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Sylvia collapsed on the ground, gasping desperately.

Everyone is good, but Mary

"It's me, Mary."

Marietta thought Sylvia was suffering from the same problem as herself. She stretched out her hands, lowered her body slightly, and walked towards Sylvia as if summoning a small animal.

Sylvia raised her right hand to cover her face, and moved back while rubbing her legs against the ground.

"Please, Mary, go back and don't come to us for a while." It seemed that because of her emotions, her voice became different, more like a different person than before.

Mary didn't seem to hear anything. She stretched out her hand to Sylvia's bandaged face: "What's wrong with your face?"

Sylvia subconsciously pushed her hand away: "Nothing!"

"You can trust me."

Mary put her hand on Sylvia's shoulder and took her hand with the other to help her up from the dirt.

The female sheriff felt sad. If everything was still like it was when they were children, they could talk about anything.

She and the girls at the club who had fallen into the mud had ridden a horse together and exchanged skirts, and no one mentioned it anymore.

Under her palms, she felt the dancer's body trembling, and after her own warmth passed through, the symptoms were relieved.

Sylvia raised her head, her exposed eyes full of pleading, and she asked a question that Mary had not thought of:

"Will you forget us, Mary?"

"No, even if I can't recognize others, I will always remember you."

Mary helped her up gently.

Mary's unrecognizable condition first appeared after a week of intense grief following her father's death.

Mary could no longer remember other people's faces and had lost the ability to "imagine specific images and even colors."

But the strange thing is that she still remembers her former relatives and friends. Her memory is gray. Only about these people, their smiles are as fresh in her memory as if they just happened.

"Look, even if you are wearing a cloak and covering your face, I still remember you as Sylvia."

"But what if I change?"

"I still remember you." Mary replied decisively.

Although years of training as a knight have made her less delicate than a woman, her courage and will to fight are better than those of a man.

"Sylvia, please tell me now what happened in the club. Why have you been avoiding me recently? No matter what happens, I will help you."

Her decisiveness is contagious.

The dancer lowered her head and mustered up the courage to tell the unspeakable truth:

"Everyone has become different from before. Starting from a month ago, our bodies have undergone mutations, and some of them are not quite like humans."

She took off her hood, revealing her brown curly hair.

Just looking at this long curly hair, she must be considered a beauty even if she covers her face.

Sylvia pulled off the bandage, exposing the area from her forehead to her eyes.

The brown-red hair spread all the way to the forehead that should have been fair and flat, even reaching the eyebrows.

Looking in the shadow of the alley, the upper half of her face almost lost its human feel, and her gray pupils were even faintly glowing.

"That's it."

Even though there was no one around, she quickly pulled on the bandage and said in a tearful voice: "This is the case for me. Others have similar things. Sandy's hands started to grow scales and she had to soak them in water every two hours. Otherwise, it starts to bleed. Louise has a huge tumor on her back, so heavy that she can barely stand upright, and Nancy, she can only smell with her tongue now. We are turning into monsters!"

Mary was not touched at all when she saw Sylvia's true appearance until she heard these descriptions of the changes.

She thought of the people Galeed had asked her to execute—the sick infected with the colonial plague.

In order to prevent infection, she killed many people with her own hands.

Mary thought, stretched out her arms to hug Sylvia, her expression softened where the other party couldn't see her.

It sounds like everyone in the club still has sense, and they can still be saved.

Mary didn't want to give up on them.

"You've always been my friends, no matter what. And it's just a disease, not untreatable. I've heard about it, my friends at the Sheriff's Department know about it, it's been in the latest newspapers, and it's There are many people like this. But as long as you can get treatment in time, you will get better soon. I will go to the clinic with you until you recover."

As she said this, she suddenly remembered that although Galid mentioned that there was such a clinic, he had never taken her to see it.

Hearing her answer, Sylvia slowly pushed her away, leaned against the wall, and said sadly: "This is not a disease, I know what it is, the dark era is returning."

"What did you say?" Mary suspected that she had not heard clearly. This statement seemed to be taken out of a child's fairy tale book.

"Rosa in the club, she was a witch, she told us everything. We didn't believe it at first, but she had a way to keep us working so that the audience couldn't see our state. She just used some special potions and smoke. The incense makes her magic work, but only in the club."

Mary took a deep breath, her reason and trust in her friends clashing with each other at this moment.

She wanted to believe Galeed, but the state Sylvia was talking about couldn't be explained by common sense.

And the man stalking at the door of the club also asked himself questions about Rosa. This situation may not be accidental.

In the end she could only ask: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Sylvia answered melancholy: "We wanted to tell you at the time, but then we suddenly felt that it might scare you, so..."

No one wanted to tell Mary the truth, which made her feel a little incredible.

"Are there any conditions for this help?"

"She asked us to perform a specific piece of music, and she also asked us to swear allegiance to a young prophet from out of town, and to fulfill his requests as much as possible."

"Is Rosa at the club now?"

Mary planned to find the witch to find out. If the negotiation fails, she doesn't mind using force.

Compared with Sylvia's trust in Rosa, Mary is more inclined to believe that the witch caused all this.

Since fairy tales are true, then of course the evil witch is also true. Instinct told her that even if the witch hadn't done this, she would still be happy to see these changes, and was probably taking advantage of her unsuspecting friends.

"She left the club a week ago and may never come back."

Speaking of this, Sylvia started to tremble again: "If she comes back, she will definitely take revenge on us."

"What did you do?"

Mary's heartbeat also accelerated, and her hand unconsciously reached for the holster on her waist. The weapon made her feel at ease.

"The prophet said that he had a way to use holy objects to lead us to understand the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven. Then he took us to an old house and gave us guns. Then he said that there was only one guardian there. If anyone saw When others come in, let us kill them.”

Speaking of killing, Sylvia's voice began to tremble.

Not everyone can face death calmly, especially death caused by their own hands.

Mary stepped forward and took her hand, giving her warmth and courage:

"I know it's not easy."

Sylvia composed herself: "Later, we found out that in that old house, the guardian mentioned by the prophet was dead. He died at the back door. His body was gnawed to pieces by rats. He was very surprised and surprised us. They all went upstairs to search, and I went alone to see the so-called holy objects."

"We were waiting upstairs, and soon we heard a noise downstairs. An unknown man came up with a gun. We remembered the prophet's words and forced him to throw the gun to us, but we couldn't do it. I beat him a few times and then worked together to hang him up."

"Did he die later?" Mary asked.

Sylvia shook her head: "I don't know. Later, there was another sound of fighting downstairs, but it ended quickly. Nancy said she smelled a terrible monster approaching, and the prophet's breath became weak. We also heard There was a loud noise coming from the stairs, so they all ran away because they were really scared.”

Mary comforted her: "This result is not bad. You did not listen to his words and kill people, which protected your conscience."

"But we abandoned the prophet, and he might be dead."

Sylvia covered her face, feeling guilty, a state of mind that seemed unnatural to Mary.

The guy called the prophet should have just come to the club recently, and their relationship shouldn't be that good.

"It's not your fault either."

Mary thought for a while and then said: "In this case, you should prepare your belongings that are easy to carry, and then come to my house. Don't stay here to work first, lest the witch comes to visit."

"Is this okay? I heard that witches can do divination." Sylvia worried, fearing that Mary would be implicated.

Mary patted the holster on her waist and said confidently: "Her fortune telling speed must not be as fast as bullets."

She suddenly remembered something again and asked: "Sylvia, what did you do when you went out this time?"

Sylvia was a little nervous and touched her chest to confirm the existence of the item: "We just found out that the confiscated weapon is still with us. We don't want to keep it. It may be tracked by the enemies of the prophet, so I plan to find it." A place to throw it away.”

"Can you show me?" Mary held out her hand.

Sylvia took a revolver from her pocket and placed it in her palm.

Mary grasped the handle and was surprised to find that she was familiar with the material and style of the gun.

This is a specially made Ranger revolver. Currently, only the commanders of the cavalry will be issued such a gun.

Her father also had one.