If the steam engine hadn't devoured the fields outside Silver Pine Town, and if Mr. Ges hadn't impulsively converted the farmland into pastures, he might have had another child this past winter, adding a bit more hope to his little family.
There was no other reason.
A hand has five fingers, so he thought he should have five children as well, only then would this terrible life feel complete.
What if the fifth child was a genius?
That would be hitting the jackpot!
Everyone was drunk, except for the sober Old Abel, who drank his fill of water.
Even the kindest Divine can't bless every devout believer, and it was apparent he was the unlucky one overlooked by Saint Sis.
A sudden urge to pee hit him, and just as he was wondering if he should leave, he suddenly heard an exclamation from the corner of the tavern.
"Hey, look at this! This is crazy!"
"What's up? Did His Majesty Ryan do something stupid again?"
