The red moon returns

Chapter 571 It has nothing to do with me
In Charles Square in the King's Quarter, the citizens had just emerged from the shadow of the earthquake and their mood had just calmed down.

The bakers, groceries sellers, meat and fish sellers, and apartment rental owners, all the people gathered in the square are ready to return to their daily lives and are patiently waiting for the distribution of medicines.

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

But before they could act, suddenly...

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

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

The four major churches are on high alert.

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However, the people in the square soon realized that they were surprised too early, because the next moment, not only the church, but as the sound waves spread, bells rang one after another in chapels all over the city.

Soon after, hundreds of carrier pigeons flew out of the downtown Chamber of Commerce building and flocked to every corner of the city.

Something big is going on!

In Charles Square, everyone's heart was in their throat. They stared blankly in the direction where the bell came from, praying desperately to the gods in their hearts.

God bless you, please don't let anything go wrong.

However, perhaps the gods did not hear their prayers.

With the flying of carrier pigeons and the ringing of bells, the city suddenly became abuzz.

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

Correspondingly, the priests in the major churches walked out of the churches with solemn expressions, got on the carriages and entered the crowded streets.

Everyone in the square looked at each other.

No one knew what had happened, and no one dared to guess, but the people who were dispersing all stopped and waited nervously, even breathing more lightly. The increasingly solemn atmosphere and the increasingly oppressive air made these people subconsciously tense, with a feeling of depression before the storm.

Their instinct told them that they couldn't leave, as something serious was about to happen.

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

There was a commotion and confusion coming from the city center in the distance. Then a group of newsboys rushed over from the city center, waving newspapers and shouting. As they got closer, they could hear more and more clearly:
"Extra, Extra, the plague is mutating, and the original medicine is about to become ineffective."

The moment the sound was heard, everyone within hearing range fell into a brief silence, as if the brain was unable to comprehend what was happening.

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The fear that had faded away took over people's consciousness again. Many people dropped the things in their hands to the ground and their faces gradually turned pale. The happier they were just now, the more desperate they were now.

"Martha, please tell me what happened."

The landlady subconsciously reached out her hand to grab her daughter who was waving the newspaper, but the blonde girl nimbly dodged her mother's hand and quickly ran away. Only a few special editions and a childish voice could be heard:

"It's too late to explain, Mom. Just read the newspaper for details. I want to help Uncle Lin Qi spread the information as soon as possible. Trust Uncle Lin Qi. This is what he is..."

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

"The plague has mutated. The effectiveness of the drug has been drastically reduced. It will be completely ineffective in twelve hours."

The large red printed characters on the newspaper paper looked extremely hideous, as hideous as the tentacles of an evil god, making people despair: "The Church of Suffering is studying countermeasures. Please go home and wait. The city government and the church will keep you informed of the news at any time."

How is that possible? Didn't they just say the plague was under control?
Now that something so serious has happened, you want me to go home and wait for news? What are you thinking? Inform us at any time? I don't believe it. Are you trying to hide the truth again and send us home?

The same thing happened in every corner of Rhine City. The citizens of the Steam Age had begun to doubt the government. After seeing the news, those who wanted to go back stopped and stayed on the street nervously, waiting for further news.

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

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

Just when people's emotions were about to get out of control, newsboys waving newspapers once again rushed out of the city center led by the blonde girl.

"Extra, Extra, there is light at the end of the tunnel. The Church of Suffering has found a solution. Saint Florence Nightingale is leading a team to fight the plague. Hope and victory are on our side!"

Little Martha's clear and passionate voice added a touch of tragedy to the atmosphere. The other newsboys behind her followed suit and threw steaming newspapers at the crowd 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.

“We will not retreat until our death! Saint Nightingale leads the Sisters of Misery to fight the plague, vowing to live and die with the Rhine.”

This time the font is black, with a full-page large black-and-white photo printed below.

The angle of the photo was chosen just right. Surrounded by the blazing flames, Ms. Nightingale and a group of believers closed their eyes and prayed. Their expressions were focused and resolute, and their determination to fight the plague almost showed through the paper.

Just by looking at the photos, a feeling of desolation and tragedy surges from everyone's heart, making people feel heartbroken.

No, I'm also worried about myself.

"Your Excellency the Saint leads the people in praying to the Supreme Being, willing to sacrifice his own safety to stop the plague from mutating. The battle has begun, may everything go well, may God bless Rand, may God bless this world!"

The person reading the proclamation continued, and the people immediately became agitated.

Is there still hope? But who is the Supreme? It should be the Lord of Suffering. God bless Rand indeed.

Hope welled up in people's hearts again, dispelling the haze of fear a little. Many people listened to the information in the newspaper, and felt a faint touch of emotion and sigh in their hearts: He is indeed a saint, so selfless and willing to risk his own safety for ours.

"Why are you so moved? Aren't these old men bullying us enough? It's their responsibility to solve the problem when something happens. Why should we worry about them?" But there were different voices in the crowd. The middle-aged woman selling wild vegetables muttered gloomily, "Besides, if there is a plague, they will die just like us. Of course they are worried. Let them take the blame."

"Yes, and maybe she'll get some benefits if it succeeds." A more gloomy voice came out of the fat man selling groceries, "When the time comes, the drugs will be distributed for free, who knows if they will take the opportunity to make money. We should stop worrying about them."

"You are going too far." Mrs. Sterling, who sells bread, said angrily, "Those gentlemen are fine, but the Saint is a good person. Doesn't she feel guilty when you say that?"

"Humph..." The two did not say anything to Ms. Nightingale, but they still looked angry. "It has nothing to do with us anyway, so let's just wait and see. They are more afraid of death than we are, so they will solve it for us."

For a moment, Charles Square was filled with whispers, and many people nodded secretly.

And further away, the entire Rhine city was immersed in the same atmosphere.

Stay out of it, it has nothing to do with me.

In this atmosphere, the sound of galloping horses was heard from the direction of the city center.

(End of this chapter)