Red Dead Redemption Dawn

, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Red Dead Redemption: Dawn!

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a half-grown child who was reading a book at the dining table, probably sixteen or seventeen years old.

"This is Archie, my son. This is Mr. Wick, and this is Ms. Sadie." Downs introduced both parties.

"Mr. Wick, Ms. Sadie, hello." Archie greeted the two very politely.

"Hello, what a handsome young man." John praised while nodding.

"Hehe, please sit down." Mrs. Downston warmly invited the two to take their seats.

After they were seated, Mrs. Downston poured them freshly brewed coffee.

"Mr. Thomas Downs, tell me about your philanthropy, maybe I'm a little interested in getting involved." John took a sip of coffee, the temperature was just right, and he was such a caring wife.

"No problem, Mr. Archie, you go back first." Downs immediately sat down excitedly and prepared a long and detailed speech.

"No, there's no need to let the child go back, just let him listen." John stopped Downs from driving Archie back to the room.

"Good sir."

"Mr. Wick, my philanthropy is mainly to provide decent food for the homeless, orphans, widows, old and young who are unable to work, and to prepare a warm shelter at night.

To be honest, this business will not generate profits, but requires continuous injection of funds. I know that this will not attract too many people to do it, but I am still working hard. In fact, if all Valentine’s products can be sold every month Donating a certain amount of materials can basically solve this problem, even without direct cash assistance.

Valentine is a large livestock town. As far as I know, there are more than ten ranchers. They waste a lot of food every month. The food is prepared for their livestock workers, but there will always be some discarded for any reason.

Because in their opinion, these foods are basically inedible, but in my opinion, these things can provide food for no less than fifty homeless people for a day.

I'm working hard for the food they throw away. "Mr. Downs talked endlessly about how much effort he was doing for this charity, and John nodded from time to time while listening.

"There are also various shops in Valentine, each of them only needs to donate one to three dollars a month, then these funds can solve nearly a hundred orphans and widows. But after so long, I have not been able to convince them well , Every time they come to the door, they will throw me fifty cents like beggars, or throw me a dollar if they are in a good mood."

"As for Valentine's restaurant, those people would rather throw away all the leftovers and feed the pigs than give us alms. According to them, if the leftovers are given to others for free, then who will come to pay for dinner? ?Those ranchers and businessmen are greedy vampires, who earn so much every month but are unwilling to return even a dollar to these poor people." Downs couldn't control his emotional indignation as he spoke.

"I'm thinking that they don't want to be because no one takes the lead in doing this. So I need someone who volunteers to donate. It's best for this person to have some status in Valentine and a good reputation, so that With his initiative to lead the publicity, this charity can take the first step.”

It has to be said that Downs is still very concerned about this charity cause. Just what he said, it can only be concluded after a lot of work and hard work.

John listened carefully for a while, and he didn't speak until Thomas Downs stopped.

"When I came in just now, I saw the lush grass in your pasture. Where are your cattle and sheep?"

Hearing John's question, Townston blushed a little, and then he said shyly, "Last week, I sold the cows to provide shelter and bedding for more than a dozen homeless people."

John was not surprised when he heard it, but he pretended to be surprised and said, "You mean you bought your last cow?"

"Yes, sir, I couldn't raise enough money last week, and there is still a big shortfall. That's all I can do." Towns said without the slightest realization.

"Well, you're kind, at least for those bums." John nodded.

Then he turned to Mrs. Downston and asked, "Madam, can you tell me how much money is left in your family?"

Mrs. Downs looked at John's handsome face and then turned her head to look at her husband beside her. She hesitated for a moment and said, "There is not much left, only less than a hundred dollars."

John nodded, "Then tell me, with the expenses of your family of three, how long will it take to spend the money?"

As a housewife, Mrs. Downs can quickly calculate this kind of problem, "if only rations are counted, it will take more than a month."

"Ah, more than a month." John nodded, and then he turned his head and said to Downs' unhealthy face.

"Mr. Downs, did you hear? More than a month."

"I heard sir, is there any problem?" Thomas Downs was still puzzled, he didn't understand why John would ask this question.

Seeing Downs' expression, John was amused by him instead.

What is this guy thinking?

"Leaving this aside, Mr. Downs, can I ask in detail, why do you want to do this charity work?"

Speaking of this question, Downs had a pitiful expression on his face.

"Mr. Wick will tell you the truth, I was not a good husband before. I was an alcoholic and often hurt my wife when I was drunk." Downs turned his head and looked at his wife apologetically.

Mrs. Downs gave him a gentle smile.

"I was diagnosed with tuberculosis a year ago. To be honest, my life is numbered. I want to do something meaningful in the short time of my life." Downs said calmly.

"Hehe meaningful thing? Hehe" John still couldn't help chuckling.

Downs looked at the chuckling John, feeling a little displeased. He could hear the disdain in John's laughter, and John didn't hide it.

Seeing that Downs' face changed slightly, John stopped laughing, but said seriously, "Listen to me, Mr. Downs, you did this because you wanted to give you the sin of hurting your family at the end of your life." Atonement?"

Before Downs could answer, John said again, "You believe in Catholicism, right?"

Downs nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Then do you know the Seven Deadly Sins?" John took out his cigarette and ignored Downs, frowning slightly and nodded.

"Of course, sir." Downs nodded.

"Then if I say that you have committed six of the seven deadly sins, do you believe it?" John asked again.

"Sir, please think carefully when you speak. This will be interpreted by God." Downs immediately became agitated.

But John didn't pay attention to the slightly agitated sick man in front of him, he said again in a calm tone, "I said you have committed six of the seven deadly sins of Catholicism, they are 'greed, laziness, lust, arrogance, envy and fury'."

"You slandered me!" Downs stood up excitedly, his face flushed abnormally again because of his excitement.

"Sit down, don't get excited, and let me tell you slowly." With a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, John signaled Downs to sit down with both hands.

"Don't be nervous, Mrs. Downs. I just want to discuss the Catholic doctrine with your husband. I won't do anything to you. Don't worry." John comforted Thomas Downs by the way, his wife and his son Archie.

"Mr. Downs, you were not a good husband a year ago. You drank heavily and often hurt your wife. This is rage."

"But you didn't make up for the family you hurt in the days to come. Instead, you did your charity, because making up for your wife and children reminds you of all the atrocities you have done to them before. This kind of treatment of family members Slack is laziness in Catholic doctrine."

"And when you rescue those homeless and orphans, you can always get your spiritual satisfaction from their thanks, and you inadvertently offend your arrogance."

"And in persuading the ranchers and shopkeepers, you ridiculed them for doing anything to make money. You envied their wealth."

Every time John said something, the abnormal blush on Downs' face turned paler.

But he doesn't intend to stop there.

He turned to Mrs. Downs. "Tell me, ma'am. Did Mr. Downes borrow money from the gang to support his business?"

Hearing John's question, not only Downs, but even his wife and son Archie's faces changed color.

"Look, Mr. Downs, your life is not long. But you borrowed money from the gang to do charity. How long do you think you can live, half a year? One year? Do you think you can pay off the loan sharks if you continue like this? ? By what?"

"Me, me." Downs squeaked and couldn't say a complete sentence.

John interrupted his sophistry again.

"After you die, do you think your debts will be cleared? Do you think the gangs will let your wife go after you die. Do you think they will be able to pay your debts?"

Downs trembled because of John's words. He even wanted to speak a few times incoherently, but he couldn't refute John's accusation completely.

John took the last puff of his cigarette, then dropped the **** into his coffee.

"Mr. Downs, because of your philanthropic desires, you sent your wife and children to **** after your death."

"Mr. Downs, do you know what will happen to your wife and children? Let me tell you."

"After you die, your wife will be dragged into the city by gang members to work as a prostitute, using her body for a pittance of money to pay off your remaining debts. And your son will be sold to Mine, working in the dark mine all day long."

"And in the end, your wife will catch a disease and die on a street somewhere, and be dumped out of town by the cleaners, where a stray dog ​​might go up and nibble on it. And your son, Archie, who was supposed to be in school, will be tired. Died in a mine a hundred meters underground. Maybe he was eighteen or nineteen when he died, who knows? Or maybe Archie couldn't last that long."

"Mr. Downs, because of your desire, you will drag your wife and children to **** after you die."

"Why?" John asked, frowning.

"It's all because you know that you don't have much life, and you want to go to heaven after death because of your greed." John's accusation was not loud, but it was unusually clear.

"Tell me Mr. Downs, after you have committed six sins, do you think you can go to heaven? Does God think that letting you go to heaven will cause the whole kingdom of God to become dirty?"

After John's accusation was finished, Downs blushed and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a demon upper body.

He opened his mouth to speak, but opened his mouth.

'puff'

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and John, who was sitting opposite him, immediately got up to avoid the blood of the virus.

And Mr. Downs passed out after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh no!" Mrs. Downs immediately stepped forward to support the fainted Mr. Downs, and then she raised her head. Just as she was about to say something to John and the two, there was the sound of horseshoes at the door.

"Oh Mr. Downs, are you home? We've come to talk to you about the money you lent us last month, and it's time for you to pay the interest." Business was rough and frivolous.

"Hey you guys look at it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I've never seen such a beautiful white horse. Oh Fark! It seemed to roll its eyes at me just now. Hey beauty, are you a **** sent? Angel ?”

Listening to the banter outside the door, John knew that they were watching the white horse with various human emotions.

In the room, Mrs. Downs, who just wanted to scold John, looked even worse. This group of people came earlier than expected.

Looking at her poor face, John said aloud, "I'll help you deal with those guys outside the door first. Mrs. Downs, please feed him some warm water first. Believe me, warm water around 80 degrees Fahrenheit is best."

After speaking, John and Sadie walked towards the door.

Mrs. Downs looked at the backs of the two with complicated expressions in her eyes.

She wasn't Catholic, and she didn't quite understand what kind of sins John was talking about. But looking at her husband's outrageous performance, he can also guess that John's accusations against him are quite serious.

Mr. Downs, who was already in poor health, may have passed away, and these two people are now going out to help them deal with the gang members who came to collect debts outside the door.