Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

The baker of your dreams is gone.

The bread and flour that I had hoped for were gone.

The villagers scattered.

No one noticed that in the dirt under the snow, there was a small head stubbornly peeking out of the soil.

The head under the snowflakes did not anger the villagers.

In contrast, the man who was also buried in the soil was even more hateful.

A few villagers who looked young and strong waited until everyone else was gone.

He also turned his head and raised his leg to step on the black soil that had been turned upside down.

Food for the winter is still being lost.

The villagers hated the animals.

It has to be said that whether there are vampires in this world or not, people will still fight with animals that run to their homes in winter to steal things.

Countless traps are laid around the village.

There were even many that even the hunters in the village could not remember.

People are counting on these traps to provide some security for winter food storage.

The hunter pointed to the traps and earned a small commission.

However, these traps can suffer children.

A child who lost his older brother.

A child whose lost brother is also threatened.

He is the Dark Shadow.

It was the black shadow who watched his brother die.

It is the black shadow that eats the bread.

It is the dark shadow that steals everyone's winter food.

Even the hunters themselves did not expect that the next day, their traps caught were not weasels, wild boars, monkeys, and mice.

Inside the trap was a blonde child with blue eyes.

He looked about five or six years old.

His face was fair, and the only difference between him and his brother was that he didn't have so many freckles on his cheeks.

The hunter received a commission.

The villagers caught the thief stealing the thing.

No one knows exactly how the child fell into the trap of catching animals.

The traps used to catch wild animals are not cheese or fat.

It can't even be called edible food at all.

Because of poverty, the bait used in the trap was actually cowhide boots that the groom had not changed in more than a decade.

In order to make the smell of cowhide stronger, the villagers even soaked cow dung in water and boiled it for three days and three nights.

The child also said that he did not understand.

only to know that someone brought him to the edge of the trap.

And he voluntarily entered the trap.

Because as soon as he goes in, there is food.

The child was fished up.

Some old ladies couldn't look past it and wanted to step forward to get something to eat for the child.

But during this period, the landlord's family did not have a surplus of food.

The old lady wanted to do something good, but she could only raise her head and look at her own man.

The men stared viciously at the children.

The old woman knew that there was little hope for this.

If a mother's loved one can't even save a child, she must be extremely guilty in her heart.

Men hold hatred, women feel guilty.

The children didn't know why, they didn't know what was going on.

Probably the happiest hunter is the one.

One trap earned him five silver coins.

This time he caught the thief again, and he could earn at least five more silver coins.

Even the villagers said he didn't fulfill his agreement and didn't catch the animal stealing.

The hunter could also hand over the child as a thief.

The bounty given by the nobles in the castle was far more than the reward taken out by the villagers.

Sure enough, the hunter was happy again.

The villagers had no money to pay the rest.

So the poor child was tied to a horse by a hunter.

All the way from the village to the city.

I saw the castle, and I saw the lord who was high in the castle, fat, and covered in gold and silver.

The legendary lord comforted him.

Hit him.

Push him down on the bed....

The boy didn't understand anything.

I only know that I have eaten grapes and drunk wine.

There was bread and even sausages.

I completely forgot that I also had an older brother.

At this time, I don't know if I can feel this ice and snow.

I don't even know if I can get my head back.

The head buried under the snowflakes had long been kicked away by the hooves of the passing horse team.

All year round, plus cold and freezing.

The blonde hair on his head had all fallen off.

Not even a few inches of skin remained.

After being kicked away by a horse, it rolled around the woods like a leather ball.

Even the weasels passing by who had not yet hibernated looked at it and thought it was garbage, not enough to stuff their teeth, and continued to kick away.

In the castle, more and more people slept with the boys.

He had scars and scars on his body, but bread in his stomach.

Bread makes boys grow up.

Become tall and powerful.

Also because the boy grew up, his slender body was full of explosive muscles.

This is not what dignitaries like.