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Chapter 2: Advancement
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... he boundless plains, the fields of wheat are scattered like stars, dividing them into small squares.
The summer wind blows, waves of wheat surge, and you can faintly see a few small black dots in the fields, which are the people harvesting wheat.
Duke holds a sickle in his hand, bending his back, skillfully reaping the wheat.
Sweat drips down his chin onto the earth-colored ground, evaporating before leaving any trace.
The sickle is his only possession and relianc ...
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