|指定採集 Hands off Our Fish|
First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Ph
When the moon waxes full, troutflesh grows sweet. Alas, raccoons know this as well as any fisherman, and they will have their clever paws in the water. The Twelve surely meant crimson trout to pass from this life gazing cross-eyed upon our hooks, not the bewhiskered snouts of those washers of sin.
|35||Crimson Trout||× 3|