"Hurry up and scoop them out!"
"Be careful, don't get the thousand paper cranes wet! And don't damage them! Whoever damages them, pack your bags and get out of here!"
"And don't wrinkle them! In short, try your best to maintain their original state when you fish them out! Not one less!"
The man's husky command voice rose in the night.
One command was more bossy than the last.
Those fishing things out of the water were hampered, fearful that a single careless move would cost them their jobs.
Meanwhile, it was even stranger why Lord Baron cared so much about these seemingly ordinary thousand paper cranes. They had been fishing for quite a while, and hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary about these cranes.
Why would Baron go to such lengths for these crudely made paper cranes, braving the rain late at night, ignoring his own injuries, ordering them to fish them out, and even coming down to do it himself? His attitude was as if these paper cranes contained national secrets.
