The Black Iron Glory
Pier

Chapter 74

Pier

The four boys, in much worse circumstances this time than the last, shook the city for the second time. The docks and docks were so crowded that other ships had to struggle to get space to unload their cargo.

Eriksson, despite being inactive due to a concussion, knew what to do. He told Pegg to close the dock and move everyone out. His family's dock isn't that big. It was slightly smaller than a public pier with a length of only twenty meters and a few widths. Both sides have several berths where family boats can dock.

The crocodile was quickly dragged out of the water and in front of the house.

Some people tried to sneak in to get a better look and maybe even touch the thing, but Peg was a good guard and they were quickly dispatched.

Eriksson had someone get rid of the nets while he helped Borkal free the crocodiles from them. Welikro helps Claude, whose face is now permanently frowning, walk limping off the ship, down the dock, and into the house.

"We need to get you to the pharmacy as soon as possible" Welikro said.

"I'll be fine" Claude protested, but Welikro insisted.

Claude did not trust the medical practices of the apothecary of this world too much. They have decent drug treatment, not as good on earth, of course, but passable, but their physical care is far behind. Blood collection and lobotomy are still common practices, and induced diarrhea is considered an excellent remedy. First aid is quite advanced, although cleanliness is a big problem, but anything beyond basic triage is uncharted territory.

No one really knows today where all their herbal knowledge came from. It certainly will not reveal to them that the magi are the ultimate generator of that knowledge.

Toothache is the main problem. Any problem with the teeth sees it attractive, and quite hard as well, and without proper care. A torn Claude muscle, for example, will most likely be treated with ointment and let the blood regular. He could only hope for his muscles to heal properly, otherwise he would limp for the rest of his life.

He smiled bitterly.

I guess I should let them cut off my legs to let the blood out or it won't recover. . . "

"So, do you want to go to the pharmacy immediately?" Welikro asked, his head starting to throb from the unceasing sounds nearby.

Claude also shrugged helplessly.

"I'll rest at Eriksson's house for a while. We can leave once the crowd disappears. It's getting late, so you better sell it before people decide to go home. Just send my haircut home like you did last time. "

Borkal will be in charge of the sale again. They first pay for repairs, and divide whatever is left after.

Both watched Borkal and Eriksson – suddenly be on alert again not because he was in the spotlight – continue telling their usual story.

Welikro dropped Claude down on a nearby chair and ran back outside. The other two numberskulls were too busy twisting their threads to actually sell anything, so someone had to take responsibility.

Claude had a good view of the entire scene through the window. Pegg did an amazing job, and even coldly ignored anyone who tried to exploit their relationship with him. He knew who to enter, and everyone right gathered around Welikro to bid for their catch.

There were also some people who knew not to be bidding on the fish that Pegg let out as well. They are the kind of people you don't intervene with, let alone offend. Whitestag is a medium-sized city with over twelve thousand inhabitants and an incredible grapevine. News spread faster than the cold in the city, and crocodiles became famous almost before they came out of the water. It had been years, almost a decade, since the last one was captured, and no one had caught such a big one in his memory. The story was made even more remarkable by the fact that it was captured by four sixteen-year-old boys.

The police chief immediately arrived and dispersed the unwanted and the offer could begin peacefully and quietly.

Claude sat quietly in front of the window and most people didn't even notice him. However, the police chief was not one of them.

"Claude?" the man asked as he stepped into the house.

"Good night, Uncle Tomas," said Claude hurriedly.

Tomas was one of his father's colleagues and was a frequent guest at the house, and one of the greatest drinkers Claude had ever seen in both of his lives.

The boy just nodded.

"You're a good boy. Your father would be so proud."

"Thank you, Uncle. But it's all luck. I almost peed my pants when I got on the boat, and Borkal really peed his pants."

Tomas patted Claude's shoulder in satisfaction.

"So you're humble too, huh? You'll live far away like that, son. But why are you sitting here?"

Claude pointed at the foot.

"Severely ill. I have to go to the pharmacy, but I have to wait until the people disperse."

"sighted serious. You should have left earlier," said Tomas, slightly reprimanding in his voice, then turning to his subordinate, "Mark, take him to the pharmacy."

His subordinate nodded and went outside to bring the carriage.

"Thank you, Uncle Tomas."

The cop waved.

"Either. Your father was my colleague and best friend. And you yourself are not that bad. At least that's what I can do."

Someone called Claude from the outside, a woman, from the field. He glanced towards the direction of the voice and saw two beautiful women rushing over. He did not recognize the older of the two.

"You know them?" Tomas asked.

Claude wanted to shake his head, but while he did not know who was the older of the two, he did know the younger one. Kefnie attacked with a pretty worried expression.

"My schoolmates," Claude said briefly.

Tomas nodded and let the two of them in.

Kefnie could not look Claude in the eye and hide behind the older girl. However, the older one was out of control, and even inspected it selflessly.

"Good afternoon, Kef – Kefnie ...," the boy stumbled.

He glanced at his empty basket and grabbed an opportunity for a topic.

"Here to buy fish?" he asked in a small voice.

"Yes .." The girl nodded, red-faced.

Despite being uncomfortable with the situation, he still remembered he had to introduce the older girl behind him whom he had hidden shamelessly.

"This is my sister, Kesline. We were on our way to the pier when we heard you killed the crocodiles, so we came to take a look. They won't let us in, but we see you through the window."

Claude nodded at his sister.

"It's okay. The boys were carrying carcasses, just tell them I said you could see it—" Claude saw Mark step in through the door. "–Sorry, I have to go to the pharmacy now."