The Black Iron Glory
Father's Decision

Chapter 75

Father's Decision

Claude did not put the matter of Kefnie and his sister in his memory after he left the dock, nor did he see them too closely. Partly because he was embarrassed to stare at them for too long. He remembered that Kefnie was a very beautiful girl with a polite figure, and his sister looked more beautiful and wore a more impressive figure. He was also quite brave as he called his name even though he did not know him well.

Eriksson tells him that Kefnie's sister, Kesline, is a bartender at a tavern near the pier. No wonder he would examine it so openly now. Kefnie himself is much more shy and will even blush when he talks to her. But soon, Claude put both sisters behind his mind when he arrived at the pharmacy.

The coachman helped Claude into the building before leaving because he wanted to see the crocodiles on the dock better. The medicine man there was an old man with a long beard. He examines Claude's swollen left ankle and tells Claude in earnest that the only way to treat it is bloodshed or it won't heal properly.

He had no better choice. Given that he was nothing more than an accomplished 'player' in his past life, he lacked medical skills. Despite some health seminars that she occasionally sees on TV, she doesn't know much. He came from the information age after all when anything he wanted to know was accessible at his fingertips. Everyone is a keyboard expert and is only looking for things based on need.

Then, bloodshed. Claude had no choice but to agree. So the shaman gave him a branch of wood and ordered, "Gigitlah."

Bite him for what? Claude immediately understood why he was ordered to do so: excruciating pain. Making an incision on his ankle was one thing, putting a wooden stick inside and moving it around was much worse. The old man intended to force the blood out in that way.

Claude paled completely as sweat poured down his forehead. The wood branch almost broke due to its bite. He had asked the old man why he did not use dope, whose answer was toxic dope and would leave side effects such as saliva or speech disorders. That's because anesthesia at that age was collected from venomous snakes and the dose was difficult to control.

However, there are safer methods to make him unconscious. The old man took out a large wooden stick and waved it at the back of Claude's head. He immediately understood what it meant and immediately said no to her.

As a result, he bit the two wooden branches in total and lay weakly on the bed like a girl who had been corrupted by 18 burly men. Despite the pain he could not find words to describe, the herbalist technique was quite good. After bleeding and aligning the bones properly, he applied a healing potion to Claude's wound and covered the entire ankle with a greenish paste. It is said that pasta can speed up the recovery of joints and bones.

In the end, the old man wrapped Claude's ankle with a lot of plaster, almost covering half of his entire lower leg. Claude had injured his ankle joint, so he would not be able to move as he pleased during the recovery. The caste will prevent any movement. He should visit the shaman three days later for another checkup and may have to commit bloodshed once again to ensure optimal recovery.

By the time Claude returned home, it was already a bit late. He was brought back to his house in a very embarrassing princess-carrying pose by the burly coachman, which left many shocked. Were it not for Claude insisting that only his ankle was injured, his mother would have shouted loudly. He had the impression that his entire left leg was bitten by a crocodile and would be deformed for life.

Claude had no choice but to describe the treatment of his left ankle and he insisted that the reason he felt weak was because of all the blood coming out. It eventually calmed her mother and encouraged her to make something to recover her.

Morssen said nothing and just continued to smoke. He also saw the carcass of the crocodile niros at night on the private jetty of Altronis. As others continued to praise him for having a brave son, he thought whether buying the weapon was the right choice. If Claude didn't have that gun, he wouldn't have gone hunting waterbirds and wouldn't have found a crocodile.

In the end, he was a father who loved his children and he did not want Claude to be in such danger. He thought that if he was in his son's shoes, other than frantically seeing a huge crocodile, he wouldn't even dare to run, let alone shoot him.

Although Borkal and Eriksson overestimated their acts of bravery during the fight with the crocodiles, they did not dare to change the important details that Claude and Welikro were the ones who contributed the most to the fight. Of course, they did not go into too much detail in those parts, only to say that Welikro caught the attention of the crocodile by nudging it with a punt pole, he said, it allowed Claude to get a clean shot from close range and kill him in one shot. They flaunted the bullet hole in the crocodile's right eye by raising its head.

Morssen did not know where Claude found the courage to shoot the crocodile from a very close range. Although it was nothing more than a carcass, even he felt fear standing next to him.

I started to understand my son more and more and more not knowing how to educate him anymore, Morssen thought sadly. Arbeit is my oldest son and an academic student. Although he was physically weak, he had good grades. I framed him for the path of a bureaucrat and relied on my personal experience to guide him. But Claude will join the military. . . Even though my plan for her seemed to be fine, was it really the most suitable for her? He seems to be even better than his older brother. . .

I started to understand my son more and more and more not knowing how to educate him anymore, Morssen thought sadly. Arbeit is my oldest son and an academic student. Although he was physically weak, he had good grades. I framed him for the path of a bureaucrat and relied on my personal experience to guide him. But Claude will join the military. . . Even though my plan for her seemed to be fine, was it really the most suitable for her? He seems to be even better than his older brother. . .

So, Morssen did not reprimand Claude due to injury. Being able to drop a crocodile niros while suffering nothing more than a simple ankle sprain is a miracle. However, the morssen still braced himself and gave Claude a lecture, saying that he should not have gone to hunt birds near the Kemda Swamp. Otherwise, he wouldn't have encountered such a problem. Even though they managed to become crocodile hunter heroes this time around, it didn't mean they would have the same luck the next time around. So, for now, Claude should stay at home to learn and recover rather than frolicking around outside.

Claude nodded obediently and agreed, humbly accepting the lesson his father had taught him. At that time, his mother brought him a bowl of duck soup, some grilled steak and a piece of toast. He was so hungry that he could not hold his food.

When Claude finished, his mother asked him why Welikro brought so many white fish even though they had no livestock in the house.

Although they caught more than a hundred fish this time, more than 30 of them were white, palm-sized fish commonly found in lakes. Although they want to throw them back into the lake, Claude says that he wants them and they bring him back into the broadcast.

"Some beef, mutton, three long-tailed swordfish and one duck. The rest is nothing but a white scale."

Looks like Borkal sold all the fish aside from whitescales. The meat came from the leftover ingredients I bought, so it was no surprise they would return it to me.

"I told them that I wanted the white part" Claude said, "It tastes good when fried. His bones will become crisp after frying and we won't have to worry about being stabbed by him. The scales should not be thrown away either. Only their organs have to be removed and they can be breaded and fried until golden brown. "

Her mother said nothing more, knowing that whatever Claude suggested would taste good. So, she asked Angelina to help prepare the whites and soon, a distinctive scent could be smelled from the kitchen. In contrast to other very strict households using oil, Claude often used half a pan of oil to make fries for his siblings as a snack. He wanted to make youtiao, a type of Chinese fried dough snack, for them but failed when they formed with a strange shape. After all, his brothers finished everything. Claude was reprimanded for wasting oil by his mother afterwards.

Morssen continued to smoke as he asked for details during the encounter with the crocodiles. Claude's story of the event is much clearer than that of Borkal and Eriksson. He had only briefly passed what had happened, but Morssen could still tell the danger he had to go through.

It was not that Claude and the others did not want to escape back then. Their boat was stuck in the wetlands and could not go fast. They had no choice but to watch as the crocodile approached and engaged in a deadly battle with him. Fortunately, the crocodile was trapped inside a hole he made in the ship, giving Claude the chance to make a fatal shot.

Thinking back on the damaged ship he saw at the dock, Morssen could not help but think about losing his son.

He put down his pipe and made a decision. He tells Claude firmly that he will not join his friends on an adventure to such a dangerous area again. He could hunt animals on the outskirts of the city, but the Kemda Swamp and Egret were forbidden. After all, he always faced danger in such places and worried about his family for it.

Claude could only nod and agree. At the very least, he would not be able to leave the coma before the injury on his leg recovered.

His mother brought a plate of fried white fish, ate one in her own mouth.The siblings also enjoyed it with a coma with a face full of oil.

"Anything you make is delicious" Bloweyk said. The little snow dog tugged at his shirt, wanting to try some fish as well. But the boy held the fish up high and did not let the dog eat it, causing it to whine anxiously.

Madam Ferd hit Bloweyk on the head with dissatisfaction. "I'm the one who fries the fish. All your brother did was suggest it."

Angelina split the fish in her hand in half and gave the head piece to the snow dog. The puppy finally let go of Bloweyk.

Morssen ate one of them and said, "There's too much oil, but it still tastes worth it."

Claude only ate two before he said goodbye to his family and prepared to return to his attic.

Morssen asked, "Do you need help?"

Claude shook his head. "No, I can ride alone."

After which, he took it step by step with his right hand while he held on to the fence as the others watched.

She bathed in the bathroom on the first floor before skipping the attic with one leg before lying on the bed in relief. He wanted to do the Hexagram Meditation, but the pain coming from his ankle stopped him from gathering his focus. Before long, he fell asleep.

The next day, he went down the stairs like before. But Morssen said at breakfast that he would send Claude to school. He drove one carriage home from the town hall and also prepared a stick for him.

Claude was a little disappointed. He wanted to use his wound as an excuse to rest at home and did not think his father would be ready for it. Even so, this was the act of a father loving his son, so he held back his tears and thanked him.

Morssen said firmly, "Your study can't stop, especially your academic class in the morning. It is something you need to become a cultured and civilized person in the future. As for your afternoon physical classes, you can request an early leave of absence because after all you will not be able to participate in your current condition. "