Whether philosophers or any other sort of specialists, once work was done, everyone had to head home and find their mothers.
Not everyone necessarily had a mother, but everyone had a home, even if it was only temporary lodgings, like the priest's Manor.
The Hover Train roared away, drawing the air out of the tunnel and bringing in fresh air filled with the scent of wild grass. That made a wind.
Jing Jiu and Ran Handong returned to the Small Tower. The bishop and the others swept toward them like the wind, wanting to ask questions, but Ran Handong stopped them downstairs.
"The Capital Special District is under martial law, the fleet has issued a level-three warning, and people keep coming from the Sacrificial Hall."
Zhong Lizi had a vague inkling of something. Looking at Jing Jiu, she asked, "What happened?"
"Bored. Took a walk."
Jing Jiu lay down on the Bamboo Chair, closed his eyes, and began to rest.
When people were bored, they did indeed like to go for walks, along rivers or in places like parks.
The problem was that after he took Ran Handong out for a walk, the capital went under martial law and alarms rang out across the entire planet. Just where had he walked?
Zhong Lizi had many questions, but she could see that he truly was exhausted. She poured a cup of tea from the Iron Kettle, set it gently on the little table beside his chair, and headed out of the room.
Just before leaving, she suddenly said, "You look... quite nice in glasses."
The door slowly closed without a sound. Jing Jiu opened his eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then turned on the television Light Screen without removing his glasses.
Outside the room, Jiang Yuxia and