The Astarte of the B
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author: What are you doing?
The farmer, leaning on his hoe, let out a couple of snorts and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, tilting his head.,And he knew all too well, for a monster hunter who had no emotions left in his life, with only money and physical needs remaining.,By the time he met Polton’s gaze, there was not a trace of it left.。