Chapter 77 - Its original state
Hearing a loud bird from the sky, the man his age turned to the source of the sound and turned his body. Spread out your left hand to make it easier for the bird to land there.
The sharp beak of the bird was biting the scroll. The legs were tied with red ribbon, and they bowed their head to the man in front and gave him the scroll.
Darren looked from behind the tree, watching their movements. The man was unrolling the tea-colored paper as if the form there seemed ancient and antique.
He read a scroll filled with writings. Occasionally, a large bird was busy cleaning the shiny feathers. No doubt the bird saw something moving from under the snow. The bird flew, caught a white mouse, and ate a pile of snow that turned red from the prey's blood.
