But when his anger slowly increased and he became more and more aware of the surrounding environment.

He realized that maybe the people around him weren't joking about him, they were calling him a monster.

"If there's nothing else, you should have a good rest." Noah paused and said, "Oh, Duoyan said those guys would provide us with equipment. It seems that you only have that axe."

"I only know how to use an ax." Blacka glanced at the ax that had been with him for a long time and said nothing.

"It's very important to you." Noah glanced at it and said, "You carry it with you no matter what you do."

"Because of this axe, I can cut down trees and then chop them into firewood." Blacka said softly: "The firewood can be sold for money. If the wood is chopped finer, the boss will be willing to give more copper coins (the common name for copper coins, according to recent news)

The value of gold coins is converted, about three hundred to four hundred for one gold coin.). Almost everything I eat, wear, and use relies on this axe. This is the only thing I own. What I want

, you can also use it.”

"Sounds really good, um, but I have a little question." Noah hesitated and said, "Are you really sure you only have this ax? You have been using it for several years, and it looks new.

"

It was as if an electric current passed through Blacka's head. He looked at the ax and suddenly realized that his ax had been like this from the beginning of his memory, changing little by little with time. The village was changing, the forest was changing, even the ax was changing.

I began to slowly change.

Only the ax head still looks the same, a piece of wood with a piece of iron painted red on it. Although Blacka sharpens the ax all day every week on Sunday, he suddenly can't remember why he sharpens the axe.

Already.

Obviously even the sharpness has not changed, no matter whether you sharpen it or not, or use it or not, it is such a strange thing.

"I can't remember." Blacka felt that his head started to hurt again. He slowly shrank up and looked at his ax with a strange expression.

He realized that this thing was not normal either.

Noah looked at this child and felt a little distressed.

As a priest, and a priest from a commoner background, he has met too many children who have experienced strange experiences.

Just by looking at his subconscious habits and his eyes, he knew that this child named Blacka was not living a happy life.

But that's the problem, Noah can't feel this guy's more negative emotions.

He is just a little unaccustomed to the changes in his village, that's all. Other than that, he seems to be alone, seems to have nothing, and seems to be feared by humans.

But Blacka was not sad about it.

As he had thought before, he couldn't figure out what this shrinking child, who had no idea who he was or what he was going to experience next, was thinking about, what he was afraid of, and what he was expecting.

But no one will stop action because of this guy, the clock is still turning. Time passes little by little.

Blacka suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The dark clouds suddenly opened a crack, and he could see the moon. Among the cracks in the rocks, he could only see the moon at this moment.

He felt very familiar and familiar, as if a long, long time ago, deep in his forgotten memory, under the bright moon. The black forest was swaying in the night wind, and the trees and jungles were swaying.

And there was something under the moon, its shadow covered his body, and he faced a pair of bright eyes.
Chapter completed!