The great general is back! The village lit a roaring bonfire, and I offered a bowl of clear water to him as p…
The great general is back!
The village lit a roaring bonfire, and I offered a bowl of clear water to him as promised. He stared intently at my face, laughed heartily, and raised his hand to pat me heavily on the shoulder. I never expected a martial artist to be so strong. I lost my balance, and the water bowl in my hand flipped over and crashed heavily to the ground...
Hmm?
When I opened my eyes, I was in the long underground tunnel. Broken tools lay askew, mocking my daydream.
Right. Those who wanted to leave came to argue with me angrily, brought many people to break the pickaxes, threw down the shovels, and stormed off.
The notebook my father used for records is gone. I found another notebook and started writing like he did. By the light of the oil lamp, I picked up the brush several times, but wrote nothing and put it down again.
Do they not believe me, nor the great general anymore?
No... That's not it. As long as we follow the map, we will surely find water.