Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
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Caroline thought that was the end of it until the next day when she got up to go out and discuss the next round of business with her friends… and saw the posters on the opposite street.
Posters on the walls were uncommon in Weisshem but seen everywhere in Indahl City.
After all, the spending power of the town's residents couldn't compare with that of the city's, where many middle-class families could afford to dine in upscale restaurants, while there were no such families in the town of Weisshem.
The first poster to appear in a small town like Weisshem featured a portrait of the new lord, Tuttle Joe.
In the poster, the lord, dressed in splendid formal attire and with a stern face, held a small piece of something that looks liked a thin slice of bread, showcasing it to passerbys.
Above the lord's head, in two rows of bold black print, were text that were rather blunt—
"Love your family. Remember to buy sanitary pads every month for your wife, your daughter, your mother, your sister."
Caroline: "…"
Caroline stiffly turned her neck away,
…