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The cheap blue cotton overalls were dark and shiny, even the cotton stuffing around the waist was bursting out. The cowhide boots, without a thick sole, were also cheap goods. Though they rubbed against his feet, at least he could walk freely on the ground.,Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is.",From behind the man, a magical spark flickered faintly, and then the farmer’s tense expression became vacant.。