June 11: After a day of rest, my energy finally recovered. Stridge said that the wounds on my chest had to be recuperated, and that the wounds needed herbs to heal, so she came to my room every morning with a bundle of dark green plants that I had gotten out of nowhere, and I was about to treat her like a doctor these days.

Watching Kyle carefully craft, I believe that the leather bag is thick and durable, and he chooses the softest part of the bear skin as the surface of the bag, using the nerve as the needle and thread for stitching, he says that this breathable design can keep the meat and food inside a little longer. Not only did all the leather bags come from the bearskin, but he also made a shoulder wrap for Streich out of the remaining trimmings, which Madame Manstar couldn't put down.

Surprisingly, the shadows in the woods were not photographers, and Mr. Fowler and Mrs. McLivell followed the man to a camp, the stronghold of the remnants of the Odrysco gang, to be precise, where dozens of men were entrenched, who, according to Mr. Fowler, plundered passers-by and seemed to have no fear of the law. Recently, the Odrisko gang has set their sights on us, and the village of Coulter is no longer a paradise.

What to do with this strange gang? This is the focus of John's diary these days, and it is the top priority of the gang, and after lunch, the gang will discuss the matter together in Mr. Fowler's house.

John walked out of the house, there was a rustling sound in the woods next to the village, he didn't know if the bushes there were hiding hostile spies, if there were people observing him like this, no matter what, he had to pay attention to the words and actions of the gangs, even in the village of Coulters, and it was not good that one day the Odrisko gang would look after the gangs and plunder.

John walked into the large house where Mr. Fowler lived, which was also Mrs. McLifever's residence, and perhaps because of a similar experience, Mr. Fowler took good care of her, and it was evident that a deep friendship had formed between the two old men.

"Hello, John, how's your body recovering?" Mr. Fowler was busy scrubbing his gun when he stopped what he was doing when John came in.

"It's good, Streich's medicine is very effective."

"It seems that Lady Manstar has her own way, and you should have accepted her a long time ago, I'm not wrong."

"Yes, I was a little worried before."

Mr. Fowler rose from his chair, walked over to the wall where the fireplace was, and hung the polished spear on the shelf above the fireplace.

"John, do you know why I cleaned the gun and put it away?"

John shook his head.

"Apparently you don't know much about the logistics of gangs. In the past few days, many people have reported to me that they are running out of ammunition. This is the same experience as the attack on Emerald Manor, except this time the situation is more dire, and we can't go to the towns outside to buy supplies. ”

"What about hunting? What's more, we have just met Odrysco's new "friends", and we can't fight them when we put down our guns. ”

Mr. Fowler turned around and said with a serious face, "We can hunt with bows and arrows, and Odrysco is helping those guys, do you still want to fight them?" I've seen them with my own eyes, and even though they're a rabble, we don't have as much ammunition to compete with. ”

Even though the ammunition was indeed a big problem, John felt that Mr. Fowler in front of him was a little withdrawn, which was completely different from what he had done before, "Except for the Pinkerton, this is the biggest threat to the gang, and besides, you said that you should be prepared for danger in times of peace." ”

"John, this thing is different, it is definitely not something that we can deal with with by taking the initiative, you have good marksmanship and have the heart to fight, but what about the rest of the gang? How many more people can stand up to Van der Linde? Me, you, Miller, Thomas, Bibo, and Streich. Margaret didn't have what it took to fight, let alone the others. ”

"If we don't eliminate the hidden dangers, how can the safety of the coulter village be guaranteed?"

"If we go out now, we will undoubtedly die, and the only choice left for us is to wait and see."

"But ......"

"Don't talk about it."

Mr. Fowler interrupted him with a raised hand.

It was the first time in John's memory that he had had such an impasse with Mr. Fowler, and the two of them had always been on the same page, no matter what the great things had been going through.

What is causing such a change?

"Mr. Fowler, you've changed." John said coldly.

Mr. Fowler smiled helplessly at John's gloomy and puzzled gaze, and then sighed, a sigh that was pale, and John could hear it.

"I've changed a lot, and you should have noticed it since Strawberry Town. Let's tell you the truth, John, I'm old, I'm chronically ill, and the days of us galloping on the prairie are gone. I thought aging would come slowly, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly, as if it was ...... in a day."

Mr. Fowler was resting with his head in front of him, and John noticed a few strands of gray hair on his head—his mentor, his reborn father, was also a living man, and he was just as old and decrepit as himself, and he had forgotten this, causing him not to consider Mr. Fowler's feelings before making any decision.

"If you're sure, just do it, I won't stop you."

John closed the door and walked out, but instead of the direction of the Odriscos, he was walking in the direction of the Odryscos, but Streich with the potion on the stake, and if he could, he wanted to get some anti-aging potions from her.

In fact, he had already decided in his heart to follow Mr. Fowler's idea. Exactly, all this was just to slow down the fall of the majestic giant in his mind......