Assassin’s Adventure - Chapter 63

“Well, when I didn’t say it.”

Gordon only said that the law and order was not bad, and then something happened. It was really a slap in the face and a crackling sound.

At this time, the colonel of the fortress garrison was already mad. Nuo, the big fortress, guarded and trained more than 300 soldiers, but someone knocked out two sentries, and then sneaked into the warehouse and stole some things.

“Rice bucket! You idiots, if you can’t catch anyone, don’t come back.”

A team of guards ran out of the fortress, and notified the various guards, and began to investigate the surrounding of the fortress and all the way to the dock. Unfortunately, they never saw the target at all.

“Hey, boy, what are you doing?”

A group of soldiers looked at Gordon, who was sitting beside the fortress, doing nothing but well dressed, and came up to question him.

“I?”

Gordon looked at his clothes. It wasn’t an assassin’s outfit, nor was he wearing a machete or a musket. What was suspicious?

“Yes, it’s you, the new face, I haven’t seen it before, where did it come from?”

asked a guard soldier in a gray-green uniform, speaking English with a tongue-tied accent, the standard tones of Havana.

“I, a local, make money!”

“what?”

“I’m sorry, please ignore the previous sentence. I’m Gordon. I’ve been sailing outside for more than a year. Come back and see. I live next to the farm in the west of the city. My father is…”

Hearing that Gordon was indeed very familiar with Havana, the guards interrupted him directly.

“Stop, I believe you are a local, do you see any suspicious people coming out of here?”

“Hi, Gordon, I know him.”

A soldier pushed away the people in front and walked to Gordon.

Gordon’s eyes widened and he looked at this man. He was obviously a friend who had played with him until the end of the year. That guy who was dirty and stalked, turned out to look like a dog at this time. The most terrifying thing was that he joined the guard. team.

“Harry, it’s been a long time, it’s been a good time!”

And Harry walked over directly, strangled him tightly, and then overwhelmed him.

“You dared to come back, you and Duncan ran away without saying hello at that time. You really don’t think of us as brothers.”

“It’s not my fault.”

Harry was different from them. His parents were both rich and powerful. When he went to see Harry for the last time, he was directly kicked out by Harry’s father and warned him not to come back.

“Stop talking about this. I’m still patrolling. At night, after I change shifts, I’ll wait for you at the tavern. By the way, are you home yet?”

Gordon shook his head.

“You’d better go back and have a look. Your father seems to be very ill recently.”

Hearing this, Gordon was stunned. In his memory, his father had always been a very strong man, and he had never been sick. How could it be.

“Okay, I see, I’ll go home.”

Harry left, and he was going to continue patrolling, and Gordon started running back toward the west of the city, home.

Now at the door of the house, without any hesitation, he pushed open the door and went in naturally. All the worries he had imagined had disappeared. He just wanted to see his father and mother, were you all right?

“Cough, Charlotte, are you back?”

With his father’s voice coming from the room inside, Gordon followed to find his weak father lying on the bed, and his eyes were wet.

The room was a little damp, and the window was closed to make it airtight. A pale man was lying on the bed, very different from the father he remembered.

“It’s me, I’m back.”

Gordon held Oliver’s hand, so cold that there were almost bones left.

Hearing this familiar voice, Oliver reluctantly opened his eyes, saw Gordon’s face, and showed a smile that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Gordon, you’ve gained weight, and it looks like you’re doing well.”

“Father, what’s wrong with you?”

Oliver looked at his dry hands and felt a little melancholy: “I’m old, I don’t quite understand what the doctors are talking about, but I just call the barber every day to give some blood and eat a lot of strange food. thing.”

“Bleeding??” Gordon gritted his teeth and couldn’t believe it. But in my memory, I also used bloodletting to cure diseases when I was young.

In the 18th century in the West, there was no medical system at all, the germs of microbiology had not yet appeared, and medical skills such as pathology still needed a century.

“It’s nonsense, no wonder the Black Death wiped out a third of Europe’s population.”

And bloodletting is almost always done by barbers in barbershops. That’s the meaning of the red and white striped sign outside.

Those knives that are full of viruses and bacteria, people who are not sick have to kneel when they are stabbed on the arm, not to mention the sick.

Looking at the airtight room, Gordon walked over and opened the window, bringing in a lot of fresh air.

“Gordon, the doctor said to avoid contact with foreign objects to aggravate the disease.” Oliver persuaded in a low voice.

Gordon didn’t pay any attention, he just opened the door~www.mtlnovel.com~ and pulled the curtains to make the room feel better.

“Don’t believe those nonsense, it will make people die faster.”

Looking at his father’s weak body, Gordon really felt powerless. He was not a doctor, and his memory in the 21st century didn’t bring him any medical skills. He could only do some simple examinations.

He looked at his father’s bloodless face, thick tongue coating, cold skin, and pigmentation spots.

“Do you have diarrhea?”

Gordon asked while touching his father’s forehead.

“No diarrhea, Gordon, since when did you learn about medicine?”

“Can you eat anything?” Gordon continued to ask with a serious expression.

“I can’t eat much.”

Typical visceral and gastrointestinal problems.

Sallow skin, unable to eat, accompanied by symptoms such as cough and physical weakness.

But just knowing where the problem was, he couldn’t cure it at all. The only thing he can do now is to rely on support therapy to support Oliver’s body again, and then rely on his body’s immune function to heal himself.

“Dad, it’s best for you to eat lightly during this time, and don’t eat any greasy food, so that your stomach will be better.”

Of course, it’s useless to tell Oliver this kind of thing. You should wait for your mother to come back and tell her.

“Gordon, I’m very satisfied to see you again. Did you encounter any difficulties in sailing? It’s a pity that the family has no money…” Even though Oliver is seriously ill, he still misses his son, somewhat rebellious, but also naive .

“I’m fine, I already have a ship of my own, and there are seventy or eighty sailors. I’ve already earned money.”

As Gordon spoke, he took out a bag of silver coins from his pocket and placed it in front of the bed.

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