Yanan Calendar, fifteenth of May, early morning.
Colin, as usual, went to the True Knowledge Society's laboratory.
Today, the sky was gloomy—heavy gray-black lead clouds obscured all sunlight, and the slight chill of spring turned into a fine drizzle, which felt somewhat bleak.
Just a few steps out of the door, he didn't see a single public carriage; the hurried steps of wizards were visible everywhere on the streets.
Most of the wizards didn't carry umbrellas, or rather, they used protective witchcraft against the rain.
Boom!
Suddenly, a dull sound came from not far away.
A burst of loud noises and shouting faintly reached him.
Colin paused in his steps, vaguely hearing words like "Law Enforcement Team," "violation of management regulations."
He shook his head, took a few fast steps forward, and stopped a public carriage that just came by.
"Giddy up!"
The carriage sped away and soon arrived at the True Knowledge Society.
