The Astarte of the B

A crossbow bolt shot from the back, penetrating diagonally through the front of his chest.,Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is.",But the farmer seemed to still have some courage left, his expression nearly collapsing as he tightly gripped his hoe.。