Red Moon Returns

In Charles Square in the King's District, the citizens had just walked out of the shadow of the earthquake and had just calmed down.

Those who sold bread, groceries, fish and meat, and rented apartments, all the people gathered in the square were ready to return to their daily lives and wait patiently for the distribution of medicines.

The plague will eventually pass, but life must go on.

However, before they could take action, suddenly...

"Dang, dang, dang..."

In the distant direction of the city center, the church bells rang again.

The four major churches, the alarm bells rang.

Something happened?

However, the people in the square immediately knew that they were surprised too early, because the next moment, not only the church, but also the chapels throughout the city also rang bells one after another as the sound waves spread.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of pigeons flew out of the building of the downtown business association and rushed to every corner of the city.

This is a big deal!

In Charles Square, everyone's heart was hanging, staring blankly at the direction where the bells came from, and praying desperately to the gods in their hearts.

Gods bless, there must be no more twists and turns. ,

However, perhaps the gods did not hear their prayers.

As the pigeons and bells flew together, the city suddenly became agitated.

Horses galloped out from the direction of the city center. At their call, the children in the King's District, led by the blonde girl, flocked to the newspaper gathering place in the city center.

In response, the priests in the major churches also walked out of the church with solemn faces, got on the carriage and disappeared into the crowded streets.

Everyone in the square looked at each other.

No one knew what happened, and no one dared to guess, but the people who were dispersing stopped at the same time, waiting nervously, and even breathing lightened a lot. The increasingly solemn atmosphere and the increasingly oppressive air made these people subconsciously nervous, with a sense of oppression before the storm.

Instinct told them that they could not leave, and something big was going to happen.

One minute, two minutes, the atmosphere became more depressing every minute, until half an hour later, suddenly...

There was a noise and chaos from the direction of the city center in the distance, and then a group of newsboys waving newspapers ran from the city center, shouting constantly. As the distance got closer, it became clearer and clearer:

"Extra, Extra, the plague is mutating, and the original medicine is about to become ineffective."

The moment the sound came out, everyone within the range of hearing fell into a brief silence, as if the brain could not understand what was happening for a while.

Click.

The faded fear reoccupied people's consciousness, and many things in their hands fell to the ground, and their faces gradually turned pale. The more joy they had just had, the more desperate they were now.

"Martha, what happened? Please tell me clearly."

The landlady subconsciously reached out to grab her daughter who was waving the newspaper, but the blonde girl nimbly dodged her mother's hand and quickly went away. Only a few special editions and a tender child's voice came:

"It's too late to explain, Mom, just read the newspaper for details. I want to help Uncle Lynch spread the information as soon as possible. Believe in Uncle Lynch, this is him..."

The voice gradually faded away, and only a few special editions remained in the hands of the people in the square.

"The plague mutated, and the effect of the drug decreased sharply. It will be completely ineffective after twelve hours."

The large red printed characters on the newspaper paper looked extremely hideous, and they looked as hideous as the tentacles of the evil god, which made people desperate:

"The Church of Suffering is studying countermeasures. Please go home and wait. The city government and the church will inform everyone at any time."

How is it possible? Didn't you just say that the plague has been controlled?

Now that such a big thing has happened, you let me go home and wait for news? What are you thinking? Inform at any time? I don't believe it. Are you going to hide the truth again and plan to fool us back home?

The same thing happened in every corner of Rhine City. Citizens in the steam age had begun to doubt the government. Seeing this news, those who wanted to go back stopped and stayed on the street anxiously, waiting for further news.

However, an hour passed and it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, but no further news came.

As time went by, people became more and more depressed. Charles Square and even the entire Rhine seemed to be a steam valve that was constantly pressurized and could explode at any time.

Just when the public's emotions were about to get out of control, the newspaper boys waving newspapers rushed out of the city center again under the leadership of the blonde girl.

"Extra, Extra, dawn is coming, the Church of Suffering has found a solution, Saint Nightingale personally led the team to fight the plague, hope and victory are on our side!"

Little Martha shouted out impassioned words in a crisp voice, adding a bit of tragic atmosphere. The other newspaper boys behind her shouted and threw the steaming newspapers on the people in the square.

The anxious citizens no longer cared about the newspaper boys who were running away. Those who could read held up the newspapers and read them impatiently.

"Never give up! Saint Ms. Nightingale led the suffering nuns to fight the plague and vowed to live and die with the Rhine."

This time it was in black font, with a full-page large black and white photo printed below.

The angle of the photo was just right. Around the blazing flames, Ms. Nightingale led a group of believers to pray with their eyes closed, their expressions focused and resolute, and their determination to fight the plague almost penetrated the paper.

Just looking at the photos, a sense of desolation and tragedy surges out of everyone's heart, making people unable to help but feel heartbroken.

No, I am also worried about myself.

"Your Majesty the Saint led the crowd to pray to the Supreme Being, willing to stop the mutation of the plague at the cost of his own safety. The battle has begun. May everything go well. May God bless Rand, and may God bless this world!"

The person who read it continued to read, and the people immediately became commotion.

Is there any help? But who is the Supreme? He must be the Lord of Suffering, and indeed God bless Rand.

Hope surged from people's hearts again, dispersing the haze of fear a little. Many people listened to the information in the newspaper, and felt a touch of emotion and sigh in their hearts: He is indeed a saint, with such a spirit of sacrifice, and is willing to do something for Our safety is at stake.

"Why are you moved? Don't these gentlemen usually bully us enough? They should solve it when something goes wrong. Why should we worry about them?" But there were also different voices in the crowd. The middle-aged woman selling wild vegetables was gloomy. murmured, "Besides, there is really a plague. They will die just like us. Of course they are anxious, so let them fight it."

"Yes, and maybe she will get some benefits if she succeeds." A more gloomy voice came from the mouth of the fat man selling groceries, "When the medicine is said to be distributed for free, who knows whether they will take the opportunity to make money. Let’s not worry about them.”

"What you said is going too far." Mrs. Sterling, the bread seller, said angrily, "Forget about those gentlemen, Your Excellency the Saint is a good person. Doesn't she feel guilty when you say this?"

"Hmph..." The two of them didn't say anything more to Ms. Nightingale, but they still looked angry. "It has nothing to do with us anyway. Let's just wait and watch the excitement. They are more afraid of death than us and will solve it for us."

For a time, Charles Square was full of whispers, and many people nodded secretly.

And farther away, the entire Rhine City is immersed in the same atmosphere.

It has nothing to do with me.

In this atmosphere, the sound of galloping horse hooves sounded from the direction of the city center.