The night in late autumn is very quiet, and the smell of rosin is also refreshing. Regardless of whether the militiamen in the village slept or not, and regardless of how the tribal archers of the battalion slept, the military aristocrat, Epeuk, slept soundly on the comfortable straw bed of the village head!

"Praise the lord god! I feel comfortable this time, and my whole body feels relaxed... Oh, not bad, really good!"

The next morning, the woodpecker, Epeke, was smiling, eating pancakes from the village, and talking to the neighbor Tun Tian Shou

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