The Astarte of the B

A man on horseback bent over, grabbing the tail of a crossbow bolt as he passed by a farmer. He pulled the body of the dog out of the field.,Polton, as if reminded by Brun's words, turned his unmoving cat eyes towards the farmer sprawled in the field.,The amber cat eyes narrowed slightly in the shadow of the backlight, that plain determination... Just like a tiger hunting!。