living in 16th century england

Chapter 71
"Aw... Aw... Aw..."

The Earl was obviously very strong, even the table was shifting.

Matthew roared: "I suppressed them all..."

Everyone stepped up immediately.This scene reminds me of the scene of killing a pig.

The result was still there. After washing with alcohol several times, a few fibers and small foreign objects were actually pulled out from the wound.

Matthew picked one up, it was hard, it felt like a splinter of something.Everyone took a closer look, damn it!So I pressed harder.

The wound was actually not that big, it was just a little deep.Historically, the Earl of Kildare struggled for more than a year after being injured, and he never recovered.Maybe there are all kinds of quack doctors, but in short, he burped in the end.It can be seen that the physical fitness is still very strong.

At this time, Lilian brought a small leather box and took out some inexplicable things.

Then, under the terrified eyes of everyone, Matthew sewed up the wound with a threading looper.This kind of unheard of thing is eye-opening.As for the earl's screams and curses, no one cared.

After suturing, the wound is closed.The platelets work quickly, coagulating and filling the gaps.

Matthew said: "Lilian, use this silk pad on the wound, and then bandage him up."

"Has the cotton cloth been dried?"

Tavern owner: "Here we come."

"Everyone, you can let go... Remember, you must clean the wound thoroughly in the future. You can only use cold boiled water and... the water of life."

The Earl of Kildare was quickly wrapped into a half mummy, his face was pale, and he sat silently,
Matthew smiled and said, "Master Earl, how do you feel now?"

The count said angrily, "If the baron is injured, he must inform me, no matter how far away I am, I will rush over...cough..."

"You treat me like you're sewing clothes...shouldn't you use a soldering iron?"

Matthew smiled: "You'd better live with me for a while, I don't want you to die outside, it will hinder my reputation."

count:"……"

It is normal to be injured and die these days, and those who survive are fortune-tellers.Even a broken skin would kill a person.It is said that some "witches" are good at using herbs to increase the probability of survival, but tough guys often use a branding iron.

Earl of Kildare: "...I still have the life of the king."

"Don't worry, I have enough ships to assist you." Matthew turned to look at the Earl's followers: "Guys, with me, I'm [-]% sure that he will live well."

The followers looked at each other and nodded in agreement.Under the system of personal attachment, no one would want the master to burp. If you think about it with your knees, you will know that the consequences are unpredictable.They were not the earl's sons.

Matthew smiled: "Can you tell me now? Why do you only have one boat? Are the attackers French?"

The Earl of Kildare: "I just went back to Dublin on business. My ships are all in Portsmouth. That French pirate ship should have happened to be there."

What a coincidence, Matthew thought.Sounds okay though.These days, French businessmen are often spies, and I don’t know how many magistrates have caught, so I’ll ask them later.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "The count needs food and rest, give him the best room and plenty of food."

The tavern owner raised his voice and said, "Master, the broth will be ready soon."

"My lord, welcome to Hawkins Manor. However, in view of your physical condition, I think you'd better sleep here first. I'll check on your injury tomorrow."

Earl Kildare said: "Thank you for everything you have done, but your medical skills are unheard of, where did you learn it?"

Matthew smiled and said: "I know a... weird monk, this is the result of his research. It is nothing new in Plymouth. Please rest assured, you are not the first. The success rate is currently 100%."

100%?Such a fresh statement.Weird monk?
The Earl of Kildare believed it at once.The water of life is a special product of the monastery, and the silk is extremely expensive.There are also those monks who are qualified to study these.

Matthew didn't want to be sick one day, and then he would be given a bloodletting enema, stuffed with mummified bone meal, fed all kinds of strange things, and finally died of vomiting and diarrhea.

There are too many celebrities in history who were put to death by these killers and famous doctors.Such as Washington, Charles II, Byron, Mozart, Napoleon...the list goes on and on.It can be described as dead funny and without dignity.

It is even believed that the hair, flesh and blood of young corpses can "cure diseases".So you know, death row inmates are popular, the kind with no bones left.

Not only that, they didn't even spare the mummy, and even formed an industrial chain.

If you hear that they eat mummies, you are already brainwashed ~ in fact, as long as it is a corpse, they will eat it.Including deserts and graveyards.

What is the cure?Still hungry?I don't know.

So Matthew had to save himself.After eating and drinking water carefully for so many years, don't you just want to live a more comfortable and healthy life?

He once gave orders to his entourage that if one day he was seriously ill and unconscious, and saw this kind of doctor come to the door, he would chop him up and chop him up first.

Matthew believes that the best way to avoid this situation completely is to turn himself into a medical authority.Teach some more students, just in case.

Only when he is powerful and powerful can he guarantee that he will have enough power to protect himself when destroying the jobs of certain interest groups.So it's just the beginning.

Is he trying to promote medical progress in Europe?No, this is completely forced and helpless.

Saving an earl, the effect should be obvious, right?

After leaving the tavern, there were already half of the people outside.The longbowmen are resting in the cargo yard.The door-to-door son-in-law said that he wanted to stay here.

Matthew rode his horse around twice before he found the magistrate.But the result of the inquiry is that Plymouth has not seen the French businessman for many days.

At this time, Mike had already turned around a dozen times outside the port.Patrol is a boring job.

Near Plymouth, the English Channel is extremely wide and full of ocean.If it weren't for the ocean-going ships coming to Plymouth, they wouldn't pass here.Whether going south or north, ships will only sail along the French coast.Running here is a detour.

Sailing due south about 100 miles away is the Principality of Brittany controlled by France.

Brittany means ~ Little Britain.Most of the residents are descendants of British people, so it is difficult to say that they still have compatriots.But until modern times, there are still people here who want to be independent.

The problem is that the lord here is the famous Duchess of Brittany, who happened to be married to King Louis XII of France.According to the feudal system, of course it was controlled by France.

Mike suddenly said: "Tell me, what does the baron mean by letting us patrol?"

Several people around were stunned for a moment, and their expressions began to change slightly.From "serious" to "somewhat wretched".

The boatswain had the most obvious change. He looked excited: "It should be to find the French and kill them."

The second officer and the third officer immediately echoed: "Ha... this guy is right... Lord Baron must mean that."

Mike laughed and said, "Notify them, follow me."

The third pair of eyes rolled, and immediately roared: "Listen up, new idiots, I allow you to play with those cannons, and you'd better fire them up before you meet the enemy."

I don't know who replied loudly: Don't worry, we have played with this thing before.

An official said to Henry VIII afterwards: "The culprit for the subsequent series of consequences is actually the Baron of the Scilly Isles himself. He has done too much for a rainy day...even came up with something like a "semaphore". "

The second pair of eyes turned and looked at the land extending from the port into the sea. One side was very close, and the other side was too far away to see clearly.According to the magistrate's arrangement, there should be a watchman here.Soon, two bright smocks appeared in his eyes.

The second officer smiled slightly and motioned to Mike.

Mike looked back and said with a smile: "Turn! It's due south."

Everyone cheered and yelled endlessly.

The three-masted sailboat drew a semicircle on the sea surface and entered the full sail state at the same time. The sea wind immediately bulged the white sails, and under the action of the nine main sails and various auxiliary sails, the acceleration was extremely fast.

The two little donkeys at the back couldn't keep up, but after the course stabilized, they gradually narrowed the distance.

The bosun shouted, "Speed!"

Mike raised his eyelids to look, and suddenly said: "Change the flag... hang the pirate flag."

Everyone around looked at each other in blank dismay, and then the whole ship broke out into even bigger cheers.

Mike thought to himself, I can't be blamed for this, I have already sued the Baron... Xiet, I don't know if that bastard made a small report on me?Let Laozi catch it and let him brush the deck every day.

A sailor shouted: "13 knots."

Hearing this number, no one thought they would lose.Brittany has French naval ships.But in this era, a battleship can reach the sky after seven or eight knots.Even a rowing boat is only flexible and not affected by the wind.

The distance of 100 miles takes about 7 hours to sail.Mike originally thought that the collision with the French ship would be tomorrow.

But luck couldn't stop them, and at dusk they encountered a French merchant ship Cork.

The ship was very slow, and when it saw three clippers with skull flags, which seemed to be not good people at first sight, they surrounded it, and immediately lowered their sails and surrendered.

Herein lies the problem.If it is a pirate, at most it will rob gold coins and some goods, and leave some for the merchant ship.

But Mike is not a serious pirate, he thinks this is a one-shot deal.What are you considering for a one-shot deal?
Although some crew members who were originally pirates thought it was inappropriate, it didn't matter when they thought that they would get more points from the robbery.No matter what, he still has a salary to get.You don't need to think about your future livelihood, so the attack will be more ruthless.

The boats all have lifeboats, and Mike lowered one and drove all these unlucky ones up.

The Kirk ship arranged for 5 sailors, and he wanted to get all the ship and cargo back to Plymouth.That's right, it's the end of the pot.How easy is this?Are you not tired of moving goods?
In less than 10 minutes, there was only one lifeboat left on the spot, and there were still a group of people on it who wanted to cry but had no tears.

Matthew went home soon. In his opinion, it should be no big deal~ A French pirate ship just kicked on the iron plate, failed to rob and escaped.

So, he slept soundly this time.

(End of this chapter)