"Save me...Wright...save me..." The dying Shamon turned his head and called for help toNolans Wright.
Looking down, Wright discovered that Shamon, who was lying on the ground, had his eyes wide open, his face twisted and twitching, his breathing rapid, and dark red blood flowing from his mouth. He was already dying, gasping for breath, and about to die.
Hesitating for a second, suppressing the scarlet on the ground, the nausea caused by the smell of blood and stench in the air, Wright grasped the "Mad Bear" pistol at his waist and asked tentatively:
"you know me?"
"Of course...Your Highness Ivant...and Aaron...that old man Aaron has your information. You...you are a human, yes...human, so...save me." Shamon said, supporting himself with his arms on the cold ground, trying to stand up.
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