The Astarte of the B

The farmer, leaning on his hoe, let out a couple of snorts and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, tilting his head.,Chainmail, leather armor, iron armor, and padded armor were alternately assembled to form a coat of mail reaching the calf.,His expression was still cold, as if he didn't care about a farmer's life at all, only considering the schedule for the two of them.。