Volcanic Sphere

Damho and Dust said goodbye to the tomb of the bladder.

“Father, I'll come back. ”

The snowflakes of progress reddened again. Jingyeo steals tears with his sleeves and heads somewhere.

There remained the wreckage of the wagon. It was the wagon on which the bladder and the advancement came.

The dustbin begins to search the wreckage of the wagon. Damho watched silently the appearance of such progress. Because I thought there would be a reason.

After a long search for the wreckage, the dust found ingredients such as sweets (Chinese pots) and spices.

It was the last legacy left by the father's bladder. I couldn't leave it in this place. The dustbin saddles the horses with the items found in the wreckage of the wagon.

"The progress is on the horizon," he said.

“Brother, let's go. ”

In just one night, the eyes of the progress of the dust were very deep.

Damho nods.

Progress has had a shocking experience in changing thinking and lifestyle. The eyes of those who had such experiences were forced to differ from those of ordinary people.

The damhoe and the dustbin left the tomb of the bladder.

While riding the horses, the dustbin snorted a little. However, after some time, the cry of progress gradually diminished.

All the way down the street, there was nothing to say. No progress has been made. So the two went all day without saying a word.

Occasionally, the black ears were flushed. I want to run excitedly, but I'm frustrated because I don't have a wall.

Damho knocked on the throat of a black ear and asked me to be sweet. I understand the black ears, but now was not the time to run.

That's how I spent most of my day on horses. What they came down from the horse was when they arrived at the shore of the unnamed little creek at sunset.

It was too much to go down the road after sundown. Damho decided to go homeless here.

I put my horse on the side of the creek and picked up a branch nearby. Damho set the campfire.

It wasn't for myself. After a long time in the depths of the underground, the dam was no longer cold or hot.

The campfire was for the sake of progress. It was the least he could do.

Damho sits in a campfire and gives something to the Progress.

“Eat.”

It was the jerky that he gave to the Progress. It was the jerky that I received from the Progressive Dust before I broke up with Torobon.

I stared at the jerky as the progress was dazed. Then I looked at the wall to see if he was awake.

The thistle was chewing the jerky. He even looked pious when he closed his eyes and chewed his jerky.

All of a sudden, the advancement took place with the jerky in its arms.

“Brother, wait a minute. ”

Damho opened his eyes and looked at the progress.

All of a sudden, the prodigy pulls the candy out of the horse saddle. I put the long water from the nearby creek in a confectionery and put it on the campfire.

The dustbin begins to search the creek and bush with one branch lit with fire. I tore a few grasses quickly, shining around with the fire on the branches.

When the water in the confectionery began to boil, I chopped the grass well with the jerky.

Damho watched without a word the appearance of such progress.

The dustbin opens a small unit taken from the wreckage of the wagon. Then the finely ground grain powder appeared.

The dustbin put a handful of grain flour in the sweets. The fragrant scent immediately spread around him. The dustbin added some spices to it.

Jerky and grain flour, and unnamed grass were mixed to make a plausible kill.

“It'll be worth it. ”

The Jinbo floated a bowl of death to Damhoe.

Damho tasted the death made by the Dust Progress. My mouth was full of complaints.

“Delicious.”

“It's a dish my father told me about. I used to do this sometimes when I was out of ingredients. ”

“I see.”

“I think so, but there will be no shortage of one meal. ”

“Eat well. ”

“Yes!”

He sat beside the wall, lifting up a bowl of dust.

Bloop!

The sound of the two men swallowing to death resounded.

Damho had a good meal to die for. I felt like I had never eaten such delicious food before. To that extent, the skill of progress was outstanding.

The two of them quickly emptied a bowl of dead meat. After the meal, the advancement looked at the dampho.

“Brother!”

“What's the matter? ”

“Can you take me to the sympathizer? ”

“Sympathy?”

Damhoe looked at the progress with a suspicious expression. Then the wanderer knelt before the wall.

“I know I don't care. But there's only one person I can ask you for. ”

“Why do you want to go to sympathy? ”

“It was my father's last wish. ”

“I see.”

Damho no longer asked why.

The reason was enough.

“Really?”

“Get some rest. You will need to stockpile your stamina to go a long way from tomorrow. ”

“Thank you, brother. I will never forget this grace. ”

The progress of the war once again shed tears.

I was grateful for the generous permission without asking why.

For others, it may seem like an assassination, but there were no two of them.

When all of them turned their backs on the rich, they did not turn their backs. Though so many died in his hands, he did not think that the wall was cruel.

More people would have died or been injured by a pack of demons if it had not been for Damho. And many more would have been drowned in grief.

“Brother, thank you. ”

The Committee on the Environment once again expressed its gratitude. Damho nods and leans back on the small rock at the campfire.

In the meantime, the dustbin took sweets and bowls to the creek and dished them. There was only so much he could do right now. But I was going to do my best.

I couldn't stand it without doing anything right now. So the dustbin did not rest for a while and moved.

Damho didn't say anything.

Overcoming grief depended only on one's own efforts. And she knew how to overcome grief.

Damho closed his eyes.

The next day, at dawn, the dustbin got up before the dam and prepared a meal. Only a few limited ingredients and spices made the food.

Damho did not confront the action of such progress.

When I was cooking, I had blood on my face. The passion for such dishes was the power of progress.

After finishing his meal, Damho left the road with his advances. Now, to some extent, sadness began to make a little noise.

From his childhood to going to the west with his bladder, Jingbo talked about Siksikol. And Damho heard all those stories.

I didn't care if Damho didn't answer. Jingyeo talked endlessly, and as time went by, his expression improved.

But Damho knew. It was not because he had forgotten his father's death, but because he knew that it was to cut off grief in his own way.

Dust was yearning for his father.

Damho raises his head and looks at the sky.

‘What are you doing? ’

I missed the current Jinn.

I wanted to go to the volcano where he is right now. But I couldn't.

He told me to come when I was confident that the storm wouldn't shake. First, I had to confirm that fact.

Damho quietly drives a black ear. How long have they been like that? I saw a small village in front of me.

The progress was counterintuitive.

“That's great, brother. Stop over there and get some ingredients. ”

“Ingredients?”

“Yes! I don't have enough ingredients to cook. I thought I'd buy a few things, so I stopped by for a while. ”

As Damhoe nodded, the advancement drove the horse first and ran to the village. Damho saw himself as a child in the back of a distant advancement.

I'm anxious to leave him alone, so I can't turn my back.....

Perhaps Master Jin also did not know how he felt at the time.

The village was very small. I wouldn't have stopped if it weren't for progress.

The number of furniture was only thirty furniture, and I wanted to add up to a hundred children. I had doubts about what I would get from this place.

But the point of view of progress was the wall and another shape. Dust bargained by knocking on the door of an ordinary house.

In doing so, the advances made were a lump of smoked pork and a stubbornly dried fish, as well as an unknown grass that was dried in the sun.

The dustbin was packed and stored preciously to see the hard-to-find materials. Even though I didn't formally learn to cook, I had little to learn beyond the shoulder of my bladder.

I knew how important the ingredients were because of that. The most important ingredient for Sook Sook was good food.

“Now let's go. ”

Smiles on the face of progress have been small for a long time.

The two left town immediately. Because I felt uncomfortable with the villagers.

The smaller the village, the more vigilant it is for outsiders. It was good to leave quickly if the purpose was achieved.

Damho was not a person accustomed to homelessness. As a child, he lived in a sparsely populated village and spent most of his time in volcanoes when he was in the iron age.

However, the twelve years he spent in a closed basement space quickly turned him into an adaptor under no circumstances.

Damho was confident that there would be few worse situations than the one he was in. I went through the worst of it, and there was nothing I couldn't adapt.

Homelessness was not such a big deal for him. The same was true of the progress made in combating desertification. Even though he was young, he experienced homelessness countless times along his father's path, so it was much better than a wall.

The problem was the stamina of progress.

So far, I have not been able to comfortably ride my father's wagon and consume a lot of stamina. However, riding the horse itself was an extreme consumption of stamina that was so different from his dimension.

Of course, it was slower than when I was alone. However, the wall was not impatient.

When I saw the exhausted progress, I rested. I took a break. Some left, some stayed for a while.

The progress became brighter and soon regained its former vigour.

“Brother, sleep here today. ”

He suggested that the Progressive Democracy should first be homeless to Damho.

Damho nods his head and bursts into laughter as if he knew the progress would be made.

“Hehe! Brother, take a break. ”

The warlords began to move indifferently without waiting for any answer.

I gathered the branches that were spread out nearby, set fire to them, and I drew water from the creek I saw coming.

I put confectionery on the campfire, and it was hot. When the confectionery ran up for some time, I put in the pig scaffolding I got from the village.

Cheeky!

Smoke rose as the pig scaffold melted. Dust Jinbo roasted the village's smoked pork, kidneys, and liver with all the sweets he could find.

In doing so, the food produced by the Progressive Democratic Party was one of the traditional dishes of the Samyang clan. I used to have to use lamb, but it was made of pork.

The first foods I tasted, my eyes were dimpled.

“Where did you learn this? ”

“I cooked as my father wrote in the cookbook with little gaps. What do you think?”

“Delicious.”

“Thank God. Hehe! ”

Damho replied, "Progress has created a wonderful laugh. He also smiled for the first time.

The progress was full of fists.

“I'm going to be the world's first successor. ”

The Bible believed that it was the way for my father.