Chapter 6319 (Six Thousand Three Hundred and Nineteen) Log
The man with the gray hand said to the man with the brown hand: "What would happen if the user knew that you and I just said that we like to have a sense of justice?"
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "He may think that he has taught us for so long in vain, right?"
"Is he particularly disappointed?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Maybe not," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands, "Why do you think so?"
"Because he doesn't have much hope for us?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Oh, if you don't have high hopes for us, you won't be particularly disappointed, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Yes."
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Although he is not full of hope for us, he has requirements for us, don't you think?"
The man with brown hands smiled and said, "Yes, that's a lot to ask for."
"And it's very difficult to achieve." Gray Hand said.
"The Lord's requirements for us may be much higher than what He needs us to meet," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "It's too tall. I've discovered several things."
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "Like when?"
"Don't you remember the time he asked us to collect thousands of logs?" the gray-handed man said.
"Oh, remember! Remember!" said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "How many sticks did he use in the end?"
"More than three hundred," said the brown-hand man.
"Where's the rest?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He sent us to the place he designated." The brown-hand man said.
"What happened to him afterwards?" asked the man with gray hands.
"One day he was particularly angry, so he vented his anger on those logs and burned them all with magic." The man with brown hands said.
"You remember it so clearly," said the Gray Hand.
"Don't you remember it very clearly?" asked the brown-hand man. "It's impossible to remember this kind of thing clearly." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "Why is it impossible?"
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "What a raging fire."
"Rare." The man with brown hands said.
"If you interpret the raging fire as his anger, it's nothing new." The man with gray hands said.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "That makes sense. It seems to me that this is not the first time that his anger has been so intense."
"There are many times when it is more powerful than this." The gray-handed man said.
The man with the brown hand said to the man with the gray hand, "It's just that he didn't use the log to vent his anger other times."
"Fortunately, he didn't use logs to vent his anger at other times." The gray-handed man said.
"Otherwise, how many more trees will be destroyed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Are you affected at this moment by the destruction of those trees?" the brown-hand man asked.
"How do you know I'm touched?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Do you think it's just a matter of wastage of materials?" the brown-hand man asked.
The man with the gray hand said to the man with the brown hand, "More than thought."
"What else did you think of?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It's the one you thought of." The gray-handed man said.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?" the man with brown hands asked.
"Of course I know. You are thinking about life, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Speaking of trees, it's normal to think of life." The man with brown hands said.
"But I know you are thinking of life. Don't you feel fresh?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "Life is especially easy to touch us at this time, isn't it?"
The man with gray hands said: "Yes. Those trees were living well before, but the original logs had to be uprooted."
(End of chapter)