Evan came to the island's residential area and stopped in front of a wooden house with a strong local style that had been built ahead of schedule by the advance personnel of the Donglun Branch Company.

Knock! Knock!

Less leaning.

A young soldier opened the door when he heard the sound, and when he saw Evan outside the door, he immediately stood up and saluted:

"Your Excellency, Captain, you are here. ”

"How's the first mate?"

Evan walked into the room and casually asked about Borg's current condition.

"After taking your potion, Mr. First Officer is recovering well, and most importantly, the wound is not infected.

After arriving at the port of Hatrafa, the conditions were much better than on the ship, and now they are almost healed. ”

The soldier's eyes as he looked at Evan were almost overflowing with real reverence.

With all kinds of legends in itself, he can also lead his subordinates to victory after victory, and even the invincible naval fleet of Cyrius is completely annihilated!

Now they have saved their lives in the midst of illness, and among some soldiers of strong faith, this is simply the embodiment of "saints"!

This view is very marketable on the "Storm Horn", and it is definitely not unique.

In fact, the soldier's idea is not exaggerated at all.

At this time, modern medicine was just getting started, and phlebotomy was still in vogue. For pirates who live in harsh conditions, the best or only medicine for injuries is high rum.

No matter how good the conditions are, it's just a bottle of inferior "holy water" that I don't know how much water has been mixed with.

And Ai Wen not only has plenty of high-end military holy water here, but also a variety of "healing potions" prepared by himself, especially for external injuries and extensive bleeding.

Thanks to Aven's mastery of "potions", they were able to obtain an excess of drug coverage, which saved the lives of most of the wounded on board.

It is important to know that the number of indirect casualties on the battlefield (untimely treatment, infection, excessive bleeding) is higher than the number of direct casualties.

If it weren't for these potions, the total number of casualties would have added up to more than half!

But Evan felt that sooner or later he should find a good enough doctor.

Thanks to the "Living Chemistry School's understanding of the human body", he can be a temporary guest doctor, but there are too many strange diseases in the tropical environment of the "Golden Sea".

Far from being an ordinary trauma.

If you are in this environment all year round, no one can guarantee that you will never get sick, even if you are extraordinary.

Knock on the door and walk into Borg's bedroom.

Although it was on an island in the New World, as the highest-ranking officer among the wounded, the living conditions here were still very good.

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

Before Borg, who heard the movement, got up, he stepped forward to support him.

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

When will I be able to re-enter the ranks, 'Storm Horn' can't live without you!"

Hear the words.

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

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

It was in the melee on the "Startenberg", the first mate, who was also wearing a "living animal skin", was injured by the sword of the captain of the enemy ship, the senior knight Stanley.

Under the medical conditions of this era, it was basically possible to declare death.

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

It was the remnants of the rapid healing of the potion, and after a while, the skin there was no longer indistinguishable from the rest of the world.

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

But..."

Borg first solemnly thanked Evan for his treatment, then looked him in the eye and said the decision he had been thinking about for a long time while lying in bed these days:

"Allow me to request your retirement, Your Excellency!"

"If you're worried about your hands, then you don't have to, I'll figure it out for you. ”

Although this first mate is not particularly capable, he has been assisting him in managing the ship since he boarded the Conch, at least in terms of logistics.

In any case, there is still hard work.

At least Aven never had the idea of replacing him.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to persuade me.

So long after the battle, I have thought about it very clearly. Compared to the old lads on the ship who have already gone to heaven, this is already a gift from the goddess.

I know that with your strength, I can keep this mutilated arm from affecting my work.

But no one knows better than me about my own abilities, and in fact I am simply not qualified for the post of first mate of a battleship, except for logistics.

The first mate of the 'Storm Horn' should be left to the later wise men!"

Evan was about to say something, but he waved him to interrupt him.

"Your Excellency, Captain, you see that I have received so much spoils and dividends, do you still expect such an old man to have the ambition to go to the sea and charge into battle again?"

Looking at this gray-haired and weather-covered "old" officer, especially the determined and relieved eyes.

Evan paused.

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

Is it better to live a dangerous life at sea or to live in a comfortable and prosperous old age? I am not qualified to make decisions for others.

Especially an ordinary person who is not even a transcendent being.

"Well, I respect your decisions and choices, Mr. Borg.

I agreed in principle to the decommissioning application.

I will always remember those years when we fought side by side.

Once you have recovered from your wounds, I will arrange for the warship to return to Phaletis to send you back as soon as possible.

Rest well, just like before, you can come to me as a captain at any time in the future!"

Smack-

With a solemn military salute, Evan turned to leave the room without bothering him any more.

Behind him, Borg lay on the bed and solemnly returned the salute, staring out the window at the back of Aivan's fading away, and did not let go of his only intact left hand for a long time.

It took a long time for a low sigh:

"Major Boris will be a good first mate!"

......

With Aven's current abilities, the recipe for the potion of "Rebirth of Severed Limbs" is readily available in Rite of Flesh, and even raw materials should be available from the New World sooner or later as long as they are willing to pay the price.

But Borg's true thoughts were clear to Aven.

He obviously did not want to occupy the second most important position on this battleship with his old qualifications, especially after Boris, who was far above him in terms of ability, experience, strength, and rank, became more and more obvious after he got on board.

Maybe even if there is no "accident" with this broken arm, after a period of running-in, he will take the initiative to abdicate and make way for Xian.

However, it is impossible for Evan to let Borg leave the scene with his body in tow:

"Well, with a little bit of operation, this merit should be enough to send Borg back to the Third Fleet as a civilian major.

In any case, in this day and age, even a nominal naval lieutenant is much better than a rich man with a huge sum of money, or much safer!"

Leaving Borg's residence, Evan went to visit the other soldiers who had been wounded in the battle.

After ingesting the potion that Aven had carefully concocted.

After recuperating on the way back and on the island, most of the wounded 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 a seriously injured person like Borg who has a physical disability, it is difficult to return to the battle sequence even if he recovers from his injuries.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of trophies from the "Storm Horn" some time ago, and when I returned to Pharytis with the credit and dividends of this time, at least my life was still guaranteed, and it was not impossible to even mix an official and a half-post in the local garrison.

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

Even today's "Startenburg" may not become its own tomorrow.

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

So, today he has another important job to do.

After completing the overall inspection of the island, the time has come to evening.

Aven arrives at the embryonic port, where a merchant ship belonging to the Donglunzhi Company is already waiting for him.

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

At this time.

The tall officer, with light blonde hair and a messy beard, paced the side of the ship repeatedly, changing his usual composure. From time to time, he looked up in the direction of the interior, and it was obvious that there was something that made him think of something.

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

"Your Excellency, Captain, you're finally here!"

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

It's been a waste of time to arrange work on the island for the past few days, and now it's time to go, let's go see Calvin together. ”

Calvin was Boris's seriously ill son.

After the war, Boris, who had seen Aven's magical abilities, couldn't help but rekindle hope for his son's strange illness, and that the problems that ordinary doctors and priests of the church could not solve, maybe they could use the methods of wizards?

For a father, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is impossible to give up on his son. So he took the initiative to beg for Aiwen's help, and he had to give it a try anyway.

This played into Aiwen's hands.

Everything is made because of people, and now excellent talents are around them.

Especially at a time when such personnel losses are serious, how can Evan watch Boris retire and waste talent in vain?