Chapter 596 Ch595 Natural Selection

Chapter 596 Ch.595 Natural Selection

As mentioned before, there are two factions in "Maelstrom":

She believes that all things are equal, but humans are born with wisdom. As the head of all spirits, she should exert her own character and actively protect all things - the tree mother.

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

Teeth.

Tree Mother and Beast Tusk.

The former is a good thing, the latter is indifferent.

It seems that this great 'Miss Yihuan' should come from the Beast Fang lineage of the Maelstrom.

"I just think it's a little pitiful, Miss Cavendish. Maybe I can save its life...and find a friend to raise it?"

Hayan ignored Roland's tenderness, his eyes flashed with unbridled sarcasm.

She took two steps forward and looked condescendingly at the panting kitten in his arms. Her pale face actually gained a hint of holiness that only comes in winter in the sunlight.

"That's a natural choice, 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 out a finger in the air. Clicked on the cat: "But this one should have met the fate of death. Its rotten flesh and blood should return to the embrace of the earth..."

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

Roland smiled: "I don't think it's that serious. It's such a small thing, just a cat, Miss Cavendish."

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Don't you mean that Beast Ya doesn't like to meddle in other people's business?

"You will soon learn that the hypocrisy of the believers is no less than those gentlemen you saw at the cocktail party who have not come face to face with their holy roots since the last century."

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Too long.

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Isn't it bad for you to just say they are fat?

'What a small thing it is, Miss Cavendish' -

What a small, small thing?

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

In short, she really planned to linger on this matter, at least using words to give this beautiful, girl-like weak man a lesson from the ritualist.

"I understand you, sir."

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

Compared with the creatures destroyed by tsunamis, the screams of flames, earthquakes, epidemics, and storms.

There is death and new life in the world every moment.

A cat?

Looks a little pitiful?

This is what the instructor calls ‘narrowness’ and ‘ignorance’, and this is ‘arrogance’ and ‘hypocrisy’.

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

"I don't think you understand at all." Hayan said softly: "Nature has its own way of functioning. We exist together with all things, but God is so arrogant that we think we can interfere with the fate of other lives - if you save it today, So, can we save the other dying cats in Porto Porti tomorrow?”

"So, where's the dog?"

"Drunk workers, murders, accidents - there are so many places where you need to show your precious and noble 'compassion'. Are you going to visit them all?"

Roland:......

Silently glanced at Randolph.

Roland: ‘Is there something wrong with this woman? ’

Randolph: 'How should I know. ’

"What's more - I want to say sorry to you first, because the next words are not very pleasant. Have you ever shared such feelings with your relatives?"

Roland shrugged: "My parents passed away."

Hayang was silent, 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 nice to me or the cat!"

Roland:......

"You two can form a group."

"So, sir, I think you should give these few 'kindnesses' to the people around you, and don't interfere with the rules - life or death, everything is a natural choice. Live with adaptation, live with discomfort, naturally To be eliminated..."

Roland stroked the trembling little wool roll in his arms and sighed softly: "I don't deny that what you said is indeed reasonable."

Hayan finally smiled.

She pressed her chin reservedly and summed up her victory: "Even if you are not a ritualist, it is a pity that you have not been able to gain wisdom through books - but I still want to tell you, sir, knowledge will broaden people's horizons and make people change." Be tall."

"Like my church friend Charles."

"He has not been practicing for a long time and has not yet become a ritual practitioner, but he understands the teachings better than most people. He soon added an impeccable theory to the 'survival of the fittest' - when he comes back from traveling, maybe , it’s time to write another book to let more people understand nature and respect our goddess..."

Roland closed his mouth tightly, letting an unparalleled yawn abort, turning into liquid and silently flowing out from the corners of his eyes.

"...Yeah, 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 Let’s treat this little thing’s wounds.”

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

"No, I don't have to, sir. As long as you are still hypocritical, you will never understand the true meaning of nature - I know that mortals are not allowed to gaze at those invisible mysteries, but it is a pity that you cannot even pass through the most tolerant door. Pass…"

In a cold and calm voice, she repeated the annoying words again, as if it was common sense to use them to mock Roland's stupidity.

"Maybe it's all natural selection."

However, the man still looked relaxed and not angry at all because of these words.

He understood, but did not refute. He only raised his eyes as bright as noon, which burned through the brim of her hat.

A trace of unreasonable uneasiness lay in her chest, quietly listening to her heartbeat.

"You are right, Miss Cavendish, it was all a natural choice."

He lifted the cat.

The confused Jadeite also turned towards her.

"So, it can meet me..."

Shake the cat.

"It's just a natural choice."

Hayang was shocked at first, and then his face turned livid.

A pagan who is good at sophistry.

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"Harold, you know my thoughts. How could I miss a despicable, cunning businessman? He is like gravel to the sun compared to..."

When dining, your spine should be close to the back of the chair. Each portion of food should not be served three times. Chew it no less than fifteen times. Empty the residue in your mouth before speaking. Do not open your mouth while holding a knife and fork - these rules are like breathing. No extra distraction is needed.

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

Otherwise, how could the man opposite him be so obsessed?

——Admiration, timidity, longing, these complex emotions mixed with ambition, Hayan can clearly see them in the eyes of Harold Bekanov.

It's much better than what 'Taylor' gave.

The businessman only saw hypocrisy and resistance.

In comparison, Hayan liked the man in front of him more.

A good choice who can be controlled by himself, looks reasonable, and has a little cleverness - the most important thing is that he can also be considered a primitive people, and the noble blood also flows 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 such an opportunity..."

The man sitting opposite has a particularly conspicuous aquiline nose, hair and pupils of the same color as Hayan, a slightly fat face, and puts his hands on his legs when speaking, looking very cautious.