It had to be said: sometimes life was just that unpredictable, full of twists and turns, much like the inscrutable will of the Heavenly Father.
For instance, getting a mission on a rainy night that you couldn't refuse: go out and find someone, only to learn upon arrival that they'd happened to go to a banquet outside the city that very day.
Cursing the damnable extravagance of those nobles, you finally made it to the venue and, using both threats and entreaties, forced your way in to see him. You'd expected it to take some effort, but the other party turned out to be surprisingly reasonable. You'd skipped the part you thought would be the hardest.
Just as everything seemed to be going smoothly, something completely beyond your expectations happened. Someone attacked an Inquisition party in the outskirts of Dunling.
Before you could vent your pent-up frustration on those blind fools, an arrow struck your horse and sent it crashing to the ground, leaving you no chance to fight back.
Then, as luck would have it, your leg was pinned beneath it, and your head slammed hard against the ground.
Losing consciousness wasn't entirely a bad thing. It skipped right past the most dangerous part of the battle, but not waking up after the fighting was over was another matter.
The irony of fate was that if you hadn't been knocked down with serious injuries, you'd never have known that the banquet you'd just left was a Medical School gathering, as well as a product showcase for medical equipment.
In a rather dramatic turn of events, the region now had more doctors—and better ones—than ever before. You could say that all it would take was a bolt of lightning punching through a house's ceiling and striking a table laden with