Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6319 (Six Thousand Three Hundred and Nineteen) Log

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "What would happen if the Lord knew that I said I like to have a sense of justice?"

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "He might think that he has been teaching us for nothing for so long, right?"

"Will he be particularly disappointed?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Maybe not." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand said to the Brown Hand, "Why do you think so?"

"Because he doesn't have much hope for us, does he?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"Well, if we don't have high hopes for ourselves, we won't be particularly disappointed, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Yes."

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Although he doesn't have much hope for us, he does have demands on us, don't you think?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Yes, there are many requests."

“And it’s hard to achieve,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"The Lord may require much more of us than He requires of us," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "It's too high. I've noticed it several times."

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "For example, which time?"

"Do you remember the time he asked us to collect thousands of logs?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Oh, I remember! I remember!" said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "How many did he use in the end?"

"More than three hundred." said the man with brown hands.

"What about the rest?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He asked us to take him to the place he designated." said the man with brown hands.

"What did he do later?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He had a particularly bad temper one day, so he took it out on those logs and used magic to burn them all," said the brown-handed man.

“You remember it very clearly,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Don't you remember it clearly?" the brown-handed man asked. "It's impossible not to remember something like this." the gray-handed man said.

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "Why is it unlikely?"

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "That raging fire."

"Rare." said the man with brown hands.

“If you interpret the raging fire as his anger, it’s nothing new,” said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "That makes sense. It seems to me that this is not the first time that his anger has burned so fiercely."

"There have been many more terrible times than this." said the man with gray hands.

The Brown Hand said to the Gray Hand, "He just didn't use the logs to vent his anger the other time."

"It's a good thing he didn't use the log to vent his anger the other time," said the Gray Hand.

"Otherwise, how many more trees will be destroyed?" said the man with gray hands.

"Are you affected by the destruction of those trees at this moment?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"How do you know I'm touched?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Do you think it's just a matter of waste of materials?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, “Not just think.”

"What else have you thought of?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's the one you were thinking of." said the man with gray hands.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Of course I know. You are thinking about life, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's normal to think of life when talking about trees," said the man with brown hands.

"But I knew you were thinking about life. Don't you find it fresh?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "Life is particularly prone to touching us at this time, isn't it?"

The gray-handed man said, "Yes. Those trees were alive and well before, but they uprooted them just to get the logs."

(End of this chapter)