C258 Beneath the Silverranked Expert
"There's no field worn out by a plow, only oxen worked to death." What a sharp saying!
Antony pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, grabbed a charcoal pen, and earnestly jotted it down.
That night, Arthur's booming roars echoed for two hours before they turned into mournful howls.
Come dawn, the beast-drawn cart rolled up to the blacksmith's shop
