Blac knew this was the time that everything would go horribly wrong.
The wooden door banged closed with a snap and the warrior came out. The villagers and the tax collectors felt as if the world had turned upside down because what is going on right now?
Blac isn't surprised because he knew about it.
"What is this?" Kosh demanded, anger in his voice. Because in the hand of the warrior that was supposed to bring the harvested fruit tax there was only a small tray and on it was an apple-like fruit. "Is this the tax to the First Leader?!"
Blac held his breath for what's going to happen next as he watched the fury build on Kosh's face. But Azaroth on the other hand appeared calm as the warrior walked towards him and offered him the fruit.
