On the second day after the celebration ended, Mr. Horace sat in his cramped office, glaring at the Thunder City Daily on the desk with a look of a resentful woman.
Until yesterday, he still liked this newspaper, until the speech of the Governor was published on the new front page headline.
Is licking the Royal Family's backside the only thing these toilet-paper sellers know how to do?
Why not pay some attention to the fire in Roland City?
Must say, that fire is equally tied to the fate of the Campbell Duchy.
Based on his past experience, yet another group of beggars will soon move into Princess Aileen's Refugee Camp, and then that woman will release her overly vigorous energy on useless kindness.
People who always say thank you actually thank no one, just like Horace clearly forgetting who saved his dog's life before.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock knock—"
He shouted irritably.
"Come in."
