Immediately, the agent adjusted her elegant monocle with a chain and glanced curiously at the brown-haired girl squatting beside her, diligently filling out a form:
"Officer, why is a Feis Person here to apply for a sailing permit?"
"It's all the doing of a foolish merchant named 'Dean'. That old fellow somehow got lucky and managed to get his name on an official document."
The officer filled out the permit proactively, sneering as he said, "The most ridiculous thing is, not only did that guy fail to seize the opportunity to climb up, but after he came back, he started giving free money to these 'hats' that can't be propped up."
"That's truly a disaster..." The agent chuckled softly, covering her mouth.
The officer and the agent didn't lower their voices; even with her insulated hat on, Molly could hear their nasty remarks.
The girl's expression turned gloomy.
Hats...
At some point, the term 'hats' had become an inescapable label for the Feis People.
