The first thing Annan did after entering the city was not to go to the mayor of Dongshui Port to transfer power.
Instead, they first took the injured and swarmed to the only church in the frozen water port.
The injuries of the other militiamen were not serious, but the key was Leon and Jon - of the two of them, one was frostbitten by Annan's cold contact, and the other was hit in the thigh by a lead bullet, and the bullet was still in the body. Both of them were unconscious.
Lost consciousness.
Their injuries must be treated immediately, otherwise their lives may easily be in danger.
It just so happened that Annan also wanted to see how the church in this world dealt with wounds...
"But, Lord...we only have the church of Sir Silver here."
An older militiaman bravely whispered to Annan: "Yinjue's priest, treatment costs money..."
"Don't worry about money."
Annan didn't look back, but said calmly: "Jon was injured to protect the people of Frozen Water Port and to maintain my dignity as a lord. When I take over as mayor, I will naturally pay for his cure.
"As for Leon... it just needs to keep him awake for a while. There is no need to completely cure his injuries. It won't cost much... Can you do the math?"
"That robber is easy to talk about," the middle-aged militiaman said after hearing this. "Without thorough treatment, this kind of injury only costs about ten shillings. But the gunshot wound...fortunately it was on the leg. It only cost about ten shillings."
Four gold pounds."
Having said this, he glanced at Annan cautiously, lest this young lord just said it casually to save face and become angry after hearing the price.
Seeing that Annan's expression didn't change much, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected of the Earl's child, he is rich and powerful...
But what the middle-aged people don't know is that Annan actually just has no concept of currency and purchasing power in this world.
And he didn’t pay for it anyway.
Annan could only be sure that the former mayor of Dongshui Port would be able to pay for it.
Because when he was on the ship, there were eight gold coins and more than a dozen silver coins in the small wallet that Don Juan carried with him. This should only be pocket money, because considering Don Juan's age, the money he brought should be
It's all in the hands of the butler.
Since the pocket money Don Juan brought was at least eight gold coins, there was no reason why the mayor couldn't afford it.
Just like what Annan said to the middle-aged man before - Jon was injured 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 have a good intention, then you might as well stop being the mayor of this town.
Don Juan was originally going to succeed the lord of the Northern Sea Territory, and the deep-water port was only the city with the best infrastructure among them, and it was also the first town he saw after getting off the ship.
In other words, the territory Annan now controls is actually not just a small town. He still has the right to remove at least one mayor.
If the mayor is smart, let him lose money and avoid disaster. If he is stupid, just use this matter to drag him down in a reasonable way.
Thinking of this, Annan asked again: "What about the injuries of you people? How much will it cost if we treat them together?"
This complex mathematical calculation obviously baffled the middle-aged militiaman.
He turned around and looked at it carefully for a while, mumbling something.
He looked a little embarrassed and muttered: "Probably... no matter what..."
"--five pounds eight shillings plus thirteen and three-quarters of a penny...my lord."
The speaker was a man who spoke very quickly and was neatly dressed: "For your sake, I'll give you the change. Five pounds plus eight shillings. Thank you for your patronage."
Annan stopped when he heard the words, turned around and looked at the person who spoke carefully.
He was a red-haired young man who looked about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. His dark red hair was neatly combed back, and his muscular build, which was at least 1.8 meters tall, made him look quite imposing.
He was wearing a white dress that resembled a long suit, and the fabric was very good. In the pocket on his chest, he carried a rather large silver pocket watch that was half exposed. The pattern on the pocket watch was exactly the same as the pattern on the silver coin. The pocket watch
The other end was tied to his collar.
But unlike the red-haired man's businessman tone, the militiamen's attitude towards him was very respectful. Different from the respect for Annan that was mixed with awe and alienation, this was more similar to the respect for doctors or teachers.
A respect that comes from the heart.
They bowed deeply to the red-haired man and tapped their collars and hearts twice.
"Hail the silver coin, Lord Louis."
The militiamen said respectfully to the man named Louis.
Louis just smiled and took out his pocket watch, opened it at the collar, and responded to them: "May you also be loved by Yin Jue today."
Seeing the morning light reflected by the silver pocket watch, Annan felt that his body seemed to feel warmer.
And he knew clearly that this was not his illusion:
[You have been blessed by the God of Trade "Sir Silver"]
[In the next 24 hours, you will be more likely to get windfall]
Simultaneously, such a system prompt appeared in front of his eyes.
...It turns out he is the righteous god in charge of money.
So Annan immediately obeyed his inner thoughts and bowed to Louis respectfully.
"Lord Louis, why are you here?"
A young militiaman with a bloody hole on his arm asked. He didn't seem to be afraid of this righteous priest: "Don't you usually stay in the temple for the whole day?"
"That's because you got up too late, Alan."
Louis chuckled helplessly: "After my morning prayers every morning, I go out for morning exercises. Yin Jue teaches us that we should always breathe the morning air. Diligence will bring wealth."
"By the way, Sir Louis."
Annan interrupted their conversation: "Please take a look at their injuries first. Jon was shot, and I think he needs to be treated as soon as possible... Record the money first, and let the mayor pay it back. Just follow his instructions. It's me."
Said."
"Let me take a look."
Hearing this, Lewis' face became slightly serious.
He walked to the unconscious Jon, took out a polished silver coin from his arms, put it on his forehead, and flicked it with his fingers.
The silver coin made a long "clang-" sound, and then nearly half of it was blackened.
Then he picked up the silver coin and shook it in the air. The black traces faded away.
Then he placed the silver coin on Leon's forehead and measured it again. This time, more than two-thirds of the silver coin had been blackened.
"The injuries are indeed dangerous. I have to take them away first, Lord."
With that said, Louis put away the silver coins, put the two people directly on his shoulders, and confirmed to Annan again: "This person just needs to be rescued, right?"
"Yes."
Annan nodded.
The young militiamen on the side were not afraid and shouted loudly: "He is the leader of those bandits last time! They came again today and were defeated and arrested by the lord! Don't let him have an easy time -"
An older militiaman next to him quickly tugged his arm and motioned him to stop talking so much in front of the lord.
Annan looked at him curiously.
These militiamen... don't seem to be particularly afraid of him. But it's not because the mountains and rivers here are poor that they have become unruly people who are not afraid of authority. It's just because young people are not particularly afraid of authority.
But the old people would not be like this. Just as Annan expected, they were still in awe of the identity of "Don Juan".
Is it because of the mayor?
It seems that I really need to meet him.
"Then let's go find the mayor first. Please take care of their injuries first."
Annan said to Priest Louis politely.
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 Sir Silver - since I have received the money, I will definitely do something good for you."