C627 Iron Fist
To Mrs. Ursula, apart from food and housing, there was another hell.
A long row of beds was made of red earth and covered with straw mats. The smell of sweat permeated the air.
Brook sat at the door and leaned against the wall. Not long after, he started to snore.
The maid cleaned the place for half an hour before she laid down on the blanket and sleeping bag
