Refugees

When Angel arrived at George's house, he found him furiously writing away, his face full of irritation.

Knight Jordan stood to one side, his expression equally helpless.

"Angel, wait for me a moment. I'll be done soon," George said quickly when he saw Angel enter, then continued writing at a rapid pace with his quill.

Two minutes later, George slipped the finished letter into an envelope, sealed it with wax, and handed it to Jordan. "Ride at full speed to Waterford immediately. You must deliver this letter into Sheriff Bayne's hands."

Jordan nodded, accepted the letter, and turned to leave. As he passed Angel, he did not forget to give him a knight's salute.

Only after the footsteps behind him had faded away did Angel look up and ask, "Uncle George, you seem to be in a bad mood. What happened?"

George sighed. "Isn't it those people above us? Seeing that Waterford can't accommodate so many refugees, they've set their sights on the towns under their jurisdiction. Even a tiny town like ours has been assigned a share of the refugees."

"It's not that we refuse to help them. We've actually been sending people to deliver food to the nearby refugee camps every day. But some troublemakers among them aren't satisfied with that. They often sneak into town with their whole families. How can we take in people like that?"

"And most importantly, Gelu Town doesn't have any houses to arrange for refugees." George poured out his grievances. "All it takes is one airy sentence from above, and those of us below have to pay such a heavy price. How could there be such a good deal? That urgent letter I just wrote was to express our protest."

After hearing this, Angel did not know what advice to offer. He