Hearing that she could get a pure-blooded White Feather Griffin, Hai Na immediately perked up.
Her resentment over the griffin's long delay in arriving also vanished without a trace.
What do you mean? So the reason you took so long to ship it was that you were preparing an even better one for me.
You should have said so earlier! How was I supposed to know if you didn't tell me? "It's just a shame," Hai Na sighed. "I won't be able to take the griffin home with me this time.
"If I could take it home—especially a White Lion Griffin—how impressive would that be? Even our village's inspector doesn't have a griffin."
For the little rural village where she had been born, even becoming an inspector was already a highly respectable job. And even they knew that people who rode griffins were more formidable than those who rode horses, while those who rode White Lion Griffins were more formidable than those who rode Brown Griffins.
Eagle Cape Village naturally had an inspector as well. But it had no Bureau of Supervision; the nearest one was in Bagpipe Town, Mubay County. The village had only one inspector and one priest stationed there.
A small place like this simply couldn't afford to raise griffins. Even a mass-produced griffin with a lifespan of only thirty years needed five pounds of fresh meat every day. Since the Bureau of Supervision had a great many affairs to deal with, the Bureau in Bagpipe Town alone had over forty people. If each of them were equipped with a griffin, the daily consumption of fresh meat would be staggering.
But according to regulations, inspectors had to be equipped with griffins. This was not merely a matter of prestige; it was also a symbol of authority.
So