Chapter 3 The Frost Blade (Ichi) has entered autumn, and in the open field, the night wind blows slowly, coating the yellowed weeds with a layer of silvery-white frost.

Between heaven and earth, there is a vastness.

"It's cold!" Old Haman thumped his old waist a few times and staggered out of the tent. Grabbing a pitchfork, he continued to hobble towards the barn.

The old bones who are already in their sixties are most afraid of the night wind. However, at the moment, he can't steal it.

There was little rain this summer, and the livestock didn't have much fat. And the wool tax given to the lord of the castle, to...

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