Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

Sanna was an extremely healthy child, her body flexible like a cat, her explosive power was like that of a leopard, her senses were extremely sharp, and her physical strength was more abundant than that of ordinary people. However, for a proper Conquest Knight, it seemed that she still lacked a bit of endurance.

Unlike Shasta and Margaret, Sanna’s body was completely different; the latter two were no longer truly young girls, they had matured, and that fervent vigor no longer burst forth from their bodies.

Innocent, agile, timid, Roman found it difficult to describe her precisely.

But without a doubt, he was very fond of her, so checking on her health had become an important matter.

In less than an hour, Sanna was drenched in sweat, with her skin flushed all over.

The time she persisted was short, which might be related to this being her first physical examination.

She squinted and lay on the table, satisfactorily like a cat that had eaten fishy food.

This was a minor episode, Roman picked her up and sent her to the bedroom to rest, and then spent another half an hour there.

He felt somewhat unsatisfied, as he could indulge a few more times, seeing as she wouldn’t be damaged, and a young girl’s skin elasticity and recovery were very strong.

But there were other matters that needed his attention now.