We humans are so awesome.

"Sister Sylvia!"

A cheerful shout came from a distance, and Sylvia's depressed mood was slightly relieved, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

"Elody, why did you get out of school so early today?"

“Because there is an exam!”

Elodi was exhausted. After running a few steps, her face turned red and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. She tilted her head back and let Sylvia wipe the sweat off her face, muttering to herself.

"This exam is very important. I heard that the score will not be much different from the final test... I don't know how many points I can get, and whether I can go to the same university as you."

"If it's you, Elodie, you can do it!" Sylvia was very confident about it.

After Don Juan moved into a new house, he left the vacated room to her. During this period of time, Sylvia got along well with the neighbors in the apartment building, and also hit it off with the administrator Elodie. Of course, she knew the other party's academic ability.

Elodie smiled with her eyes narrowed, and was very pleased with Sylvia's affirmation.

"Thank you, Sister Sylvia... By the way, I happen to be free today, so why don't I make dinner?"

"Then I'll go buy some groceries!"

If there is anything Sylvia is not good at, it is cooking.

Since she was a child, her parents didn't let her go into the kitchen, but they took her to the market quite often. Compared with others, Sylvia always got the best prices and sometimes even got a lot of gifts.

In her opinion, receiving special treatment because of her appearance is not worth boasting about. Now when buying groceries, Sylvia would rather go to a supermarket farther away, at least the prices are clearly marked there.

When they returned to the apartment building, it was completely dark. Sylvia climbed up to her floor happily, carrying her bags. However, she was shocked to find that Elodie was not waiting in the room, but standing in the corridor, sounding helpless.

"Ms. Angela, there are regulations in the apartment building. Cats are not allowed in the hallway."

"I don't have a cat. I just feed it."

The girl standing opposite her had an innocent look on her face. On the ground behind her was a small bowl with two cats licking the milk in it.

"Cats are so cute, but also so pitiful. If you don't give them something to eat, they will starve to death."

"But if we do this, they will linger in the building and won't want to leave. As you know, most of the people living in this building are elderly people, who don't sleep well to begin with, not to mention the possibility of being scratched and bitten..."

Angela let out a sharp cry, which frightened Elodie so much that he froze.

"Are you crazy? Cats are not dogs. They will never attack people. As for the meowing, it's just a meowing. Just because you might hear a few meows, can you bear to watch a cat freeze to death or starve to death? Do you still have a conscience?"

"But, but..."

"If you have a conscience, why don't you bring one home?" Seeing Elodie's uneasy look, Sylvia stepped forward and said, "You only want to enjoy the comfort provided by a pet, but are unwilling to take the responsibility of raising it. Such a conscience is really cheap!"

"Why do you..."

Angela's aggressive aura disappeared after she saw Sylvia clearly, but she still said without hesitation: "I have limited ability and cannot take them home to raise them, but can't I help them within my ability? If I give a street beggar a few dollars, do I have to take him home?"

"If you knew that the beggar would use the money to buy a knife and rob, yes! Cats have a strong sense of territory. Since it has a fixed food source here, it will regard this place as its territory, and other residents are uninvited guests who invade the territory. The building is full of elderly people. If someone gets hurt, you as the feeder will bear the corresponding responsibility, do you know that?" Sylvia asked.

Angela was stunned, and shook her head after a while: "Who knows this?"

"It's not too late to understand now."

Sylvia walked past her, grabbed a cat by the scruff of its neck in each hand, and walked out of the building.

"What are you doing?" Angela yelled after her, "You can't do this to a cat, I'm recording it!"

"Don't worry, I'm just sending them to the shelter," Sylvia replied.

She founded the shelter with her own investment and provides free services to residents in various communities in the city. She takes in stray cats and dogs that are a nuisance to others, performs sterilization surgery on them, and then seeks caring people to adopt them.

However, these two cats are not rare breeds. Even if they are sent to a shelter, the possibility of them being claimed is unlikely, and the final outcome may be euthanasia.

Thinking of this, Sylvia couldn't help but feel compassion, but she quickly extinguished the emotion herself.

It is indeed a bit cruel to them, but from a human perspective, it is the only way. She cannot affect the legitimate rights and interests of others for her own likes and dislikes.

After returning from the shelter, Angela still did not give up and stood there, barking unyieldingly, but at least her meowing was much quieter than the predictable cat meowing.

Sylvia pretended she didn't exist, walked straight back to her room, and shared a sumptuous dinner with Elodie.

The next morning, there were two wreaths at her door.

Chapter 54 Hard Times

Don Juan has been tossing and turning lately and has trouble sleeping.

"Asker's Legacy: Transformers" is still in theaters, and the box office has reached nearly 10 billion so far. The share he can get is as high as 3 billion, which is much more than all his previous income combined!

But it would be great if it could be higher!

So Don Juan plans to continue to make big news while the popularity of The Phantom Pain is still there.

For example, setting up a charitable foundation and donating all the income would definitely give the audience another shot in the arm.

Even if it doesn't work, at least you won't lose anything.

With this thought in mind, Don Juan got up early, without even having breakfast, and came to discuss with Sylvia.

As soon as he came out of the portal, he was stunned by the two wreaths at the door.

Could it be...

No way, how is it possible?!

"Squeak~"

Sylvia pushed open the door and walked out, bumping into Don Juan. They were both startled.

"Ah, sir, good morning!"

"Okay, that's good, that's good!" Don Juan breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease, "...What does this mean?"

Sylvia looked in the direction where his finger pointed and discovered the wreath. After a brief moment of confusion, she quickly guessed what was going on.

"Nothing, just a bunch of poor people."

"Poor? It's obviously us who are pitiful!"

Elodie also walked out of the room, complaining angrily.

Today is Saturday, and she had planned to sleep in a little longer, but Uncle Lanblo woke the girl up with a series of calls and told her the negative news that was spreading on the magic network.

"We just sent the cats in the aisle to the shelter, but they framed us and accused us of abusing cats. They even sent us wreaths. This is too much!"

"So you have offended the Society of Benevolence!" Don Juan suddenly realized.

The Ren De Society is one of the many Druid organizations, and its main activities are in cities. Its purpose is to improve and enhance the living conditions and breeding levels of small animals, and it firmly opposes any behavior and thoughts of abusing or harming animals.

Of course, the Ren De Society branch in the human world adapted to local conditions and made corresponding localized changes, such as expelling small animals such as chickens, ducks, geese and fish and only retaining cats and dogs as work targets.

It was only natural that they would receive wreaths after offending the Ren De Society. Sylvia and Elodie should be thankful, because if they were in a hell full of martial virtue, they would have received a sunburst and meteor showers falling from the sky.

"It's just the Ren De Society. Even for Sister Sylvia, you will strike them hard, right?" asked Elodie.

"Of course!"

Although he didn't know when the two of them became so close, Don Juan would not hesitate about this.

Moreover, in his current opinion, the Ren De Society in the human world is no different from insects. They are completely unable to withstand the iron fist of capital and are not to be feared!

"Let them remove the false propaganda first and eliminate the negative impact!" Don Juan logged into the magic network and asked Xiang Yiluodi, "By the way, what is the title of the essay you saw?"

"You don't have to love, but please don't hurt!"

How old fashioned...

Don Juan complained in his heart. He entered the text and pressed the search button. It only took 0.01 seconds for the results to appear, but there was no result related to Sylvia and Elodie.

"Are you seeing things, little Elodie?" Don Juan asked doubtfully.

"Impossible, I just saw..."

Elodi took out his portable magic storage mobile terminal and looked through his browsing history. It was clearly open just now, but now only 404 was flashing on the screen.

"Strange, what's going on?" The girl was confused and tried to change the search engine and refresh it, but still got nothing.

"Maybe...wait!"

Sylvia's mobile phone rang, and she answered the call, her brows gradually furrowed.

"It was the Ren De Society that took the initiative to delete it... They sincerely apologize to you and would like to invite you to lunch, Mr. Don Juan."

.....................

The president of the human branch of the Ren De Society is a kind person. It is said that before every family reunion, he would recite the Rebirth Mantra ten times to liberate the souls of those who died unjustly.

Such a celebrity would certainly not be responsible for specific business. The daily work and reception exchanges of the Ren De Society were all presided over by Vice President Adrian.

Adrian was fifty years old and short. When he smiled, his two big gold teeth were exposed. Although he was well dressed, he looked a bit sly.

He was waiting outside the restaurant early to welcome Don Juan and his party. After the guests were seated, he personally served tea and water, being very attentive.

"Why is it all meat?" Don Juan frowned as he looked at the table full of dishes.

"Yes, yes," Adrian replied with a smile, bending his waist. "But you may not know that this is not ordinary meat, it is all game! Wild boar meat, bamboo rat meat, crocodile meat, skylark soup... They are all delicious, you must try them!"

After he said this, Don Juan lost his appetite even more.

Eating wild game is illegal, and wild creatures are often uncertain and dangerous. The meat is also tough and fishy, ​​and may not taste as good as the results of industrial farming.

He put down his chopsticks and got straight to the point.

"Just tell me what you want to say, Mr. Vice President. I have other work to arrange!"

"Yes, yes." Adrian responded repeatedly, his attitude becoming more humble.

"In addition to apologizing to Your Excellency, we have an unwelcome request."

"Your Excellency, please lead us towards the path of common prosperity!"

Chapter 55 Pretending to be mysterious

"Huh?" Don Juan was startled. "Are you still in poverty?"

Adrian nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, of course, to be precise, it is relative poverty."