315. You dare to split my melons (Words: It's really made of gold)
I can't remember how many nightmares this is the past month.
This morning, Bergred woke up again, and he dreamed that he was suppressed by himself, and finally died of depression and illness.
Dream of knights who were once loyal to themselves.
Will he become the last Lord of Mercia?
This terrible thought made his eyes sunken and his body lightened day by day.
He spent a lot of effort to save his wife, and he turned his head to take revenge on himself, this slut..
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