There was scenery along the way, but I had no intention of enjoying it.
Then use the tip of the tube to scratch the paper and write beautiful words.
This kind of high-end quill pen was sold throughout the Kim and Sun Empire through his father's hands.
Although my mother has always opposed me doing this job, she always prepares my luggage for me every time I go away.
My job is to be on the front line of the war and bring the most authentic war news to the people of my country.
All the Black Hawk Quills his father had stored in the warehouse were confiscated, and he was immediately sentenced to death due to the huge number.
It turned out that the camera could capture some corpses hiding in the grass, in corners, and around corners along the way.
The Silk Road has become an end, and there are corpses everywhere.
Of course, only before.
Of course, war reporters are not as dangerous as imagined.
I waved my hands to explain the situation, but I was pushed to the ground on the spot.
But my mother could only bear the humiliation and bear the burden of raising me. My mother knew almost nothing except housework.
Even in today's modern world with advanced technology, it is still a symbol of luxury that the rich carry in their hands.
I started shouting and chased after him, while the shaky camera kept recording blurryly.
And my job is dangerous and difficult.
That smell has been my nightmare since childhood.
I think the murderer was killed by me...
The murderer holding the dagger was pressed down by me and kept struggling under my crotch.
Because no normal person would choose the most dangerous job in the world.
This is almost a village that has been renovated from the grassland, and the houses are all temporary board houses.
My mother is a nomad on the Black Eagle border, and my father is a businessman on the Black Eagle Silk Road.
And my father is a businessman in this field.
Then use a carving knife to score a score from the groove to the tip of the nib. The grooves and scores allow the ink to flow to the nib smoothly.
I was immediately interested, but the photographer didn't dare to accompany me inside.
But my mother has always been concerned about the distant Black Eagle Empire, but she may not be able to see her relatives again in this life.
The most important press card was still in the bag and was given to the photographer for safekeeping.
This is the only craft that my father left to my mother.
He exchanged the equivalent currency for the feathers in the Black Eagle Empire and then transported them back to the Golden Sun Empire.
The war broke out and all ties between the two countries were directly severed.
The camera can also be a practical tool for showing off one's perversion online after killing someone.
Carrying a camera, he walked in single-handedly.
I had no choice but to leave my bag and made an agreement with the cameraman to return in an hour.
One stood there in panic, while the other held a dagger with a ferocious look on his face.
The panicked man stumbled back, tripped, and fell heavily to the ground.
When I saw the special profession of war correspondent, I joined this industry almost without hesitation.
My father also met my mother because of this business and brought my mother from a nomadic nation to a reinforced concrete society.
My name is Jock and I am a war correspondent.
Fortunately, I studied well, maybe it has something to do with these quills.
When the man with the dagger was about to pounce, he glanced at me, turned around and ran away in the other direction.
And I walked aside and just picked up the camera and planned to save the video.
The murderer was not thinking normally, but when he saw me chasing and helping him kill the last lone villager.
When I was a child, it was the year after the war started.
In fact, my biggest goal is not to take pictures, but to go to the village to fulfill my mother’s wish.
Ask the people named Mojito and tell them that Adie misses them.
And the panicked man was the murderer, who had his dagger taken away from him when he was killing the last lone person in the village.
My mother had no choice but to stay in the Jinri Empire because she married her father into Jinri.
The murderer also affectionately called me his partner when recording his confession, hoping to meet me in prison again.
It was processed in the Jinri Empire, and part of the floc can be found after the quills are cut. Empty the floc inside the quills and use a carving knife to further sharpen the quills.
But before I could say a few words, I was pushed into the local prison together with the people who had just fallen to the ground.
My father was imprisoned for the crime of promoting another country.
I hurriedly tried to explain everything and thought about becoming the hero of this village.
As long as the documents are complete, they will be released, because this profession of reporting on the war is also respected by the people.
The Black Eagle Empire is a country famous for raising black eagles, and only the Black Eagle Empire is suitable for raising a huge black eagle.
It was banned by the country until the war.
But I really didn’t like writing and drawing at all. When I was a child, I decided to join the army.
In this kind of war, the army does not even have time to confront the enemy.
War must be bloody and cruel.
And he told me if I encounter nomads from the Black Eagle Empire.
I thought about how I could run faster without the camera.
Then ask if there are any people with the surname Mojito in this village.
It was never easy to find, but it has always been on my mind.
But the proudest moment for my father was when he took out a quill and handed it to the other person to write.
See if there are any people with the surname Mojito in the village, and send my thoughts to my mother.
When I was growing up, other children played with toys and wore new clothes.
Twenty years ago, the Golden Sun and the Black Hawk were friends.
But when passing by a small village on the border of the Black Eagle Empire to rest, I heard some soldiers in the army saying that there was a murderer in the village.
I already have the latest battle report in hand, enough to make headlines.
Those quills were originally a symbol of luxury.
As for my claimed identity as a reporter and my other story, I cannot be trusted at all because of my identity as a member of the Kim-Il-Island Empire.
If a war reporter encounters a war between two sides, as long as he does not take action and waits for the war to end, nothing will happen.
He thought of me as a dangerous person like himself and talked about it.
But when I grew up, I realized that because of my parents’ embarrassing status, the army of the Kim and Sun Empire would not want me.
Use a carving knife to drill a groove in the middle of the pen tip. This groove is to prevent ink from flowing away when not writing.
My first reaction was to save people, but it might be more effective if I could hold down the killer.
But I could only play with the quills made by my mother and sleep on a dove feather pillow.
The quills are filled with fine ink, which slowly flows out through the incisions.
I graduated from college and became a journalist.
He spends most of his time working as an employee in other people's homes, and in his spare time, he uses dove feathers to make pens.
The crime is an accomplice, and the evidence is the camera in my hand.
Because my mother often told me that these quills were my father.
After his father's death, almost none of his relatives recognized his mother who belonged to the Black Hawk Empire.
As for the supply truck and photographer, they had already left because the one-hour time limit had expired and they could no longer wait to confirm that I had been killed.
In an already dangerous industry, I was allowed to join with almost no review.
This war was started by the uneven exchange of national debt between the Kim-Japanese and Black Eagle empires. Developing countries were becoming increasingly powerful, and the Kim-Japanese empire wanted to suppress them.
But after the war started, it became a symbol of betrayal.
Until I threw the camera away at the next corner and rushed towards it.
Just when I was disappointed and about to return to the camp and leave, I noticed two figures at the corner.
I think he must be a murderer.
I took his dagger and killed him.
At the same time, in the Kim and Sun Empire, the TV station was showing the battle report brought back from the front line hosted by me.
The camera clearly recorded the entire process of me chasing down a refugee, and it was played on the local TV station in the Black Hawk Empire.
Of course, this deal didn't last long.
and gave birth to me, although I did not like all this feather business at all.
But I was thinking about my mother's wish and had no intention of waiting and watching.
Yesterday, we boarded an army supply truck and planned to return to the Kim-Il-Japanese Empire.
But as far as I know, after the war, all the nomads moved into the villages to settle down.
If one side defeats the other, it doesn't matter which army the war correspondent is captured by.
This huge black hawk feather is the best material for making quills in the world.
As soon as the 63-Article Unequal Agreement of the Kim-Sun Empire came out, the friendship between the two countries disappeared.
He said he was tired, and that madmen during war times were scarier than soldiers.
The borders of the Black Eagle Empire are endless grasslands, which used to be a paradise for nomads.
When we arrived at the village, there was no one there in broad daylight. The villagers were probably afraid of the murderer and were hiding.
Jinri is a huge country, while Black Eagle is a slightly backward developing country.
And just like his confession, I really killed a helpless villager.
A group of villagers also arrived.
But my life experience destined me to be unable to serve any country.
My photographer and I are a team.
And I enjoyed it because I wanted to be a soldier since I was a kid.
In my country, there are only a few war correspondents like me.
Not to mention that the army took time out to help the villagers deal with this murderous riot, also because of the war of course. Riots have become natural and insignificant.
The only thing left around me to prove my identity was a camera, not even a pen or paper.