The Astarte of the B

The weary farmer on the dike looked up; passersby were the rare and precious topic of conversation in their impoverished lives.,The cheap blue cotton overalls were dark and shiny, even the cotton stuffing around the waist was bursting out. The cowhide boots, without a thick sole, were also cheap goods. Though they rubbed against his feet, at least he could walk freely on the ground.,Those amber cat eyes simultaneously glanced down at the farmer.。