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The farmer was about to smirk, even though he didn't even have a pair of shoes. After all, when it comes to "teasing," there aren't many rules.,Lane sighed inwardly, barely perceptibly. He could only comfort himself mentally: come on, a magical medieval era is still the Middle Ages.,Until the farmer nodded dumbly, he didn't hesitate. He crossed over Lane without a word and turned to leave.。