys on the ship who have already gone to heaven, this is already a gift from the goddess.

I know that with your power, I can prevent this disabled arm from affecting my work.

But no one knows my own abilities better than me. In fact, except for logistics, I am simply not qualified for the position of chief mate of a battleship.

Let’s leave the first mate of the ‘Stormhorn’ to the wiser people in the future!”

Ai Wen was about to say something, but was interrupted by him waving his hand.

"Your Excellency, Captain! You see, I have already received so much loot, do I still expect such an old man to still have the ambition to charge into battle in the sea?"

Looking at this "old" officer with gray hair and weathered face, especially his firm yet relieved eyes.

Alvin paused for a moment.

Knowing that he had made up his mind, he finally stopped trying to dissuade him.

Which is better, a dangerous life at sea or a comfortable and prosperous old age? I am really not qualified to make decisions for others.

Especially an ordinary person who is not even an extraordinary person.

"Okay! I respect your decision and choice, Mr. Berg.

I agree in principle to the application for retirement.

I will always remember those years of fighting side by side.

After you recover from your injuries, I will arrange for a warship to return to Phaletis as soon as possible to send you back.

You should have a good rest, and just like before, you can always come to me, captain, if you need anything in the future!"

Snapped--

After giving a solemn military salute, Aiwen turned around and left the room without disturbing him again.

Behind him, Borg was lying on the bed and returned the greeting solemnly, staring at Alvin's retreating back outside the window, and did not put down his only intact left hand for a long time.

After a long time, there was a deep sigh:

"Major Boris will make a good first officer!"

...

Based on Aiwen's current ability, the magic potion formula for "rebirth of severed limbs" is readily available in "The Ritual of Flesh". Even the raw materials can be obtained from the New World sooner or later as long as they are willing to pay the price.

But Alvin can also see Borg's true thoughts.

He obviously does not want to occupy the second most important position on this battleship based on his seniority. Especially after Boris, who is far above him in ability, experience, strength, and military rank, came on board, this tendency has become more and more obvious.

.

Maybe even if this "accident" with a broken arm hadn't happened, after a period of adjustment, he would have taken the initiative to step down and give way to someone better.

However, it was impossible for Ivan to let Borg just drag his body and leave sadly:

"Well, with a little bit of work, this credit should be enough for Borg to return to the Third Fleet as a civilian major.

In any case, in this era, a naval lieutenant commander, even in name, is much stronger, or much safer, than a rich man with a huge amount of money!"

After leaving Borg's residence, Ivan went to visit other soldiers injured in the battle.

After taking the potion carefully prepared by Alvin.

After recuperating on the return voyage and on the island, most of the injured have recovered and should be able to return to work in three to five days at most.

And these soldiers who have been tempered by blood and fire will be the real backbone of the "Storm Horn"!

As for seriously injured soldiers with physical disabilities like Borg, it is difficult to return to combat even if they recover from their injuries.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of loot from the "Storm Horn" some time ago. With this contribution and dividends back to Falatis, at least life is guaranteed, and it is not unreasonable to even work as an official in the local garrison.

possible.

After such a long time, Alvin has already adjusted his mentality. As long as he is still on the sea or does not become the strongest for a day, this kind of thing will always be inevitable.

Even the "Stardenburg" today may not become our own tomorrow.

There is no use in feeling sorry for yourself. The only thing you can do is to become stronger! Be stronger and stronger, and then gain the qualification to control your own destiny!

So, he has another important job to do today.

After completing the overall inspection of the island, it was already evening.

Ivan arrived at the port that was beginning to take shape, where a merchant ship belonging to the Dong Lun Branch Company was already waiting for him.

In addition to the merchant ship, there is another person here, and that is the current gunnery chief on the ship - Lieutenant Colonel Boris.

at this time.

This tall officer with light blond hair and a messy beard changed his usual composure and paced beside the ship repeatedly. From time to time he raised his head and looked inland, obviously there was something on his mind.

When he saw Alvin appear, his eyes lit up instantly and he took a few steps forward:

"Your Excellency Captain, you are finally here!"

"Lieutenant Colonel Boris, how could I forget what I promised you?

I wasted some time arranging work on the island these days, now we can set off, let’s go see Calvin together.”

Calvin is Boris's seriously ill son.

After the war, after seeing Ivan's magical ability, Boris couldn't help but rekindled hope for his son's weird illness. For problems that ordinary doctors and church priests couldn't solve, maybe wizards could use wizards' methods?

For a father, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is impossible to give up on his son. So he proactively begged Alvin for help and gave it a try no matter what.

This plays right into Alvin's wish.

Everything happens because of people, and now excellent talents are around you.
Chapter completed!