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.,Drawing his crossbow bolt from the quivering dog skin with a "poof" sound, he wiped it clean and returned it to his pocket.,He still couldn't get used to this feeling.... No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that in order to preserve the echoes of his past life, he refused to allow himself to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.。