Chapitre 375: Labour Association

"Refugees?" The guard standing at the entrance to the closest city frowned as he stared at the two bald heads before him and inspected their Refugee IDs, "Your purpose of visit?"

"For work, sir," Inala said and caught the IDs thrown back at him by the guard.

"Your details have been recorded." The guard said and motioned for the duo of Inala and Wittral to enter the city, "As refugees, you're not permitted to stay in the city during the night. Leave before sunset unless you wish to be blacklisted."

Once blacklisted, it'll be impossible to enter that city ever again. Inala didn't have any intention to mess up as he thanked profusely and hurriedly dragged Wittral through the city gates.

"I'm pissed!" Wittral growled in anger once they were inside, "Weak fucks like that dare talk shit! Darn, their fragile bodies and their lack of taste in beauty."