[Decided to start writing a diary, er, paper is a bit expensive, but Aunt Sophia gave me a discount...]

[Well, the quality of the rye beer in the tavern is really poor, and I don't know how much water was mixed with it... No, it was how much alcohol was mixed into the water... But Winnie's waist was twisted so coquettishly, she decided to go again next time...]

[Death or death, Baron Lancaster's subjects have no sense of time, and they don't know what year it is... I can only use Lancaster's

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