Elder Rostellum had been feeling rather uneasy lately. He often felt that something significant was about to happen in his Gaga County.
In the past, only two situations could make Elder Rostellum anxious. One was when a challenging task assigned by higher-ups proved impossible for him to even begin, and the other was when golden coins were slipping through his fingers.
However, at first glance, his current vexation seemed to have little to do with these two. Yet, upon closer examination, this vexation appeared intricately linked to both.
