After knocking Verdi to the floor, he checked the onion and frowned.

�Where is the blood of being sick?�

There were bits of flesh and blood on the chopping board.

But what caught his attention was a dagger lying next to the chopping board.

�what?�this����.�

It had a simple and simple shape, but it was as clean as new, and it was unusual that it had a purple sheen when exposed to the sun.

�what�s the matter?�

A soldier entered the kitchen.

�Look at this.�I was hiding something like this.�Anyway, all the things that make you sick are the same.�

My partner asked as if thinking about it.

�How�s the harp?�

�It is resolved.�He said he brought the money now.�It�s going to be like this right away, because I�m just earning money for nothing.�

�Hey, that�s why I told you to trust me.�A pack of cigarettes?�

My partner reached into the basket and tossed a potato.

�It�s not good to cook here.�Let�s eat this and wake up.�

Seeing that the potatoes had sprouted, the soldier quickly threw them back with a snap of his wrist.

�I won�t eat it even if I give it to you.�Eat yourself.�

As the potatoes clung to his hands, his partner thought it was funny and made an offer.

�Then how about this?�The person who loses by playing catch will eat it.�And a pack of cigarettes.�

The soldier took a position to receive and said.

�However much.�Throw it.�

�Okay, let�s go!�

The moment when you take a posture like a player and throw potatoes with a smooth connecting motion.

�what?�

Partner realized.

�Wait a minute, am I right-handed?�

Potatoes were received with the left hand.

�What were you holding in your right hand?�

Because he was immersed in his thoughts, the dagger left his hand in a full swing and landed right between the soldier�s forehead.

�Ouch!� JrNovels.com