Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 75: The Father's Decision

Claude didn't really care about meeting the Keffany sisters at the pier, and he didn't really appreciate the beauty of the sisters. Of course, he didn't feel comfortable staring at them. I remember this Kevin was a very clean girl and she was in good shape. Her sister seemed prettier, hotter and bolder than she was, and she dared to shout his name out loud without knowing him.

I remember Alexon talking about her sister Catherine being a waitress at a tavern on the pier, and no wonder she was measuring herself up and down the pier so generously. And Kevin was so shy that he blushed when he spoke to himself. But Claude quickly put the two sisters behind his head because the pharmacy arrived.

Mark, the driver, helped Claude into the pharmacy and left, and he had to go to the pier to see the Niros crocodile. The pharmacist at the pharmacy was an old man with a goat's beard, and he carefully examined Claude's swollen left ankle, telling Claude very seriously that he had to bleed and that it was difficult to cure this foot without bleeding clean.

Claude had no choice. He was an old driver in his past life, but he had no healing skills. Not knowledgeable about medicine, other than watching a few occasional so-called expert health lectures on television. After all, it is an information society, mobile phones are searched everywhere, everyone is a keyboard expert, and they have no actual ability to operate...

Bleed, Claude nods his head. So the old pharmacist handed him a willow branch: "Bite...”

What's with the bite? Claude soon understood why the old man had to bite the willow branch himself. Too painful, cut a knife in the left wrist, and rolled around the swollen area with a little wooden stick. The old man meant to do this to force the blood inside out...

Claude's face was white, his forehead was sweaty, and the willow branch in his mouth was about to bite. He just asked the old man why he didn't use narcotics. The old man said the anesthetic was toxic, very dangerous and easy to leave sequelae. For example, he kept drooling, his mouth skewed and he couldn't speak clearly, because the anesthetic was collected on the viper today, and the dose was difficult to control...

But there was also a safer cure for coma, and the old man said he came out with a thick stick of wood and drew it against Claude's head. Claude immediately understood what a coma cure it was, and Claude was not grateful for it.

As a result, Claude bit down two willow branches, and the whole person was paralyzed into bed like a weak woman who had been raped by eighteen big men. In addition to being painful, the pharmacist's old man had a good cure, and after bleeding Claude into the bone, he applied the cure to the wound and then applied a sticky green cream all over his left ankle. This cream is said to accelerate bone joint growth and healing.

Finally, the pharmacist used a lot of plaster to wrap Claude's entire left foot, almost half of his calf. Because Claude injured his left ankle, which is a joint site, he cannot move at will during treatment. The plaster was wrapped up and fixed just to prevent the old man from knocking the plaster again in three days, as if he had to bleed again. In case the bruising again affects the treatment effect...

It was too late for Claude to come home, and he was taken in a very shameful princess position by the five fat carriers, who scared his whole family. If Claude hadn't told his mother in spirit that he had just sprained his ankle, she might have cried. She thought Claude had been bitten off his left foot by the crocodile Naniros, and since then he has become crippled...

The helpless Claude can only describe in detail the treatment process of his left ankle, emphasizing repeatedly that his weak appearance now is only due to the pharmacist putting more blood on him, finally letting his mother down and Zhang Luo feeding Claude some good blood.

Mr. Morsan didn't talk, he just kept smoking his cigarettes. He also visited the body of the Niros crocodile at the private pier of Ericsson's house this evening, and while the audience was constantly praising him for having a brave son, he was wondering whether it was inappropriate for him to buy Claude the fire-rine gun. Claude wouldn't have fought any waterfowl without a firewire gun, and he wouldn't have met such a horrible crocodile...

Anyway, Mr. Morsan was also a good father who loved his children, and he did not want Claude to be in such danger. At the pier, he thought, if it was him, he wouldn't even have the courage to escape, let alone shoot face to face, except to face such a horrible Niros crocodile...

While Bok Al and Eriksson propagated the bravery of many of them in the face of this fierce crocodile at the pier, they still dared not deny that it was Verricolo and Claude who really fought the crocodile at the most critical moment. Of course, they were brief when they described it, and Velikoro caught the attention of the crocodile with his boat, and Claude shot him in the head and shot him dead. Look, the bullet hole is right here, right eye, lifted the skull of the giant crocodile, and the giant crocodile became a trophy.

Mr. Morsan doesn't know where Claude got the courage to shoot a giant crocodile in the head so close. You know this giant crocodile has become a corpse on the pier, but he stands next to the corpse with a suffocating fear...

I seem to have become less and less aware of this second son, and more and more unclear how to educate him… Mr. Morsan was somewhat discouraged. Albert, the eldest son, is a literary student and, although weak, has a good academic record. By designing his own civilian path for his future, he can use his life experience to point him out. But Claude's second son was on his way to the army, and the arrangements and ideas he gave him looked good, but did they really suit him? This son seems to be better than his older brother...

There was nothing to blame for Claude's injuries, Mr. Morsan, and it was too little to face the Niros crocodile with a sprained ankle. Nevertheless, Mr. Morsan blamed Claude on his face, meaning that he should not have gone fishing and waterfowling around the Camida Swamp to the point where he was in such danger. Although they became crocodile hunters this time, this does not mean that they will have such good luck in the future, so Claude will stay at home for the next few days to take care of the injuries and study well, don't go wandering around...

Claude nodded and promised to accept his father's teachings. At that time, his mother served him a bowl of duck soup, along with fried steak and toast. Claude, already unbearably hungry, swallowed and ate.

When Claude was almost finished, her mother asked what happened to all the white scales sent in the afternoon by Bok Al and Velikro, and there was no poultry in the house.

Though Claude had more than a hundred fish they went fishing at night and caught on the net this time, more than thirty of them were white scales, basically palm-sized little fish like Velikoro caught in the reed bushes. He wanted to throw it, but Claude said he wanted it, so he threw it all back in the tank.

“They sent the stuff? Sent what?” Claude asked.

The mother replied that there was beef, lamb, three longtailed fish and a water duck, and the rest was white scales.

It seems that the white eel and other lake fish were sold by Bok Al. Beef and lamb are leftover ingredients, bought by the customers themselves, and it is normal to send them back when they are not exhausted.

“White Scale is what I want.” Claude said, "This fish is so delicious it's fried, the stings get crispy, don't worry about getting stabbed. The scales don't have to be scratched either, just remove the guts from the fish belly and wrap the breadcrumbs in the oil pan to fry, and the pan will come out in golden yellow. ”

Mother didn't talk, she knew Claude said it would be delicious, so she grabbed sister Angelina to help pack the scales, and the smell of fried fish came from the kitchen shortly afterwards. Unlike families who couldn't help but use oil, Claude used to fry potato strips in half a pot of oil for snacks at home for her sister Anna and younger brother, Brooke. I was trying to fry the strip, but it failed, and it was full of long bumps. However, Anna and Little Booker ate it all up, so Claude was also reprimanded by his mother for wasting oil...

Mr. Morsan still smoked a cigarette and asked for details about shooting the Niros crocodile. Claude's story is much more tedious than Bok Al and Eriksson's. He simply briefly described the process of fighting the giant crocodile, but Mr. Morsan heard the risks involved.

Claude didn't want to run, but the small fishing boat couldn't escape in the reed bush. He watched the giant crocodile swim close and jump on the boat. They had to fight the giant crocodile to death. Fortunately, the giant crocodile got stuck in the hole on the boat's side, so Claude had a chance to die...

Think of the starboard side of the small fishing boat that was later towed onto the pier, Mr. Morsan was once again chilling, and he almost lost his second son.

Dropping the pipe in his hand, Mr. Morsan made a decision, and he seriously told Claude that from now on, Claude would not be allowed to venture into dangerous areas with his partners. He could go to the outskirts of town to hunt rabbits and wild chickens, but he would never go fishing in Bailu or around the Camida Marshes again. Every time you run into danger, every time you scare the family...

Claude could only nod his head, and at least he couldn't get out until his left foot was hurt.

Mother served a plate of fried white scales, she still had one in her mouth, and so did her sister and brother, who were eating full of oil.

“It's delicious, my brother makes it delicious.” Little Fatty said that the little snowdog next to him was standing up and picking up his clothes, and wanted to taste it, but the little Fatty bit and held the fish up high. He wouldn't let the little snowdog eat it, and the little snowdog screamed in a hurry.

The mother knocked on the little chubby's head and was not angry to say: “It was the mother who fried the fish, your brother just said it. ”

Sister Angelina splits the fried fish in half and gives her head to the little snow dog, who only lets go of the little chubby after eating.

Mr. Morsan ate a fried fish and said, "It's too much oil, but it tastes okay. ”

Claude stopped eating only two fried fish, and he stood up and said good night and was going back to his little attic.

Mr. Morsan asked, "Can I help you? ”

Claude shook his head: "No, I can go up there alone. ”

Claude then jumps up the staircase with his right foot, one step at a time, watching everyone.

Claude jumped to the attic on one foot after a brief bathroom wash on the second floor to relieve himself in bed. He wanted to practice Six-Mountain Meditation, but the pain in his left ankle kept him out of focus, and Claude finally fell asleep for half a dream.

The next morning he jumped down on one foot, just after breakfast, Mr. Morsan said that he had sent Claude to school, that he had driven a carriage from the town hall in the morning and that he had prepared a cane for Claude.

Claude was desperate, and he wanted to stay at home for a while with a foot injury. I didn't expect Mr. Morsan to be so well prepared. Faced with the love of his father's fist, he could only express his gratitude with tears...

Mr. Morsan said face-to-face: "Learning cannot be stopped, especially in the morning's literature programme, which promises to make you a cultured and decent person in the future. As for the physiology class in the afternoon, you can take time off and come back early. After all, you can't take it like this...”