Then...
"So, it's more or less like this,"
Motan, who was originally kneeling there supporting a low table, suddenly fell on his backside. He breathed a sigh of deep exhaustion, and after a while, he raised his head and shrugged at everyone with a bitter smile: "I've said everything I can...let's hear your thoughts… sorry, this is the best I could do…"
"You don't need to apologize, Priest Hei Fan."
Chief priest Ferman looked at him seriously, the look of helplessness on his face seeming to age him by decades in a few minutes: "No one could have done better than you."
Tero shook his head in despair: "Oh, Goddess..."
"The Goddess isn't around to help a clueless lamb like you now." Sherian, who didn't look much better, harrumphed, then raised her voice to ask, "So, what should we do?"
The silence was as expected…
"Alright, I'm confused now too."
