Reaper of the Drifting Moon MTL

031

031

The whole world was dyed with gold

Dia

The rice fields before harvest swayed like waves in the wind, and the farmers smiled happily.

The intense sunlight burns my face black

And sweat non-stop all over the body

was possessed, but still

I was happy

Now the harvest is near.

they are

The end of the arduous journey that has continued since spring

it will be visible That is why the working farmers burst into laughter. So they did not notice that someone was stealing the clothes they had left on the farm road.

Changed into farmer's clothes, calmly

It was Pyo-wol who moved the steps. He hung his sickle around his waist and walked like a real farmer.

Because of that, even the farmers

I don't think it's weird at all

I did

Pyo-wol acted like a real farmer.

It's the farmer's behavior, even their facial expressions

thoroughly imitated.

One of the living methods that Pyo-Wol learned in the dark was to imitate others.

He was the one who taught him the art of imitation.

It was a small mountain.

Sogyeoksan was from an arts troupe that performed miscellaneous plays. He was particularly adept at changing his face in an instant.

He only changed his face.

Law said that the audience cannot be immersed in the miscellaneous play.

I sympathize, the key is the face

I was thinking from the owner's point of view

Dia

I had to act and think thoroughly in the position of the owner of the face.

Imitation was the starting point.

Subject to thorough imitation

naughty

Sogyeoksan said it as if it were just passing by, but his words were deeply engraved in Pyo-wol's memory.

After that, Pyo-wol observes the behavior of others.

And I had the habit of imitating.

Its true value was being demonstrated now.

Even now to find him everywhere.

Although the warriors were frantic, Pyo-wol himself was moving his steps with a relaxed mind like a farmer. Pyo-wol looked at the golden fields with a happy smile like a real farmer.

He was truly amazed at the incredible spectacle he had ever seen in his life.

He had quite a bit of experience as a young man wandering the river alone, but he had never seen such a spectacular sight before.

Pyo-wol said that the scene in front of him was beautiful.

I thought

He wanted to become a farmer himself, and he wanted to live in peace like this. But he himself knew best how vain it was.