The Astarte of the B

In the direction of the hoofbeats, there was an old horse worth nothing, with a young man on its back.,The desolate swamps, impoverished villages, rude yokels, and monsters that appear from nowhere are probably the only impressions people have of this place.,Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。