Chapter 837 - Refugees
Angor arrived at George’s office and found the sheriff busily writing on something, while his son, Jordan, was looking at him with an anxious look.
“Just a moment, Angor!” George looked up from his desk and quickly returned to his paper.
Two minutes later, George slid the paper inside an envelope, waxed it, then gave it to Jordan. “Find the fastest horse. Send this letter to Sheriff Byrne in Waterford.”
Jordan nodded. He saluted Angor while leaving through the door and disappearing into the stable.
“Mister George? Did something happen?” Angor noticed the sheriff was not in a good mood.
“Sigh… Them government dimwits in Waterford can’t take in more refugees, so they want to send’em to smaller places. Grue Town included. It’s not that we’re not helping. We have people who send food and clothes to their camps every day. But some of those a*sholes don’t know when to get fulfilled. They always come into town and steal from people. Then they tell their families to do the same. How can we let these thugs in our ranks?
“Besides, we don’t have any spare houses for them in Grue Town. All Waterford’s doing is using their tongue to issue an order, and they’ve no idea how difficult it is for us. That letter I sent is to argue with them.”
Angor was not someone to take care of such business, so he didn’t offer any advice. “I’ll talk to my brother later and see if he can come up with an idea.”
“What is-I mean, who is she, Angor?” Leon pointed to the small Krakok with a finger, while Head Maid Mana was too shocked to say anything.
While mortals at the Fey Continent were used to seeing all kinds of humanoid creatures, people at the Old Earth couldn’t say the same, especially those at a remote town.
“She’s like a fairy in the tales!” Auri’s eyes twinkled in both excitement and delight.
“You’re actually right about that.” Angor chuckled. “They have another name for them, which is the ‘Fairies in the Attics’.”