The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 19: The Priest of Silver Jue

The first thing Annan did after entering the city was not to go to the mayor of Fengshui Port to transfer power.

Instead, he took the injured first 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 exposure, and the other was hit in the thigh by a lead bullet, and the bullet was still in the body. Both men were unconscious and unconscious.

The injuries of both of them must be treated immediately, otherwise their lives may easily be in danger.

Coincidentally, 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: "Priest of Silver Jue, treatment costs money..."

"Don't worry about money."

Annan did not 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 succeed the mayor, I will naturally pay him Cure.

"As for Leon...just let him wake up for a while. There is no need to completely cure his injuries. It won't cost much...you do the math?"

"That robber is easy to talk about," the middle-aged militiaman heard and said, "Without thorough treatment, this injury would only cost about ten shillings. But the gunshot wound...fortunately it was on the leg. It will cost about four gold pounds."

Having said this, he glanced at Annan cautiously, fearing that this overly young little 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, he is rich and wealthy...

But what the middle-aged people don't know is that Annan just has no concept of currency and purchasing power in this world.

And he didn’t pay for it anyway.

Annan can only be sure that the former mayor of Dongshui Port will 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, all the money he brought should be 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. 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 more than just such a small town. He still has the right to remove at least one mayor.

If the mayor is smart enough, let him lose money and avoid disaster. If he is stupid, this can be a reasonable way to drag him down.

Thinking of this, Annan asked again: "What about the injuries of you people? How much will it cost to treat them together?"

This complex mathematical calculation obviously stumped the middle-aged militiaman.

He turned back and looked at it carefully for a while, mumbling something.

He looked a little embarrassed and muttered: "Probably...no matter what..."

"——A total of five pounds, eight shillings plus thirteen and three-quarters of a penny...my lord."

The speaker was a fast-talking, well-groomed man: "For your sake, I'll leave you with 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.

That 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 similar to a long suit, the fabric was very good. In his breast pocket, there was 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, and the other end of the pocket watch was tied to his collar.

But unlike the red-haired man's businessman tone, the militiamen treated him with great respect. Different from the respect for Annan that is mixed with awe and alienation, this is more similar to the kind of heartfelt respect for a doctor or a teacher.

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 brilliance of the morning sun 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]

Synchronically, such a system prompt appeared in front of his eyes.

...Turns out he is the righteous **** who manages money.

So Annan immediately obeyed his inner thoughts and bowed to Louis respectfully.

"Lord Lewis, why are you here?"

A young militiaman with a **** hole on his arm asked. He didn't seem to be afraid of the righteous priest: "Don't you usually stay in the temple for a whole day?"

"That's because you got up too late, Alan."

Louis chuckled helplessly: "Every morning after my morning prayers, 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, Mr. Louis."

Annan interrupted their conversation: "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, then follow him I gave the order."

"Let me take a look."

Hearing this, Lewis looked 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 finger.

I saw the silver coin making a long "clang--" sound. Then nearly half of it went dark.

Then he picked up the silver coin~IndoMTL.com~ and swung it in the air. The black traces faded away.

He then placed the silver coin on Leon's forehead and measured it as well. This time more than two-thirds of the silver coins have been lost.

"The injuries are indeed dangerous. I have to take them away first, Lord."

As he said that, Louis put away the silver coins, put the two people directly on his shoulders, and confirmed to Annan again: "This person just needs to rescue him, 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 pulled 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 they are poor and remote here that they have become unruly people who are not afraid of authority. It's just that young people are not particularly afraid of authority figures.

But this is not the case for old people. Just as Annan expected, they were still in awe of the identity of "Don Juan".

Is it because of the mayor?

Looks like I really need to go see him.

"Then let's go find the mayor first. Please take care of their injuries first."

Annan said politely to Padre Lewis.

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."