FarmingLordStruggle for HegemonyMagicMultiple Races
The dinner was a success, the king was drunk and the lady was enthusiastic.
Then, I was caught.
From then on, the prodigal was forced to run away and go north to farm, starting with only five hundred gold.
It seems very inappropriate to travel through time at this time.
Of course, this is just the beginning of my legendary life.
