A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

"You seem to keep emphasizing the filthiness of this warehouse."


"Yes, that warehouse is indeed very filthy."


Jimmy Ward stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his pocket, and gently sipped on the red wine glass before softly saying, "My wife is a very fastidious person. Before we make love, she always insists that I take three baths and only allows me if I do."


"Furthermore, she is even more particular about the environment when we go out."


"Every time, I have to buy new sheets, new quilt covers - everything new, then light an expensive incense before we can sleep peacefully."


"I have no complaints about this and don't find it unreasonable."


"After all, my wife is the daughter of a wealthy businessman, raised in a well-off family; it's natural that she's so picky, and I've always been accommodating to her after we got married."


Chapter 212: "You seem to be constantly emphasizing the filthiness of this warehouse."_2