Red Dead Redemption Dawn

When the two of John boarded the train, they found a seat by the window. Looking at the beautiful and primitive scenery outside the window, John felt a lot more calm.

Looking at his gradually improving face, Jakoda did not disturb him, but thought about his own affairs.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, John was suddenly a little tired, and unknowingly leaned against the window and fell asleep.

"John, wake up, we're here." Yakeda patted John's shoulder.

"Well?" John opened his eyes and looked at Jakota sleepily.

"Arrived so soon?" John said in surprise.

"What? It's getting dark, you look tired." Jakota said looking at John's tired face.

"Really?" John raised his eyes and looked out the window. Sure enough, it was already dark, and not far ahead was the station where the two of them got on the bus the day before yesterday.

"You don't look very good, are you okay?" Jakota asked concernedly, looking at John's weak appearance.

John doesn't feel very well now. His head is a little dizzy, and his limbs can't lift his strength.

"I feel fine. I think I need to find a place to sleep well." John shook his head to restore his heavy head.

But he knew that there was something wrong with his state, it should be sick.

It's okay to say that this happened to other people, but it's unbelievable to happen to me. His physical fitness is more than twice or three times that of the average person, and how could he get sick with his own system? !

While wondering about the change in his body, a man with a top hat and a mustache flashed in John's mind.

A sense of fear flooded John's heart, and he hurriedly took out the potion exchanged by the system from his backpack and poured it.

The things exchanged by the system only have special effects on John himself, and it is useless for others.

After taking a bottle of medicine, John felt that his body seemed to recover a little, but his limbs were still a little weak, so he took a few more bottles, and the situation was much better, but he still didn't completely get rid of the cold.

At this moment, John was really panicked.

"John, are you alright? I'll take you to see a doctor in Blackwater Town." Jakeda helped John get off the train.

"The manor we went back to first, I'll take a good rest first and go to the hospital the next day." John directly rejected Jakoda's proposal. If even the system, which transcends cognition, can't solve his problem, he doesn't think The doctors of this world can.

Seeing John's insistence, Jakota nodded in agreement.

The two came to the inn and handed in the deposit slip to get their horses back. With the help of Jakeda, the two rushed to the manor at a slow pace.

Along the way, John's improved state began to decline again, his head also became dizzy, and his limbs were weak.

In the early morning, the two arrived at their destination.

"Who's where? Who are you? What are you doing here? This is Sheriff John's manor, get out of here." Before anyone arrived, a voice came from far and near.

In the sight of Jakota and John, a gun-toting guard came on horseback.

When the people came near, they also saw John and Jacques.

"Mr. John!? What's wrong with you?" the visitor asked in surprise.

"Who are you??" John couldn't recognize this guy, so he asked weakly.

"I'm Billy, one of those three homeless people. We ate grilled fish together the day before yesterday, Mr. John, do you remember?" Billy was wearing clean and tidy clothes now, and his appearance was well washed. As a result, John didn't recognize it for a while.

"Yes, I remember, is it your vigil tonight?" John's voice was exhausted and powerless.

"Yes, it's my turn tonight. Mr. John, what's wrong with you, you don't look very well." Billy asked with concern.

"He needs to rest, take us in first." Jakeda said.

"He's Jakeda, a friend I invited on a special trip." John Qiang gave a grand introduction.

"Well, Mr. Jakeda, this way please." Billy glanced at Jakeda, and without saying anything, he took the two to the manor.

John's return in the early morning made the lights of the manor come on all of a sudden.

Then Kane, Lambert, Dorom, Hart, and the people in the manor were basically clear because of John's return, and even Lambert's wife got up to greet John.

"What's wrong with him, John, you look a little bad." Kane and Lambert were the first to ask, and Dorom Hart followed.

"I don't know, he seems to be ill, but he was fine this morning." Billy introduced Yakta's identity.

Everyone involuntarily helped John to the master bedroom on the second floor, and the cleaning lady of the manor also brought hot water.

John's mild dizziness began to worsen after returning to the manor.

He took out a few bottles of potion from the backpack that was unloaded by everyone and poured them in, and the situation improved a little.

"I'm fine, I'm just too tired, you guys can go down to rest, I'm fine." John, whose face improved, said to everyone.

"Kane, take Jakota to the second floor to choose a suitable room." John looked at Kane and ordered.

"Yeah." Kane nodded as he looked at John, whose face was getting better.

"Okay, it's alright, I don't need to take care of me, I'll just sleep and go back to rest. You make me seem like I'm going to die." John made a small joke.

Hearing him say this, the crowd didn't say much, so the people gathered in the master bedroom dispersed again.

"Are you sure, you looked very weak just now." Lambert asked after the others went out.

"Go back, I said it's fine, I'm serious." John hammered his chest to assure.

After being affirmed, Lambert also walked out.

After everyone went out, John took out the potion and started pouring it hard. After drinking about ten bottles, John's tongue was numb before he stopped. At this time, he felt a little hot all over his body, and then his mental state began to become extremely tired.

John quickly covered the quilt and put his head on the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

John felt that he had a very long dream, dreaming that he slept for a long, long time.

Then a light woke him up.

"Huh?" John opened his eyes.

The sunlight outside the window just shone on John's bed. After careful observation, it was probably around ten o'clock in the morning.

The dizziness, fever, and physical weakness have been relieved, and John has regained his former spirit.

He got out of bed and took off the clothes on his upper body. His skin was still his normal skin color, nothing changed. John clenched his fist again, feeling no problem with strength.

But John felt something was wrong.

So John took out a can of canned beef, and he tried to squeeze this can with his bare hands without using all his strength with one hand.

In order to avoid the canned shriveled beef flying around, John found a vase, put the can in and started to use force.

After more than ten seconds, Mo made a 'pop', and the aroma of the canned beef was scattered.

John blushed and took it out.

It can still be squeezed, but John used the strength of breastfeeding.

"Losing a part of his power." John said to himself while looking at the can in his hand. A physical problem yesterday caused him to have a high fever and weakness in his limbs. Today seems to be good, but I seem to have lost some of my strength.

Originally, he had the power to hold almost three people, but now there is only one power unit with less than two people left.

It feels like someone's physical fitness is dead.

Looking at the grease in his hand, John felt that he had lost a lot of money. He just burned a photo and killed someone he could trade with, and he paid such a huge price.

Can it be recovered? Intuition tells myself that it will never be possible.

"Ah~" With a sigh, he picked up a towel to wipe the grease on his hands, then walked to the balcony and looked at the distant sky in silence.

"Mr. John, good morning, you look much better." Hart, who was helping with his work downstairs, saw John on the balcony and asked aloud.

"Well, much better, Hart, have you made anything delicious?" John asked casually.

"Of course there is. Goulash is delicious in the kitchen," said Hart as he worked.

John nodded, then asked the servant to get two buckets of hot water and took a comfortable bath.

After getting dressed, they went downstairs. Ella and Mrs. Sharman were wiping the dust in the manor. Both of them are black women in their thirties~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a sturdy body, and they can do both physical and meticulous work.

John signaled that he didn't need to greet him, and then went to the kitchen to eat beef stew with potatoes. He almost finished the whole pot by himself.

After eating, John went out and met Billy.

"Mr. John, Mr. Kane asked me to tell you that he wants you to rest for a few days. The dock area is fine and there is no problem. Don't worry." Billy looked at John and told what Kane was going to convey this morning.

"Well, I see." John nodded.

It's better to rest for a few days, John thought.

"By the way, Billy, where's my friend?" John asked about Jakota's whereabouts, and he didn't see him today.

"Mr. Jakota went out early in the morning and said that he might find some herbs to come back, which might be of use to you." Billy returned.

"kindness."

John looked around bored, and then he saw the fishing tackle placed in the corner of the manor.

"Whose is this?" John walked over and took a look.

"Mr. Kane's, he bought it yesterday." Billy replied.

"Well. It's alright. Go and do your own thing." John picked up the fishing tackle and nodded at Billy.

Fishing is also good. Looking at the fishing tackle John, this thought flashed through his mind.

After running around for so long, I haven't fully enjoyed it yet. Yesterday, I lost some of my strength permanently. John felt relaxed for a few days.

I told the people in the manor that if anyone finds me, let him go to Guige Bay.

Then John brought fishing gear and buckets, and rode his horse towards Guige Bay not far below the manor.

He had never fished in his previous life, but he had seen many people on TV who did, so it shouldn't be too difficult to come fishing.