Three Hundred and Forty-Four. Hole Off (6, 3k)

The sun was shining brightly, and the sun hit the skin like some kind of poison, and the heat was a slow torment, a torture in a way. And the farmers, they had to bear it.

Perturabo put down the hoe in his hand, and today, he has been able to carry out this work very well.

In fact, he even vaguely felt that swinging a hoe was much easier than swinging a weapon. At the same time, he can't help but have some feelings for mortals.

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