Volcanic Sphere

“I have to be homeless here today. ”

In the words of progress, Damho nodded.

Even though he said he was in a hurry, the darkness was pouring down on his son-in-law.

The Jingbo thought that he would be skillfully prepared for homelessness without the need to speak separately.

I set a campfire and prepared a meal in the area under the big rock. It doesn't matter if you eat at a simple dry quantity, but the dustbin comes from a nearby fountain with a gear pot.

In the meantime, Damho closed his eyes and meditated.

In the meantime, Damho has had many fights. Of course, Shin Kang has continued to fight even though he entered the rank. Perhaps no one has fought as much for as short a time as the Wall.

The ensuing struggle brought his sense of reality to its peak. It has also begun to show complementarity in the dark penal sphere.

The dark sphere he created was certainly devastating. There will probably not be as many volumes of power in one-on-one fighting as there are in the dark.

I confirmed that fact in numerous fights. The problem was all a fight versus work. When fighting against so many people, the penal code was definitely dropped.

But I didn't think it was urgent. Improving the framework was never easy. Even if it is a wall that has created a void.

It was when Damhoe was returning to his troubles.

“Brother, eat. ”

The voice of progress awakened his meditation.

Damho opened his eyes and looked at the progress. One day, Jingyeo was looking at him, dressed up with decent food.

“Hehe!”

In the meantime, the food skills of the advancement have been overwhelming. I have now reached the level where only a few ingredients can taste.

What he made today killed the beef. It is made of prepared beef jerky and dried grain powder.

“Well done.”

“No, come on, brother. ”

I gave it to Damho with a bowl of balm to die.

It was too fragrant and tasty to be expected to kill roughly anything I made in the mountains. Damho thought that he met with the progress of the dust.

When I saw that the dam-ho was eating well, I also opened a spoon of dust. I made it myself, but it was very delicious.

“Hehe! Delicious. ”

“Well done.”

“No, it wasn't hard because it was just a rough one. ”

The advancement hit Sonsari. Damho looked at the appearance of such progress without saying a word.

Even the face of the advancement, which was just as bad, now has a pretty face. As I gained a lot of experience, my progress has also become that solid.

Such progress was remarkable, Damho said.

“Brother, can I ask you one question? ”

“Tell me.”

“Volcanoes..." Are you okay? You can leave without meeting them. ”

“I don't care.”

“Really? You said you were a disciple of the volcano? ”

“It's a story of the past. ”

Damho replied with a calm expression.

After the case of the Evil Sheep Checkpoint, the owner came to Damho. But Damho did not meet the owner.

It was already disconnected. At least because of Master, a string of ties was being maintained, but it was thin enough not to know when to break.

“We should stop by the volcano someday. But it doesn't have to be now. ”

Ownership is definitely good for the current Jinn.

That was enough. For the time being, I was overflowing and full of reason not to care about the volcanoes.

“So you're not going to the volcano? ”

“Not now.”

“Aye!”

“Are you ashamed?”

“You said the view of the volcano was great? I really wanted to go once. ”

“I'll be able to go someday. ”

“You have to take her there. ”

“Yes!”

Damho replied boldly.

A bright smile came to my face.

“Stop sleeping. You need to stockpile enough stamina to leave early tomorrow. ”

“Yes!”

I went to bed with a bold answer. Whether the long-time enforcers were exhausted or not, the dust quickly encroached on the suma.

Damho closes his eyes after a brief look at the sleeping progress.

The next day, the two left their homelessness early in the morning.

The way down the mountain wasn't so hard. I was modest enough to get down on the horse, so I could come down comfortably.

“Phew!”

When I came down the mountain and reached the edge of a small creek, the advancement of the labyrinth sighed with relief.

Coming down the mountain on horseback has consumed quite a lot of health. I was only riding horses for half a day, but I felt like I had lost three or four legs.

The dustbin went down from the horse for a while and washed. When I washed it with cold water, I felt tired as my mind flashed.

“Cool.”

Progress smiled brightly.

As the heat went, I could not afford to look around.

A vast field spread out before their eyes. The rice fields filled with rice were very spectacular and swayed by the wind.

“Wow!”

The resilience burst out of the mouth of the progress.

He had never seen a plain so full of rice. It was the same for the wall.

I saw farmers managing paddy fields everywhere. Farmers pulling weeds with their trousers up to their waists gave a strange impression to Damho.

“Hahaha!”

Their laughter came all the way here.

What's so much fun? They roared without a break, and their mouths were filled with smiles.

A thick drop of sweat poured down his forehead and chin, but no one grumbled that he was tired.

Damho and Dust have been watching the farmers without saying a word for some time. This was a different world than they have experienced so far.

Anak walks on his forehead with a basketball.

“Work with the bird. ”

Anak called out to Giabi and his children, who worked in a loud voice. The farmers, who were working in thick sweat drops, smiled and walked towards Anak.

A middle-aged farmer looks this way to see if he has found any progress. The farmer, who had been looking at the two for a while, approached a lexical position.

“These are the first people I've seen. Did you cross that mountain? ”

“Yes! We're from Homan. ”

The Progressive Liberation Party replied.

A smile on the farmer's mouth was young.

“Yes? You've come a long way. Aren't you hungry?”

“Hehe! I'm hungry. ”

I laughed with a good smile. The farmer smiled brightly to see if he liked it.

“Would you like to join me if you don't mind? There's not much to set up, though. ”

“It's okay.”

“I don't think that's her. ”

At the words of Damho, the farmer pointed to the progress of the desert.

The wanderer looked at the wall with a crying expression. His eyes were filled with desperate light.

‘Brother, please. ’

In front of the food, it was a progression that became infinitely weak.

His eagerness gives him a nod, as if he had no choice.

“If you don't become a lung……. ”

“What's there to be a lung? It's leftover food anyway. ”

The farmer took two men under a big tree. Beneath the tree, a middle-aged anac carrying a child in a sack was unfolding to see him.

On a tray I didn't see, there was a pot filled with homemade potatoes and liquor.

“Honey, you're the mayor, right? ”

Anac did not greet the semi-guay farmer, but looked at the damho and the progress. It's strange that a stranger is with you.

Then the farmer said,

“They were passing by. It's more delicious than eating alone. ”

“He again? ”

Anac shakes his head with an expression that he can't help it. From her reaction, it didn't seem like an enemy like this once or twice.

But it was also within a moment that Anac smiled brightly.

“I only have potatoes, but have them with me. ”

She said she was an accomplice, and she seemed to like giving to others like her husband.

“Thank you.”

The Jingbo sat down greeting him with no spelling. Then Anak covered his mouth and laughed.

Damho also sat beside the Dust Progress.

The farmer picked up a large potato and gave it to Damho.

“Eat up.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. It's a lot of potatoes. ”

The farmer started eating potatoes, saying, Anac smiled a little at the farmer.

I was a really nice husband. If there were passers-by, they couldn't just let go, and even one of these potatoes had to be fed to make the intuition go away.

It was foolish, but Anac liked that husband. I have generous words and a self-conscious heart.

The farmer said to Damho with a kettle.

“Would you like a drink at home? I'll stop thirsting even if it doesn't taste good. ”

The farmer nodded and followed his head full of alcohol and followed his head full of alcohol. Then I choked and drank immediately.

“Khh! Good. ”

The farmer smiled as he wiped the liquor flowing through his mouth. He swallowed his saliva without even knowing how to savor it.

When the farmer saw such progress, he asked.

“Why do you want to drink? ”

“Yes!”

“Drinking isn't too late to grow up. Drink it when the peppers are furry. ”

“Yes!”

Progress quickly made a gloomy face. But it was also regrettable that I ate potatoes so tastefully within a while.

I also enjoyed the potatoes. It was crude food with no salt liver, but Anac seemed to melt his heart for the farmer, so it felt more delicious.

Anac sits in his place and looks at the wall and the progress.

At first glance, I could see that Damho was not a normal person. His whereabouts and mood were clearly different from those of the travellers I've seen so far.

Anac asked curiously.

“But where are you going? ”

“There are no destinations. ”

“So you're a nomadic? ”

“I see.”

Anak nodded his head in response. Such a jealous look on her face was powerful.

Born here and married to a man here.

For her, the world was just this place. So there remained admiration for the outside world. So I was often jealous of those who freely inhabit the earth.

“Have you been around a lot? Which place was the most beautiful? ”

“Ugh! This man..... ”

Anac slightly shrugs his head as the farmer kicks his tongue. But her childish curiosity was still not disappearing.

Damho replied without hesitation.

“The most volcanic landscape I've ever seen. ”

“What if it's a volcano in a serviced area? ”

“I see.”

“Is the volcano really that beautiful? ”

“In the landscape I saw……. ”

“What landscape of the volcano is so beautiful? ”

“I don't know….. ”

Damho stuttered his memory.

“Volcanoes are rocky rocks, white coral reefs, and vertical stone stairs that are represented by a millennium horizon, and it rains sweat. But beyond that, you see a Podragon spirit that resembles a dragon's spine, and beyond that there is a softening rod. The softening rod is most beautiful when the sun goes down. Sunset is great. Plums are great when you go to the brewery. Plums in the spring breeze confuse the mind. When the plum goes down, the entire volcano is white with plum leaves. ”

The horse came out of the drink without even knowing it.

Memories that haven't come to mind since I was locked up alone in the golden pit exploded like bots.

The little brick of the meteorite rod, the view of the volcano from there, and the look of yourself with Master.

His childhood memory of trying to break a rock with a small fist was dissolved and swept through his head.

Damho's eyes were deeply silent.

The long-forgotten volcano resurrected in memory.