Witch Troupe and the Undead

"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, and my name isn't a carrot.
The current state is torn into pieces (literally), but since it has been put back together, it can be considered alive.
He has no special hobbies or interpersonal relationships, and by local standards, he is illiterate, if not illiterate.
The main work every day is fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses. There is no traveling around the world.
What is my main job? Probably pets.
What are you good at? I don’t seem to be particularly good at anything. If I had to say, it would probably be courting death.
If I have to say, I'm pretty confident about my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."
The man, with scars left by healed wounds all over his face, looked as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield. He smiled like a child and raised the axe in front of him.