Chopping the wood

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The rain stopped the next day, and it was a beautiful sunny day. The stones in the courtyard were warmed by the sun and glowed with lush green.

When Anna woke up, she was shocked that I was not in bed.

"Why is the girl up so early? Is the blanket thin and cold?" Anna asked.

"Nothing. I couldn't sleep." I replied.

I did not have the habit of getting up lazy in the barracks. Every moment I can not relax, even at night, I must watch out for the enemy's attack. I need to keep alert at all times. Moreover, I have had to practice electric magic since I was a teenager. Later married, and I still could not change those habits, but I was ridiculed behind the scenes. After blindness, I no longer get up so early. Day and night, for me, make no difference. Still wake up when the rooster crows, only to wait until all the people in the courtyard rustle up, then follow.

To look more in the right place.

"Where is Dad?" I asked.

"The master has already gone to the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the young master has just gotten up, so change your clothes and come to eat," Anna said and trotted off to the kitchen.

There is only one servant girl in the house, but there is a lot of work to do, so there are always times when there are not enough hands to help.

When I arrived at the hall, Ben had already sat at the dining table and started eating.

The young boy is still the same as yesterday, wearing clothes like a peddler, very unrefined. When he saw me, he just looked away and picked up his bowl to drink the cereal.

The meal is simple. The family can not afford to eat any exquisite dishes. Even so, a plate of snacks is on the table, which could look more delicate. The aroma is crude. It is specially prepared for me.

I drank quickly, and they were slightly surprised. In the past, 'I' was picky and refused to eat properly. I did not immediately go to get the snacks on the plate - this was prepared for me by dad, Anna would not eat it, and Ben would not.

Ben put the bowl on the table and stood up. I looked up and asked, "Where are you going?"

He frowned: "What for?" He was about to be impatient for a few words when his eyes suddenly glanced at the marks on my palm, and his tone stopped.

He thought that yesterday, I would complain to dad. Who knew that this morning was so calm? I did not go to stir up any trouble at all. Dad still does not know that I was injured.

The teenager's tone eased: "Go up the mountain to cut firewood."

In my mind of Ben, I should not be interested, and I will leave, go back to my house to fiddle with my rouge and makeup, and then get carefully dressed to go out for a stroll.

With a bright gaze, I excitedly said: "Really? I'll join you."

Before I could say anything, Anna spoke up first: "Miss, what are you doing there? It has rained on the mountain. The road is not easy to walk. There is mud everywhere. What if you fall?"

"Exactly." There was rarely an ordinary person in the room, so Ben immediately said, "Don't seek trouble."

Both of them thought I was acting on a whim, but I turned to Anna and said, "Father is at the Magic Shooter field during the day and will only come home at night. Anna, you have so much work to do, and you can't follow me all the time, and Ben'' I called his name, making him shiver, "If you don't take me, I'll go by myself."

"Hey!" Ben was angry.

"Is there a third person in this house who can control me?" I asked unhurriedly.

Ben had nothing to say. No one in this house could control this lady. It is because "I" was pampering and refused to listen to anyone except Mr. Antolini...

"You want to go... you can follow." The teenager retorted, "But if you fall halfway and cry and want to go home, I won't send you back."

I shrugged my shoulders.

He couldn't understand how His sister had become increasingly annoying after one illness. If it is said that in the past, Tilsim was a pretentious cheesy stagy bitch, now Tilsim also has a touch of the scoundrel, more challenging to deal with.

She is Ben's ingrate!

......

On the rugged mountain road of Hurdner Peak, the terrain is dangerous.

The roadside also grows unknown wildflowers. But after all, it is not a place to enjoy the flowers and shivering feet stepping on the rocks on the cliff wall.

Ben has walked this road countless times and knows that it is challenging to go up the mountain. He waited to hear Tilsim's complaints but, from the beginning to the end, did not see Tilsim'say a word.

Ben couldn't help but look back and was surprised that I hadn't fallen much behind him and was almost walking shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

How is this possible?

This road is still hard for men to walk, let alone Tilsim, a delicate young lady who once walked far away from the kind of knee rub. When did she get such good stamina?

"What are you looking at me for?" I stared at him strangely, "Don't you want to keep walking?"

Without saying a word, I turned back and continued to walk forward.

She must be faking it. She must not be able to hold it up right away!

Ben looked at his legs and sighed.

Ben and I walked this distance, which was a surprisingly long time to feel tedious.

"Here it is." Ben stopped and took off the axe from his waist.

Here a lot of various wood. Ben selected small and eloquent trees and pointed to the stone next to me. "Tilsim, You can sit here for a while. I have to cut for an hour."

"Right here?" I nodded and took off the cloth bag he was carrying.

Ben watched as I also pulled out an axe from the cloth bag.

"What are you ...... you doing?"Ben's brain was confused, and he could not speak well.

He thought the cloth bag I was carrying was filled with water bottles, but she ended up with an axe. I carried an axe, walked so far, and was not left behind by him. Ben suspected he was dreaming.

What happened next made Woonsang even more sure that he was dreaming.

He saw his dainty sister, did not hesitate to swing the axe in front of him, and cut down a clump of branches. The action was sharp, as if done a thousand times.

I said, "I'll help you soon."

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