There were many young men from Pirate Island in the capital, all under Victor's management.
Victor opened the warehouse door and entered.
Armed men raised their weapons, but laughed when they saw his face: “Isn’t that the leader?”
“We haven't met for a long time.”
When the door opened completely, the men stopped.
Behind Victor, stood dozens of Marines.
The warehouse men laid down their weapons, knelt down, and raised their hands behind their heads.
Ivan stepped forward and said: “If the leader came alone, would you try something?”
“Impossible”
“Isn't it?”
Ivan laughed, and the soldiers entered.
Victor took a look at the young men of Pirate Island, and pointed to one of them.
The young man got up grumbling.
Having lived with the pirates longer than the citizens of Salantaire, Victor knew who was the leader and who had the most information.
The young man entered a dusty side room, and closed his eyes.
Victor stabs a bag with a penknife, and sand falls out.
“It's just sand.
We build houses these days.”
“Then, I can take it.”
“We are trying to live as humans here, why do you take everything?”
“I will buy it”
Blight took out a cowhide wallet.
Victor said, “How much do twenty bags of sand cost?”
The young man replied: “It’s not drugs.”
“So?”
“medicine”
While the young man was hesitating, a man of Victor's age arrived, sighing: “I've already seen it, it's medicine.”
“Harold”
Victor approached and said, “Now we can talk.”
Harold looked at him angrily, but he laughed with his scarred face.
He backed away as Victor approached, raising his hands: “Aren’t you exaggerating?
You can’t come and take information just because I snitched once.”
“Your wounds have improved.”
Harold scratched a long scar on his jaw: “Yes, thanks to you, my face is still working, Commander.”
Harold, the pirate who betrayed everything to survive, was remembering the diabolical Victor when he captured him.
His expressionless face and calm voice will never be forgotten until death.
He was clinging to life for two reasons: to lead the people of Pirate Island, and his belief that the ruler of vengeance would one day give him the chance to leave a scar on Victor's face.
Harold said: “You seem interested in medicine?”
"Yes."
Victor motioned to Ivan, and he ushered everyone out of the warehouse, leaving Victor and Harold alone.
Harold said: “You know that the medicine that Miss used on Count Crimson was distributed by us, especially since you sent secret protection.”
“True”
“You come to me based on information from my betrayal?
How ironic.”
Victor looked at him calmly and said: “Your fault is that you have a light mouth.”
“I'm not usually like that.
I only said that because I thought I was going to die.”
“You were afraid of death?”
“No, I must live to take revenge on you one day.”
“Dig my grave later, because there is no other way.”
Victor responded calmly, then said to him with a frown: “Do you have a medicine related to memory?”
“Why do you suddenly ask?
You considered all our medicines to be drugs.”
“I do, but it seems the palace doesn’t.”
“Should it be the other way around?”
Harold asked: “Why do you need it?”
“If you knew why, would you get out of here alive?”
“Okay”
Harold replied: “There is a memory medicine.
It makes the memories more vivid.”
“Side effects?”
“Temporary memory loss”
“What does temporary mean?”
“It varies depending on the person, I can't pinpoint it.”
“He may never recover?”
Harold tapped his head: “Amnesia is caused by a defense mechanism in the brain.
Psychological states and memories differ between people.
If it is a memory they do not want to remember, they may never remember it.”
“And the treatment?”
"There is no.
It is a side effect, but in the end it is the brain's decision.
Reducing stress and rest is the only solution."
Victor remained standing, watching Harold.
Harold knew what that smug look meant: Give me an answer, even by making it up.
Harold said: “There is no complete cure, but if memory loss persists, there is medication to relieve it.”
“Okay”
Victor did not ask about the medicine, but Harold understood that it must be prepared.
Victor opened the door and said to one of his men: “Continue watching.”
“Yes, Commander”
The Marines left the warehouse.
Victor seemed calm, but Ivan and Balin, knowing what the Royal Police had done with the drug, were furious.
Palin said in a low voice: “Is this reasonable?
They dare the Commander...this is an attack by the Royal Police on the Navy.”
“Yes.
The Commander cannot access Royal Police information because he is not Royal.”
“Exactly”
Under the wheels of the cart, the yellow Mageria flower, which grows only in Salantir, was blooming.
Victor remembered Scarlett smiling happily at the sight of these ordinary flowers.
She used to make wreaths and decorations for her fan.
Her parents, who were very rational, loved their daughter's warmth at her joy at the little flowers.
Remember what she said now.
Before getting into the carriage, Victor bent down and picked a Mageria flower.
The driver quickly said: “Let me do it, sir.”
Victor remembered a moment when Scarlett wanted to boil water herf, but he asked the maid to do it.
And remember Scarlett's response:
You're used to having servants and ignoring them, but I can't.I feel their presence, it doesn't seem like we're alone
He didn't understand it.
For two reasons: First, Victor did not consider servants to be his equal individuals.
Second, the nobles of Salantaire, including Victor, saw their lives as the property of their families and lands, rather than something personal.
So, the idea of being alone or not feeling lonely was weird.
But it wasn't bad.
Victor looked at Mageria's flower, then threw it from the cart.
Abundant roses and red flowers are what suits her.