Inside the hospital at Kelor City.

It's called a hospital, but it's more like a place for terminal care.

The various drugs developed by the Northern Prison are very expensive. Back on the Black Sail Ship, the medicines were abundant because Liszt led the way in making lots of money, and public funds were strong. In terms of medical conditions, it reached the standards of the Aran Army.

But here.

From an economic perspective, investing resources in the disabled would be detrimental to the overall situation.

Moreover, in Mulong, education was monopolized by the nobles, and knowledge itself was a resource.

The Great Wetland, also a jewel of Aran, was the opposite.

The sub-dragon people of the Wetland, upon finishing their studies and returning, immediately declared themselves as the Emperor, while the various black societies entrenched in the Wetland madly fed drugs to Aran. The poor had their own ways to fight; if Murphys didn't pay tribute annually, this jewel would have blinded the Emperor.

In Mulong, those who could study abroad were the second generation, aligned with their fathers upon return. To them, having been tainted by foreign airs, they were incomparable. The domestic tribes were savages that would not obey unless they were entirely wiped out; fortunately, the railroad was coming through, and they hoped to be assimilated by Aran soon, becoming a developed country and saving themselves the trouble of dealing with the savages.

Thus, the medical conditions, sanitary environment, and the skill level of the doctors here were extremely limited.

In any case, it was a cauldron of despair.

Mika had not dared to linger near the hospital recently. He wasn't a saint, didn't have the ability, and was just a pirate here to make a living. He was hoping that this job would succeed, and the dividends at the end of the year would make a fortune so he could hire the top musician Qili.

One man's strength could not resist the God of Death from taking these people.

But Archer's life still had to be saved.

Mika bypassed the moaning and groaning dying soldiers. Many had wounds so festering and infections so widespread that even the High Priest couldn't save them.

The Black Sail was currently the designated Black Gloves in Mulong by Lostra, so the Resistance Army had to be treated well.

Although the space wasn't large, Archer had his own private ward.

When Mika saw the scene in the room.

Archer, hanging by a thread, receiving an intravenous drip, and the life of a long-time companion, were all thrown to the back of Mika's mind.

He stared for a while,

Liszt had bragged about something called the Dali Garden Effect, or was it the Tyndall Effect?

A breeze lifted the curtain, and beams of light shone on the female doctor dressed in the conservative traditional Mulong robe, where even her curves couldn't be seen.

The silk veil she wore couldn't hide her vibrant sea-blue hair.

Mika couldn't find the words to describe her Holy Spirit-like face. A beautiful woman usually aroused evil thoughts, but in her presence, he only felt ashamed and humiliated for those thoughts that were already crushed.

The sorrow in her azure eyes, the fallen gaze, her painted brows and the silhouette of her side profile could kill a man.

Mika felt like the Holy Spirit had descended; all he knew was that he had to help her!

"Your Highness, you are too tired. Please return to your place. The pirates have already called their doctor."

A haggard doctor reminded her that she shouldn't be here and must avoid contact with the pirates.

"Since they are here to help us, it must be foolproof. Although I only learned useless things in Pedan, I have read some books on New Pharmacology."

Despite saying so, Su Yizhana was flustered at the sight of Archer, who looked like a corpse. She had already tried inducing vomiting, but severe respiratory suppression from alcohol poisoning had set in.

After drinking two big bottles of 95% medical alcohol and still not dying, it felt like a miracle to Su Yizhana. Now, she administered intravenous naloxone to dilute the ethanol concentration and restore the suppressed central nervous system.

Archer was lying on his side to prevent choking on his vomit.

"Escape to Londen City."

Archer, still alive despite slurring with an enlarged tongue and drooling, was talking nonsense.

Mika understood but was dumbfounded. Londen City? It was already halfway through the year 2690.

Fortunately, Mika realized the current situation. Since Archer could still talk, there was no problem. This was minor. Once, he slept through New Year's without a sound, and everyone thought he was about to die. This level meant Mr. Archer would be back on his feet by the afternoon.

Just hoping Lostra would deliver the supplies soon. Shadi insisted that alcohol was a must. Alcohol was Archer's asthma medication; keeping him on four catties a day kept him barely sane. If he didn't drink, he would go completely insane due to withdrawal.

But it didn't matter; Archer was as good as dead. His head was just there for height and had no practical use. Compared to Archer, even Weber could join the top brains competition.

If he heard correctly...

The doctor had addressed this woman as "Your Highness."

Today had been an extraordinary day.

Mika was moved to tears.

Before setting out from Golden Palm Port, he naturally did some background research on Mulong.

Everyone knew Aran's ways; the people of the Western Continent couldn't be bothered to talk about it.

The Philip Royal Family of Beima Duchy was exterminated, and a distant, foolish relative was installed as king.

The Shaman King of the sub-dragon people in the Great Wetland was also killed, with Murphys put in place.

Many other duchies were handled similarly, with pretenses of aiding allies and slaughtering entire families. Then came the bone-sucking phase, nothing new.

Aran's expansion was swift, and their consecutive moves left everything east of the Narrow Sea screaming.

The Mulong Duchy was naturally subjected to the same unexplained consecutive moves.

Now, the puppet government king was also a distant relative of the legitimate Mulong Royal Family.

The legitimate Royal Family's concept of governance was different from these elite classes. It was about national interest, not class interest, without touching the nobles' cake, while ensuring the tribes had something to eat.

Everyone knew that good people had guns pointed at them.

Mika never thought he would see a princess, a lost country princess, in his life.

This woman was undoubtedly the legitimate Mulong Royal Family.

"He will be fine."

Mika wanted to continue talking but didn't get the chance.

What kind of scum are pirates? How could they talk to a Princess?

"You should go back."

Seeing the Black Sail members arriving, the doctor reminded Su Yizhana, afraid of any association with the pirates.

"I have already decided. I am just an ordinary doctor now, you don't have to mind me. These people... they were all deceived by Uborio..."

She still couldn't say the word deception. Uborio was the leader of the Resistance Army, the Marquis of Golden Palm Port. Perhaps they just wanted better conditions for selling out the country, continually sending their people to die.

Su Yizhana was in immense agony because they used her name.

If Aran wanted to run the railroad through Mulong, so be it. She didn't want to see her people sacrifice needlessly.

In reality, the Resistance Army alone couldn't resist Aran. External forces were circling, with many foreign interests tangled with Aran here.

Even if they won the war, it wouldn't end well. It would still be a puppet government, just with herself in the seat, controlled by Lostra, the Seventh Amendment, the East Sea Pirates, or even the Resistance Army.

Mulong was destined to be a functional state. The Mulong Empire had ceased to exist centuries ago.

If the Emperor wanted to conquer, then let him.

Mika didn't know if he lost his mind or what, but seeing Su Yizhana's heartbroken expression, he couldn't hold back and started boasting.

"When my eldest brother, Li Si, arrives with Heavenly Soldiers, they'll sweep away the Aran Army."

He said it with determination and finality.

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