Ghost Dock Island, Dock No. 4.
For everyone on the Moonlit Bird, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Master Man is dead, and the entire combat force on the Broken Blood is virtually annihilated. This should be a matter to rejoice over, as it means they can easily take over the long-coveted Dock No. 1.
But no one on the ship showed any signs of happiness at this moment.
They all gazed with hopeful and prayerful eyes toward the medical room, even those standing on the deck who couldn’t actually see its location, would turn their heads in its direction, waiting anxiously for the final result.
Captain Baro, Little Birch... and, Renko.
The three of them were in the medical room, being jointly rescued by the doctor from the Moonlit Bird and Little Flea.
If these three were to die, what would be the point even if they took over the Broken Blood, even if they took over Dock No. 1? Captain Baro was their titular leader, while Renko was their spiritual leader. Once the leaders of a ship died, it would inevitably lead to the darkest hour.
Moreover, Renko was the real power on the ship; with him there, no one from other docks dared to trespass. Without him, even if they took over Dock No. 1, they wouldn’t be able to hold it.
So, everyone was anxiously expecting, waiting for the final result.
"Will the captain and the others be okay? Really, since they planned to attack Dock No. 1, why didn’t they inform us?"
"They’ll be okay; they definitely will be. We’ve managed to live on this Ghost Island for so long, I can’t believe the captain and the others would fall here."
This was their prayer from the psyche, but could prayers really become reality?
While everyone on the deck remained silent, the cabin door opened, and a few more people trickled out. Upon inquiry, they found out that the doctor advised against crowding outside the medical room as the poor air circulation and noise weren’t good for the injured. So, they were all sent to the deck.
"Little Sa, you were the first to go over to assist; do you know the specific situation? Is there still hope for them?" The speaker was someone who was already on the deck looking toward a young boy who had walked out from the ship’s cabin. This young boy was the first to hear the sounds of fighting and ran to the bridge to check the situation.
Everyone looked at the young boy called Little Sa; some people had heard bits and pieces, but all of it was hearsay, and they didn’t know the exact situation.
Little Sa hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "Little Birch’s injury is to the chest. When I saw him, half his body was still floating on the lake, and the surrounding water was all stained red. However, Little Flea said that his wound showed signs of healing when pulling him up, so treatment shouldn’t be a big issue."
"Little Birch isn’t important; what we want to know about is the captain and Mr. Renko," someone muttered softly.
Though it sounded cruel, it was indeed the fact that Little Birch’s importance to the Moonlit Bird was far less than that of Captain Baro and Mr. Renko.
"Captain Baro’s injury is severe; Master Man broke his skull with a punch, and when I saw it, there were still fragments of bone on the ground." Merely recalling the scene made Little Sa’s mouth tremble, showing how brutal the scene was.
"Can Captain Baro still be saved?"
Little Sa: "... because of that man’s timely treatment, he can be saved. That’s what Little Flea said."
Everyone present, especially those who went to the front line to support, knew who that man was. They witnessed the force capable of tearing the earth apart.
Because they had witnessed such powerful force, they hesitated to speak that person’s name, only using "that man" as a substitute.
"What about Mr. Renko?" someone asked again.
When Renko was mentioned, a hint of sadness flashed in Little Sa’s eyes: "I didn’t see Mr. Renko’s specific condition, but Little Flea said... said..."
Little Sa didn’t deliver the final conclusion, but some present already understood the answer.
A sailor who went to support at the battlefront hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I actually saw Mr. Renko when I went to help near the forest; by then his condition was already terrible, with blood flowing from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. He didn’t recognize anyone and would even attack us like a madman if we approached."
"However, there was a heap of corpses from Broken Blood’s crew around him, each with knight’s sword cuts; it was Mr. Renko who killed them. He protected us at the cost of exhausting his own life."
Everyone looked: "What about him ultimately...?"
The sailor shook his head: "No one could get close to him; eventually, it was that man who knocked him out and brought him back."
"Will Mr. Renko be healed?" someone couldn’t help asking. To them, Renko, as their spiritual leader and guardian, held undeniable importance.
No one answered; Little Sa wore a sorrowful expression, and the sailor remained silent.
After a long while, someone spoke in a low voice: "I heard from the ship’s guard, Mr. Renko was poisoned and consumed a forbidden drug. Either is enough to take his life; he might..."
"I don’t believe it!"
"I don’t believe it either, but the fact might really be so. Captain Baro might die, and Mr. Renko’s chances of dying are even greater."
Everyone’s faces turned pale; even with so many people standing on the deck, the air still felt quiet and chilly.
"We shouldn’t give up hope either; remember, there’s that man with us."
"That man, can he save Mr. Renko?"
"I’ve heard some cargo ships from shipping companies have Transcendents guarding them. It’s said they’re omnipotent; if it’s true, that man might have a way to heal him?"
In the gloomy atmosphere, because of this sentence, it lightened slightly. Ordinary people navigating the Devil’s Sea might not fully understand wizards’ powers, yet the rumored abilities of wizards had elevated their expectations.
Perhaps, there was a chance for salvation?
While everyone held on to the hope that "that man" could perform a miracle and save both Mr. Renko and Captain Baro, "that man" was pale, leaning against the wall of the medical room.
"Lord Asperu, are you alright?" asked a man in a white doctor’s coat with concern.
Nausicaa clutched her chest, cold sweat drenching her temples, and took a while to catch her breath before shaking her head at those around her: "I’m fine."
"Do you need me to check on you?"
Nausicaa: "No need; physical injuries are nothing."
Those around her thought Nausicaa was enduring her injuries, but it wasn’t the case. She indeed didn’t mind the physical injuries; though heavily injured, as a bloodline wizard, restoring physical injuries wasn’t too challenging, taking just ten days to half a month for complete healing.
The hardest part was non-physical injuries, such as the damage to her spiritual power and... her soul’s injuries.
These were beyond the capability of ordinary doctors to heal.