Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 535 Repeated Views

“Actually, I’ve thought about that too, but Father Petty is very insistent,” Joe Manny said helplessly.

Father Petty was his protector within the church, and if he insisted on doing something, Joe Manny had no choice but to obey.

However, he wasn't particularly resistant to it.

Doing good deeds is good. It sounds a bit silly to go to great lengths to do many things that may be futile in order to do good deeds. However, if you are forced to do so, you can both enjoy the sense of accomplishment of doing good deeds and convince yourself that there is someone else who is silly.

"Clergy."

Clayton felt a strange sense of melancholy.

His impression of the church was always contradictory; it contained the most despicable bastards, but also many admirable individuals.

Putting aside the people he has met in recent years, during his time in the military he also saw many chaplains carrying crosses and advancing alongside the infantry ranks. After soldiers fell, they would immediately rush forward despite the bullets to drag the wounded back. They were practically angels who saved lives.

"Speaking of which, we recently gained a new priest here. He was said to have communicated with heretics and even burned down the church, so he was abandoned by his sect and sent to the Saint Solot parish for atonement. He doesn't receive any government stipends, only food and lodging, and he has to do asceticism throughout his volunteer work."

Joe Manny lamented, "First the Earth Mother Church came, then the sinners who burned down the church. What bad things can't happen to us Solots? Even the Parish of St. Mored wasn't this bad."

He was just making a casual remark, but he saw Clayton's face turn serious.

"Is his name Louis?"

"Yes." Joe was surprised. "You know him?"

“We met in Zhevo. He’s a really nice guy and has helped me a lot. I’ll go see him as soon as I have a spare moment.”

“Since he helped you, he should be my friend too.” Joe Manny tapped the bottom of his cigarette and flicked the ash onto the carpet. “Although I can’t give him money directly, I can still get him a higher allowance for living expenses. Even breakfast sausages, Tallinn sausages have a higher meat content than Dorne sausages. At the same time, I can also get him a room with better lighting and warmth.”

Clayton leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, touched. "You've done me a huge favor, Joe."

Joe Manny lowered his head sheepishly: "I rarely have the chance to help you, Lieutenant."

“Don’t say that.” Clayton withdrew his hand. “Do you have anything else to do this afternoon? How about having dinner later? How about 7:30? The chef I hired is one of the best in the industry. Donna and I are never home, it would be a shame to leave him unemployed.”

Joe Manny leaned back in his chair and licked his lips. He also had plans for dinner, the most important meal of the day. Although his plans were certainly not as good as the lieutenant's, St. Benede Parish was not on his way and time was tight.

Clayton added, “Tonight we have roast lamb and sandpipers on the table. This is the last season. You won’t find lamb this tender anywhere after March, and sandpipers too.”

"Then I'd better give it a good try!"

Joe immediately straightened his back.

"The sandpiper is a rare bird. It breeds in large numbers in northern countries, so why do I say it is rare? Because we do not live in the north."

"Haha, just kidding, but the reason is indeed related to this. The sandpipers are currently in the process of migrating, heading south to live and reproduce. Right now, they are just passing through our country. In another half month, local hunters will no longer be able to catch sandpipers, and even if farmed sandpipers are transported from the north, they are not as plump and delicious as these wild ones."

“My dear, my dear,” Mrs. Melcher paused her knife and fork, “if you don’t enjoy your delicious meal soon, it will get cold. It’s still February, and it’s a bit too early to eat aspic.”

Mr. Melcher calmly corrected his wife: "To be precise, it's the last day of February, and it'll be March in five hours."

Their daughter also put down her knife and fork.

“Dad, food is meant to be eaten. What’s the point of praising it if you don’t eat it?”

Seeing that all his family members were against him, Melcher sighed helplessly and picked up his knife and fork: "My dear little angels, I just want you to understand the charm of this dish beyond its taste, so that when you discuss it with others in the future, you won't simply say: 'I think it tastes better than capon.'"

“That sounds much more helpful; you should have stated that at the beginning of your speech,” his wife said.

Alice asked her father, puzzled, "Why not? I think 'tastes better than capon' perfectly sums up what I'm thinking."

“Don’t let others easily categorize you,” Mr. Melcher said solemnly, looking at her. “That’s it.”

“Experiences from mingling in high society,” Mrs. Melcher finished, but she still had something to say: “My dear, it would be great if you always dealt with people in high society, but all I see are a bunch of savages running around the country, spying on the privacy of small animals.”

Mr. Melcher inhaled the sigh he had just uttered and put his knife and fork down again.

Seeing this, Mrs. Melcher hurriedly cried out, "My fault! My fault!" But it was too late; no one could stop Mr. Melcher at this point.

“You just don’t understand the importance of my work. Animal behavior is a very important discipline. No animal can survive independently of its natural and biological environment. Their survival strategies are repeated from generation to generation and eventually engraved in their blood. Horses are born knowing how to stand and run, and wolves don’t need to learn to tuck their tails between their legs to protect themselves in a fight. Even if the environment changes, their behavior can still reflect the living environment of their ancestors.”

"Animal behavior is actually a unique branch of history. I'm not spying on animals' privacy; I'm uncovering the truth of this world's past!" "Through one point, discover a vast expanse!"

"But what does this have to do with people?" Mrs. Melcher asked casually, while gesturing to her daughter to eat faster.

“Of course there’s a connection. Humans are animals too,” Mr. Melcher said without hesitation. “Have you ever thought about what moon mania is? A group of people basking in the moonlight too much, and then they go crazy and eat raw meat. But if that’s entirely a flaw, their ancestors probably wouldn’t have lived long enough to get married and have children, so they would have naturally been eliminated. Maybe in the past, it was a good thing to deal with some kind of natural crisis.”

"Just as the current anxieties about obesity didn't exist in the past, being able to store more fat was actually a valuable asset, meaning a higher chance of survival."

His wife shook her head, interrupting him: "To describe death as elimination, I think that word is too cruel."

These words immediately dampened Mr. Melcher's enthusiasm; his lively expression fell silent, and he shook his head, picking up his knife and fork once more.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered softly.

Alice felt sorry for him, but she and her mother really had no interest in animal behavior, after all, they lived in the present world, not the past.

Watching cute animals is good for your mind and body, and that's enough for 99% of people in the world.

"Dad, what do you think of Mr. Bello and Mr. Yasser?"

“Alice!” her mother raised her voice, because her husband had picked up his knife and fork but had stopped moving.

“Mr. Bello is quite remarkable. I think you already know a lot about him from his daughter, perhaps more than I do.”

"In my opinion, he was a sincere and powerful man. He knew Sir Jonard, who had sponsored me, and they seemed to be in the same club, typical upper-class people. Generally speaking, people of this status would be rather arrogant, but he was not like that at all; on the contrary, he was very kind."

Mr. Melcher recalled Clayton Bello's speech and attempted to summarize him.

"He is the kind of person who values ​​promises. If he promises something, he will definitely do it. And he shares some of my hobbies, so I believe we must have other things in common."

Mrs. Melcher nodded in agreement.

"Perhaps our two families should have more contact in the future."

“However,” Mr. Melcher raised the hand holding the knife, his thumb stroking his beard, his expression hesitant and confused.

"But what?"

"However, it's best if you don't spend time alone with him. It's best to stay somewhere where others can see you, but 'others' doesn't include his daughter."

"You mean he is, after all, a man?" Mrs. Melcher asked.

"No, I'm worried it's worse than that."

"A king?" Alice asked.

"It's not that bad yet."

Mrs. Melcher shook her head: "Your words completely confuse me, my dear."

She bent down to cut the body of the sandpiper, then swapped her plate with her husband's.

Mr. Melcher thanked him, but instead of immediately taking a bite, he glanced back and forth between his wife and daughter to make sure they were listening attentively before stating his carefully considered conclusion.

“Some of his instinctive movements are aggressive, and judging from his physique, you should know that he is not someone to be trifled with when he gets angry. His thick beard also indicates that he wants to appear more authoritative and resists others from opposing him. He told me that he had served in the military before and had killed quite a few people. I am quite sure he is a dangerous person.”

“But Donna said he was a lovely guy,” Alice said.

“My dear little angel, she is his child, so naturally she cannot see his dangerous side.”

"So you still want to be friends with him?" Mrs. Melcher asked.

Mr. Melcher laughed proudly: "I am very good at calming dangerous creatures. You could say that I have a lot of control over mammals because I can understand their body language and behavior logic. That's the benefit of animal behavior studies."

“Well, I already know Mr. Bellow is a lovely but dangerous fellow. What about Mr. Ashley?” Alice asked.

“Mr. Asher,” Mr. Melcher blinked and began to work on the food.

"He's just an ordinary idiot."