"Master, your wounds are quite serious. You need to rest and recuperate properly," Angus said with concern as he applied ointment to Johnny Blood Hand. "That damned Lynch... Once you've recovered, Master, we'll immediately raise our troops, march back to Iron Hammer Town, and tear him to shreds!"
Johnny Blood Hand leaned back on the soft couch. He felt the fiery, stinging pain on his back gradually subside under the ointment's effects, replaced by waves of coolness. The nerves that had been taut for days finally began to relax.
"Angus, I owe you for this." Johnny Blood Hand looked at Angus's earnest and indignant expression, his heart filled with relief. "When we take back Iron Hammer Town, I'll be sure to reward you handsomely."
"You're too kind, Master. I was only doing my duty." Angus lowered his head, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
