John and Fowler stayed at the police station until dusk, listening to Vernon Farley's funny law enforcement story, and didn't realize that time had passed until Sheriff Farley picked up his pen again and claimed that he had unfinished business.

Out of the police station, the afterglow of the setting sun scattered all over the town, Mr. Fowler did not rush back to the hotel, but called John to his side to inquire about his eye disease, John said that his eyes were fine, but he was not in good spirits these days, and he only needed to go back to the hotel to rest for a few days.

Mr. Fowler grabbed John, who was about to leave.

"We don't know if it's a bad disease that happened to you, don't leave it alone, John. I know an orc hunter who loves to study herbs and has cures for most diseases that arise in the wild, and he lives in the mountains around Strawberry Town, so you can find it. ”

John left Strawberry Town and traveled to the Great Valley in search of Sevo Baglow, the hunter and herbalist that Mr. Fowler called him, a man who was often found in wild beast haunts and only occasionally came to the town's market when his game was being sold.

It was almost evening, and the hunters were supposed to be resting at sunset, so John drew his attention to the lonely campfire in the valley, and soon a campfire came into his sight, and John leaned in.

"Sir, have you seen Mr. Sewo Baglo?"

"What are you looking for him?" The man sitting by the fire fiddled with the meat skewers in his hands, and did not stop what he was doing because of the approach of outsiders.

"I was sick and a friend told me I could get help from him."

"How can you be sure he's in this area? Maybe he's long since he stopped hunting. The man said calmly, holding the skewer in front of him and taking a bite.

"I guess you haven't eaten yet, right?" The man handed the half-cut skewer to John.

"Sir, I'm in a hurry." John didn't take the food that came close.

"Patients need to eat enough to be treated, and for most conditions, a variety of foods is the best remedy. Eat it, sir, and I'll cure you." ”

John looked at the man in surprise and guessed that he was Sevo Baglow, but he didn't rush to identify himself at first, but said something seemingly unrelated, and it seemed that Mr. Baglow was indeed a good doctor.

Sevo Baglo watched with satisfaction as John swallowed the pieces of meat he had given him and then took out some small colorful pill bottles from the tent, and John was reminded of Holel Albright, who had been arrested by him for selling counterfeit medicines.

"So, sir, tell me about your symptoms." Sewo said suddenly.

So John recounted his experience from the discovery of his eye disease at Brenand's fort to the time that Mr. Fowler had recommended him to visit Sevier Baglow, only to polish what had happened inside the fort and the Van der Linde gang he led. Sevo Baglo listened intently, and it didn't seem like the old hunter was suspicious.

"I see." After listening to John's story, Sevo replied simply, and then he chose one of his pile of small medicine bottles, which contained a gray slimy liquid that reminded John of the corn porridge that his mother used to make, "This is special snake oil, made from lobelia that regulates snake venom and rare herbs or prairie poppies." ”

"Uh...... Mr. Baglow, I've heard of both herbs, and it doesn't sound like the right medicine. ”

"It's true that they don't work as a cure, but John, I diagnosed you with no illness, and what haunts you is a rare phenomenon among western cowboys - it consumes a lot of energy to stay focused for a short period of time, and it is both a blessing and a curse, depending on your own mentality."

John still kept the idea in his mind that it was a disease, but what he was really worried about was not the disease itself, but the timing of its onset, and he tried to express this idea to Sevo: "Doctor, is the phenomenon you are talking about that could happen at any time?" If it's downright uncontrollable, it's better for me to die a violent death. ”

"Mr. Coster, contrary to what you say, it is controllable. I'm a big fan of calling it the "Eye of Death," and some gifted cowboys call it that. Even though the Eye of Death occurs very rarely, I've already found that drugs like the snake oil I gave you can relieve the fatigue of using the Eye of Death, chewing tobacco and some other plants can have similar effects. Sevo paused and continued, "So, sir, let's test the Eye of Death's abilities, and all the animals here can be your target." ”

John removed the roller rifle from his back, and after a few days of practice, he had mastered the skills of Dead Eye. After listening to Mr. Baglow's description, he realized it was time to put his abilities into use.

John observed a few gray rabbits jumping back and forth in the bushes not far away, he raised the gun in his hand, his eyes focused on the sight and the prey, when the perfect three-point line was formed, he entered an extraordinary state of concentration, which he could not stop completely autonomously, like a misstep into a quagmire, drifting between getting out of trouble and falling.

Bang bang bang.

After three shots, the three hares fell, and the field was quiet again.

John was so tired that he fell, but fortunately Sevo hurriedly went up and fed him a few mouthfuls of snake oil so that John did not faint.

"That's a waste." John sat up, his energy not yet fully restored.

"You need to replenish snake oil frequently to regain your energy, and later you can collect valerian roots to increase the time of the Eye of Death, this plant is very rare, as far as I know, it is more distributed in the Dakota River basin, you can try your luck there."

On the way back, John climbed the hill at the end of the town, and although night had already fallen, the moonlight was exceptionally bright, and Strawberry Town was like a sleeping baby, lying quietly in the cradle of the Great Valley.

With the magical abilities of the Eye of Death, John tries to see the whole of Strawberry Town.

A small river flows through the houses of high and low level, dividing the town into two parts facing each other, two elegant and tranquil wooden bridges serve as a hub between the two sides, and waterwheels erected on the shallows draw water from the river. The town is surrounded by cliffs, and two muddy roads are built along the mountain, which is like a small town with tourism as its business.

"Eye of Death."

The name made John feel like he possessed a mysterious and terrifying power, how terrifying it sounded, and the man who wielded it was the even more terrifying Grim Reaper.