I have a shelter

George traveled to the Middle Ages and became a baron. And he also inherited the legacy of the God of Shelter.
However, he found that this world was not only shrouded in fog, but also waiting for him to be famine and doomsday!
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[The last half piece of black bread has been eaten. If I can't find food today, I can only carry this broken hammer and walk into the fog. ]
"I hope today's diary will not be my last words." George put down the pen in his hand and looked out along the broken wall of the castle bedroom.
The fog outside was stirring and heavy rain was pouring.
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