"Frankly, I didn't expect to have to come in and work overtime on the day of the Seven Notes·Syllable Festival; I must seriously consider whether the salary the Academy pays me is worth this," Silence said.
In the Three Colleges, a silver-haired elder was guided by several young people toward the small church, his mood clearly not the best, as he stepped deeply into the snow, each footprint deeper than the others.
"Sorry, Professor Francis," the young guide in front apologized with a full face of regret, "but the situation really is quite serious this time."
