Carefully avoiding the ice floes, the Penguin sailed south with adventurers looking forward to returning home, and even with the captured Storm Knight Granal as a talisman, Martin Opry proposed to take a long detour to the southwest for safety.

Old Captain Buckner One-Eye, who did not want to be strangled by the wolves of the North Sea, and whose beloved Penguin was destroyed by the cruelty of the war, immediately expressed his full support, and because of his prestige and vast seafaring experience, there were many adventurers who accompanied them.

All eyes were on Aldrich Triss, the only unspoken member of the inner trio, and although he did not have any title, his extraordinary strength and the magical experience of Levolting Island made the appeal to the crew quite terrifying.

In full view of everyone, the Fourth Knight did not disobey the collective will of the public, and nodded his head in support of it, he had little experience in navigation, and Aldrich, who was equivalent to a layman, chose to respect the judgment of the old captain Buckner, which was somewhat strange in the eyes of some people, but according to the logical thinking of ordinary people of sound mind, it was the most normal.

The wind is also favourable for the Penguin, and the only thing to worry about is the ship's supply of supplies, especially the daily supply of fresh water, which is surprising to those in the know, based on per capita consumption.

Down-and-out knights loyal to Triss came to his side one after another, and Fils Bargan, who was loyal to the Eastwood docklands boss, was more respectful in the past, and under the influence of the knight of the Commandment, the others quickly restrained their casual revelations.

"Don't be so restrained!" Aldridge pressed down lightly with his hands, beckoning his "direct subordinates" to relax, and quickly put on the clothes that Fils Bargen held in his hands and respectfully handed over, although a little loose, it made himself feel comfortable.

"What about the wounded on board?" Tris's first question was not his own people, but the adventurers and sailors who accompanied the ship.

Phils Bargan pondered for a while, and said in a rather heavy tone: "The situation is not very good, we are almost running out of herbs, we lack the necessary anesthetics, and they are suffering from the pain of their wounds all the time. Some of the seriously wounded were left in the dimly dim bilge, they were all abandoned, and if they fainted for a long time and could not be woken up, burial at sea was the only decent option. ”

"The debris of the three North Sea countries is all damned, the rockets they use have barbed arrows, and the soaked grease is also problematic, and it seems to contain some kind of toxin that prevents the wound from healing properly. ”

A down-and-out knight with a bitter face, his tone choked but full of anger, Aldrich glanced at him, there were no injuries on his body, and it was estimated that the seriously wounded in the bilge had his friends.

"Anesthetic! That's the point. Since there is a serious shortage of ready-made medicinal materials, my response is to use local materials. At this point, Aldrich added a meaningful sentence, "The ocean is a great treasure trove. ”

"The Penguin was originally a merchant ship, but it was converted into a warship after responding to the call, and before that, the old sailor Buckner One-Eye was a well-known whaling captain, so there must have been fishing nets, harpoons and other things on board. These idle fishing gear are slipping around, and they may surprise us. ”

All of them were not uninformed civilians, but they were suffering from a disease called imaginative deprivation, and the illness seemed to be not trivial, and now Aldrich hinted at the key, and they quickly understood the solution proposed by Knight Tellis to the predicament of the Penguin in front of them.

Aldrich then assigns tasks, and everyone has something to do, making them active, and the busy actions gradually affect the others.

The old captain Buckner One-Eye readily agreed to lend trawls, harpoons, whaling rifles, and the like, and because of the heavy losses in the strangulation battle to get rid of the wolves in the North Sea, he explained as much as he could, and Triss soon forgave him.

Rather than a desperate situation surrounded by wolves, the trawl nets that affected the speed of the Penguin were lowered from both sides of the ship, and Martin Opry, who was an outsider, could not guess Aldrich's intentions, and secretly wondered in his heart: "Distinguished knight Tris, what tricks are you playing?"

As the ice floes thinned out, the trawl was like a dragon whale with a bottomless stomach open, devouring all the sea creatures in its path. But a quarter of an hour, Aldrich saw the water-soaked hemp rope trembling tightly, and immediately ordered the net to be pulled, and he took the lead in grabbing one of the ropes and began to exert himself.

Buckner One-Eye, seeing the same move, immediately ordered the sailors to lower their sails, and the knights fought with great strength against the laden nets, feeling a heavy and fruitful harvest, but the strength was constantly draining. The adventurers hurriedly stepped forward to help, but due to the lack of tacit understanding, the strength could not be twisted into a single strand intermittently.

"With a winch!" the old captain, after all, had a lot of experience, and immediately ordered all the sailors who were necessary for the voyage to help. With the concerted efforts, the Penguin was able to trawl for the first time and return to normal, without delaying the opportunity.

When a wide variety of catches appeared on the deck, everyone looked up in amazement, most of them were krill from the North Sea, estimated to weigh a ton, and some greedy adventurers simply reached out and grabbed them and stuffed them into their mouths.

The sweet shrimp meat excited the sailors, whose palates were spoiled by sourdough bread and dried meat, and the old captain's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered the sailors to fill the krill with empty barrels, and then put down the ice floes that could be found everywhere on the sea to chill the rations that served as reserves.

The former first mate respectfully handed a thumb-thick, huge krill to Buckner, who unceremoniously grabbed it and threw it directly into his mouth, his tongue just a roll, and skillfully broke the shell to lick out the delicious shrimp meat, excess soft shell and dirty shrimp head, and spit it directly into the sea.

"It tastes good, if it weren't for the monopoly of the three North Sea countries, we Penguin would have switched to fishing. ”

The first mate nodded again and again, and the Fourth Knight's actions on his own made these veteran seafarers feel quite surprised, and the rich fishery resources of the North Sea really made them covetous.

The silent Penguin was in a particularly lively carnival as if it were a feast due to Aldrich's fishing catch, but instead of most people who were hungry for food, Triss was like an old professor at Rotin College, carefully collecting the fish he wanted on deck.

"Jewel jellyfish, blue-ringed octopus, chicken snail, sea konjac...... The harvest is not bad, and it really should be a few more times to drag the net. ”

Muttering to himself, Aldrich leaned down to pick up the sea creatures he needed, and suddenly heard the chirping of the falcon in his ears, he couldn't help but look up at the sky, but unfortunately it was getting late, and he didn't find anything, but he was thinking about the Storm Knight, and after collecting it, he deliberately walked around the bow of the ship where Granar was.

The unguarded "prison" made Aldrich angry, and he barely suppressed his anger and smashed a chicken snail into Storm Knight's wrist.

The terrible paralyzing poison was only a small weight, and it made the strongest warrior of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea lose control of his body, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but soon he couldn't even control his tongue, and the only thing he could attack was his eyes, full of puzzlement, doubt, and anger, and glared at Triss fiercely.

Like a gentle sea breeze, Aldrich ignored Storm Knight's lethal eye attack and reached out to Phils Bargan to look at Granal himself, and then walked into the bilge with a small half-barrel of seafood.

The dimly lit cabin was gloomy and terrifying, filled with an air of despair and sadness, and was now in a weakened state due to the overburning of Tris's source of faith, and was relatively prone to negative emotions.

However, now that he held a half-full barrel in his hand, the seafood in it would become an elixir for the seriously wounded if properly handled, and the pillars of mercy erupted, along with other sources.

With Aldrich's current in-depth knowledge of virtue beliefs, every move will bring a rich reward, and some of the big names in the underworld really have a crooked assessment of him: Tris is definitely not a pure traditional knight, but on some occasions, he does better than the orthodox knight of virtue.

The most seriously wounded were given priority, and a sailor who had not yet been removed from the arrow in his chest lay on a hard bed with his eyes closed and waiting for death, his wails getting lower and lower, and it was obvious that he would not last long.

He gently placed the barrel in his arms on the bed, grabbed a jewel jellyfish from the barrel, and his crystal clear body was like a natural pentagram.

Aldrich directly crushed it, kneaded it into a ball of minced meat, and stuffed it into the mouth of the sailor who was gray at the corner of his lips, as if he felt the sweet smell of aquatic food, the seriously wounded consciously opened his mouth and swallowed it, and after chewing a few times, the serous liquid full of vitality was sent into the abdomen, as if he had taken a shot in the heart, and the whole person was suddenly refreshed.

Tris held him down hard, took a sea konjac from the bucket, and crushed it near the wound that had been applied to the sailor's chest. Wait a moment for the potion to take effect.

Looking around to the left and right, no one around the wounded paid attention to this, and no one cared about the life or death of others, Aldrich took out an unusually sharp dagger from the red sock of his belt with his right hand, easily removed the barb of the arrow, took out the shaft of the arrow with lightning speed with his left hand, and crushed a gem jellyfish with his right hand, pressing the wound hard.

The seriously injured who didn't realize it were still enjoying the delicious seafood, and they didn't know that they were walking back and forth on the edge of life and death, the hemp drunkenness effect of sea konjac was too good, and it was used for a whole sake, and the effect was about twenty-four hours, and the arrow wound on the chest was blocked by the gem jellyfish, and the rich vitality not only blocked the blood, but also grew directly on it.

"Rest well!" fed a blue-ringed octopus to the wounded, which not only can ward off hunger, but also effectively relieve the pain caused by other wounds.

The sailor wanted to sit up and thank him, but Aldridge refused to allow it, and in order not to delay the treatment of others, the seriously wounded who was already dying obediently lay down again.

Knowing that he was far from the shadow of death, that all good virtues had returned one after another, that understanding, tolerance, and kindness filled the sailor's heart, that even in the dim bilge, he could feel calm, and the wails and howls of the other wounded were unheard, and he might have heard them but did not care about them.

"Wait, there's a clever doctor who will save them anyway. He thought so, and then the exhaustion of his body came over him, and he easily dragged the sailor into a sweet dream caressed by the sea breeze and accompanied by the stars and moon.

Aldrich felt the cold, suffocating atmosphere in the cabin ease a little, and the pillars of pity were literally welling up, and he was devoting himself to the cause of saving the wounded.

"Fortunately, I visited Master Felix before leaving, and I was fortunate enough to have his guidance and learned a lot of useful knowledge, otherwise the morale of the Penguin would have been irretrievably low. ”

Retracting his chaotic thoughts, Tris kept his hands and feet, treating the wounded who had been "abandoned" in the bilge, and with the abrupt end of the grief one by one, even those who were ignorant and only cared for themselves understood the favor of fate.

The catch on the deck was cleaned up, but no one wanted to trawl without Aldrich's presiding, and soon Martin Opry noticed that Triss was missing, and with the idea of keeping an eye on him, he immediately sent his henchmen to look for him.

The feedback came quickly, after all, the Penguin was not big, and the result surprised the knight of the city guard, and the fourth knight actually treated the wounded in the bilge.

When the news spread, the sailors and adventurers related to the wounded could not help but go down to the bottom cabin, and because of the excessive number of people, it was even more unbearable to make the cabin with a cloudy atmosphere.

"Open the hatch!" Aldrich ordered, and more than half of the people were moved, apparently winning hearts and respect for his selfless actions.

When the round windows of the cabin are opened, the exhaust fumes are easily discharged, making the atmosphere fresher, and the dim environment is let in more light.

Serious injuries turned into minor injuries, and minor injuries could be recovered with a little recuperation, and the sailors and adventurers of the Penguin erupted in cheers when they learned of what had happened.

Since the "elixir" in the barrel had not yet been used up, the medicine box was quickly taken away, and Aldrich was returned to the deck in a flock of arms, and the prestige was already extremely grand.

Feeling the revered gaze around him, Terries did not take control of the Penguin and proposed a grand formal dinner on board.

The move was immediately met with everyone's approval, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, and the once full vitality of the sailors and adventurers returned.

"Is that what you're for?" Martyne Opry, looking at the Fourth Knight who came to him, couldn't help but ask.

"How? If you don't give them something to do, if you don't give them hope to live, it's not a good road. Aldrich shrugged his shoulders and raised his right hand.

"I have to say, well done. The chief knight stretched out his right hand and clapped his high-five with Tris's volley, making a crisp "snap".