The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 596 Natural Selection
As mentioned before, there are two factions in the Maelstrom:
She believes that all things are equal, but humans are born with intelligence and as the head of all living things should display their own virtues and take the initiative to protect all things - the Mother Tree.

And, follow the law of survival of the fittest, everything is the law set by the gods long ago, live without sin, die in a proper way...

Animal fangs.

Tree mother and animal tusks.

The former is good, the latter is indifferent.

It seems that this great 'Miss One Ring' should be from the Beast Fang family of the Great Whirlpool.

"I just feel sorry for it, Miss Cavendish. Maybe I can save its life... and find a friend to raise it?"

Hayan ignored Roland's gentleness, his eyes flashing with unrestrained mockery.

She took two steps forward and looked down at the kitten breathing slightly in his arms. In the sunlight, its pale face suddenly took on a kind of holiness that only came in winter.

"That's natural selection, sir. There are many cats lying by the fireplace or on someone's roof, eating delicious food and stealing wine - but this one," she pointed a finger at the cat in the air: "but this one should have the fate of death. Its rotting flesh should return to the embrace of the earth..."

"Everything is a natural choice, sir. Mortals always like to interfere with nature because of their arrogance and ignorance."

Roland smiled and said, "I don't think it's that serious. It's such a small thing, just a cat, Miss Cavendish."
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Didn’t they say that Shouya doesn’t like to meddle in other people’s business?

"You'll soon find out that the hypocrisy of the believers is no less than that of the gentlemen you met at the reception who haven't seen their holy roots since the last century."
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too long.
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Are you saying they are fat?

'It is such a small thing, Miss Cavendish'—

What a small thing?

This sentence made Cavendish even more dissatisfied: maybe it was because she had long disliked Roland and Randolph, or their doctrines, or something else.

In short, she really intended to continue to dwell on this matter, at least to teach this beautiful, weak man who acted like a girl a lesson from a ritualist.

"I understand you, sir."

She felt that Roland's explanation was feeble and was just the 'insignificant' 'hypocrisy' of a mortal - there were so many tragic things in the world, was the cat in front of her the only one?

Compared to the lives destroyed by tsunamis, the wails devoured by flames, earthquakes, epidemics, and storms.

There is death and birth in the world every moment.

a cat?

Looks a little pitiful?
This is what the mentor calls 'narrow-mindedness' and 'ignorance', this is 'arrogance' and 'hypocrisy'.

Randolph Taylor's friends were indeed as arrogant as he was.

"I don't think you understand at all." Hayon said softly, "Nature has its own way of operating. We exist together with all things, and one day we are so arrogant that we think we can interfere with the fate of other lives. If you save it today, then can you save other cats that are dying in Porto Port tomorrow?"

"And the dog?"

"Drunken workmen, murders, accidents--there are so many places where your precious and noble 'compassion' needs to be exerted. Are you going to see them all?"

Roland: ...

He glanced at Randolph silently.

Roland: 'Is there something wrong with this woman?'

Randolph: 'How should I know?'

"Besides - I have to apologize to you first, because what I am going to say next is not very pleasant. Have you ever given such feelings to your relatives?"

Roland shrugged: "My parents are dead."

Ha Yang was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, apologized in a low voice, and then asked: "...So, where are your friends?"

Roland kicked Randolph.

Randolph ignored him and shouted, "No! He is not as good to me as to the cat!"

Roland: ...

"You two can form a team now."

"So, sir. I think you should give these few 'kindness' to the people around you and don't interfere with the rules - life or death, everything is a natural choice. Those who adapt will survive, and those who don't will naturally be eliminated..." Roland stroked the shivering little curly hair in his arms and sighed softly: "I don't deny that what you said does make sense."

Hayon finally smiled.

She lowered her chin modestly and summed up her victory: "Even though you are not a ritualist, and unfortunately you have not been enlightened by books - but I still want to tell you, sir, knowledge can broaden people's horizons and make people taller."

"Like my fellow church member Charles."

"He hasn't practiced for long, and hasn't become a ritualist yet, but he understands the doctrine better than most people, and he quickly added an impeccable theory to 'survival of the fittest' - when he returns from his travels, maybe he'll write another book to help more people understand nature and respect our goddess..."

Roland closed his mouth tightly, letting an unparalleled yawn die in his womb, turning into liquid that silently flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

"...Yes, that's great, Miss Cavendish. Maybe I can discuss doctrine with you next time when I'm free, okay?" Roland hugged the cat in his arms. "Now, I have to find a place to treat the wound of this little thing."

Cavendish felt that he was speaking to an inhuman, stubborn beast.

"No, I don't think so, sir. As long as you remain hypocritical, you will never understand the true meaning of nature - I know that mortals are not allowed to look at those invisible mysteries, but it's a pity that you can't even pass through the most tolerant door..."

In a cold and calm voice, she repeated the words that were so annoying to hear, as if it was reasonable to use it to mock Roland's stupidity.

“Maybe everything is natural selection.”

However, the man still looked relaxed and was not angry at all.

He understood, but did not refute. He just raised his eyes, which were as bright as noon, and burned across the hot brim of her hat.

A sense of inexplicable uneasiness lurked in my chest, and I listened quietly to her heartbeat.

"You are right, Miss Cavendish, it is all natural selection."

He lifted the cat.

Let the pair of confused jade also look towards her.

“So, it can meet me…”

Rock the cat.

“It’s natural selection.”

Hayan was shocked at first, and then his face turned pale.

A pagan skilled in sophistry.

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"Harold, you know my feelings. How could I linger on a mean, cunning businessman? He is like sand to the sun compared to... "

When eating, the spine should be kept close to the chair back, each portion of food should not be served more than three times, chew at least fifteen times, empty the mouth's residue before speaking, and do not open your mouth while holding the knife and fork - these rules are like breathing, and no extra attention is required.

At least, Claudia Hayon Cavendish thought she was doing well.

Otherwise, why would the man opposite be so obsessed?
——Admiration, timidity, yearning, these complex emotions mixed with ambition, Hayan could clearly see them in Harold Bekanov's eyes.

But it's much better than what Taylor gave.

There was only hypocrisy and resistance in the businessman's eyes.

In comparison, Hayan prefers the man in front of him.

A good choice who can be controlled by himself, looks decent, and is a little smart - most importantly, he is also a primitive person and has noble blood flowing in his body.

"If it weren't for the 'curse', you wouldn't have such a good opportunity, Harold. Even though I love you, I can't convince my father and aunt..."

"Yes, I am grateful to you and the Cavendish family for giving me this opportunity..."

The man sitting opposite him had a particularly conspicuous hooked nose, hair and pupils of the same color as Hayan, a slightly fat face, and his hands were placed on his legs when he spoke, looking very cautious.

(End of this chapter)