Early morning.
In a dim and empty lecture hall, a young apprentice knelt by the podium, stuck out his buttocks and stretched a hand out, trying to reach its base.
Who came up with this design?
The apprentice reached so hard that his face turned bright red.
Installing Sound Replication Stones in the hidden compartment of the podium?
It was indeed pleasing to the eye, but it made things difficult for teaching assistants like him who were responsible for class maintenance.
Finally, with a soft click, he successfully removed the last of the precious Sound Replication Stones.
The apprentice leaned backward and sat on the floor, panting as he looked at the Sound Replication Stone in his hand. It was smooth and polished from repeated use. He let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this piece isn't damaged.
It should be able to last ten…uhm, maybe five more lessons.
