"Do you believe in the survival of the fittest? You were just giving it to the priest, then worshipping that big-headed doll, and now you're trying to curry favor with me?"
Now that Joey has that magical fanny pack, he throws anything in it without hesitation.
Amazingly, these dozens of furs didn't even fill a single square, saving Joey a lot of space.
"Joey, where did you get that axe? It's a real dog-killing weapon!"
The bearded man ran over at that moment.
He was all smiles, even happier than if he had seen gold coins.
"I picked them up from the grass. Next time I walk, I'll look at the ground more carefully; maybe I can find another handful!"
Seeing how happy the bearded man was, Joey couldn't help but tease him again.
"So you found it. I'll have to keep a close eye on the grass from now on. Looks like there really is some treasure in there!"
The bearded man believed whatever Joey said, and he took this joke seriously too.
"Alright, alright, when you have time, learn skinning skills from this digger. You never know when you might need them!"
After Joey finished speaking, he went off to dig again, standing next to him and watching him carefully peel the skin.
"What's so great about skinning? Blacksmithing is a man's true romance!"
This time, the bearded man surprisingly didn't listen to Joey. He had absolutely no interest in skinning people and instead preferred blacksmithing.
But who knows when he took a liking to blacksmithing?
He sat on the wooden stake where Joey had just sat, clutching the large axe, and just watched them.
A dog-headed man busy skinning.
A human being diligently learning how to skin.
A little black cat sleeping soundly.
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