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.,The mutation that afflicted the Monster Hunter robbed him of his emotions, but not his mind.,Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。