Camon City, hunting hall, Deputy Captain Amy walked through the bright and magnificent corridor and forcefully pushed open the door.
“Director, give me the inspection order, I will go control the broadcasting station!”
Behind the ebony carved long table, there were two transparent floor-to-ceiling glasses, allowing the glory of the Blood Moon to spill onto the curly-haired woman sitting on the red leather armchair without any hindrance. Her uniform looked a bit messy because several buttons were undone, her originally beautiful silver hair was messy like a chicken coop, and her delicate face was ruined by heavy eye bags and clown-like dark circles.
Upon hearing the door opening, she turned off the screen. “Is it time to get off work?”
“What off work? We haven’t caught the escaped prisoners yet!” Amy came over and slammed the table. “I notified the broadcasting station to interrupt the live trial, but they refused. Director, quickly sign the inspection order for me, I will lead the team to take them down!”
“You can say that here, but don’t ruin the reputation of the hunting hall outside.” The director said lightly, “I can’t handle someone like Gerard who receives a hundred complaint letters every month.”
“Director, the inspection order!”
“Inspecting the broadcasting station requires the cooperation of the Ministry of Affairs. Have you contacted Vice Mayor Gulu?”
Speaking of this, Amy became even angrier. “I tried to contact the Ministry of Affairs, but only the mayor’s secretary answered. He said the vice mayor is currently in an emergency meeting with other departments and cannot reply for the time being!”
“That’s normal. When there is an escaped prisoner, various departments must be mobilized to make contingency plans—”
“He did it on purpose! He wants to delay until Fenanche dies in the trial, and then he, the vice mayor, can move up and get rid of the deputy!”
“Don’t think so badly. Under the glory of the Blood Moon, all the bad people are in prison.” The director said softly, “The hunting hall is under the control of the Ministry of Affairs. Without their orders, we can’t inspect the broadcasting station of the same level casually.”
“So, are we just going to watch the trial continue!?”
“Why not?”
The director scratched his head. “Not only the Ministry of Affairs, but the research institute and the church also didn’t say anything. They are not in a hurry, why are you?”
“But—”
“Don’t forget, the ones who truly control the trial are not in prison, but in the city, outside, here.” The director spread his hands. “Why are you so serious?”
The director’s “correct statement” left Amy speechless for a moment, and even her big fluffy tail drooped. She pouted and hammered the table discontentedly. “Tsk, why are the priests so indifferent to this…”
“You know that you have great strength at night. My table can’t withstand a few slaps from you.” The director complained twice. “As for why, because this is not a big deal.”
“Isn’t this a big deal?”
“Amy, how old are you?”
“I’m from the 20th generation.”
“Oh, that means you’re only in your forties. No wonder you’re making a fuss.”
“What’s wrong with being young?”
“When you’re older, you will know that the things you think are serious are just insignificant episodes in the scale of hundreds or thousands of years.” The director raised his dark circles. “Compared to that, obeying the law is more important.”
“Main Life of the Moon, Blood Saint Guards Death, this is our law. Apart from this, we cannot interfere. Let the secular handle the secular matters themselves.”
The director’s words made sense, and Amy could only clench her fists unwillingly, even her fluffy tail stood up. “Yes!”
“Go back to work, remember to close the door. And can you please put your tail away? It’s troublesome to clean up the fur on the carpet.”
Amy shook her head repeatedly. “No, fixing a part of the Moon Shadow characteristics permanently is a symbol of my strength! And everyone likes it!”
The director sighed and covered his face. “The church and the research institute really like to send troublemakers over… Is this place a foster home for adults?”
When Amy closed the office door, she suddenly heard laughter from inside.
“Haha, this Asho is quite interesting. I have to let Gerard spare his life.”
Damn it!
The director clearly wanted to watch this farce and refused to sign the inspection order no matter what. She almost fooled him!
Amy instinctively wanted to go in and reason with him, but at this moment, she suddenly remembered the Blood Saint joke that the old priest had told her.
“When the Blood Saint clan becomes interested, the only way to stop them is to nail them in a coffin—increased blood flow in bats leads to a decrease in intelligence.”
So Amy gave up, holding back her anger and returned to her department, sitting down and opening the screen—she just wanted to see what Asho could come up with!
…….
…
“Cough, cough!”
On the crimson stone pillar in Lake Shattered, Fenanche suddenly coughed twice and spat out two smelly black blood. His abdomen felt itchy and uncomfortable, and his clothes stuck to his body, making him feel like he had returned to his youth with this sudden dizziness.
Born in the “Clubhead Skull” foster home, he had to squeeze out time from the gaps between fights to study every day. It was a foster home located in the lower district of Camon City, and most of the fostered individuals were orcs and ogres—the sharp-tongued director didn’t like these two blue-green races, but simply because the foster care allowance for these two races was high.
Unlike the high-end foster homes like “Emerald Garden,” which not only did not receive funding from the Ministry of Affairs, but also had to spend a large sum of money to select babies from hospitals.This was because any adult race that came from the foster home had to deduct 10% of their income from the first fifteen years of work as a “giveback” to the foster home. The Emerald Garden Foster Home was clearly on the most righteous and grand path: they put all their efforts into cultivating outstanding talents, then used the “giveback” from these talents to strengthen the foster home, continued to select high-quality baby sources, and continued to cultivate outstanding talents for society.
It can be said that double first-class foster homes like the Emerald Garden are all on this positive cycle path, and they are also the role models for foster homes nationwide. However, not all foster homes have these conditions. After all, there are only so many excellent baby sources, so there is another model – scamming for subsidies.
The Bat Skull Foster Home chose the beastman and ogre babies that other foster homes didn’t want, but had to foster due to the need to “maintain species diversity”. In this way, the church would allocate a large amount of funds as subsidies.
The director swallowed all these funds, adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards the babies, and didn’t care about their “giveback” after they started working, since beastmen and ogres were easy to raise. Once they came of age, they were kicked out.
Among the baby sources, beastmen and ogres were considered the lowest grade. They were not only difficult to educate, had low average IQ, were disobedient, but also ugly in appearance (compared to standard races), and had sloppy living habits.
Therefore, the Bat Skull Foster Home was no different from the wild. Everyone defecated wherever they wanted, lived freely, and when mealtime came, someone would push in a few buckets of food, then everyone would scramble for it, which would then escalate into racial fights. After getting bruised and battered, they would each lie down and sleep, and then a day would pass.
The outside world wouldn’t have any objections to this. The foster home beautified it as “natural fostering”, and even received approval from all sectors of society.
Many scholars believed that this was a way to release the nature of beastmen and ogres, a respect for the blue-skinned and green-skinned, a quality education that taught students in accordance with their aptitude. Then they would turn around and criticize foster homes like the “Emerald Garden” for overemphasizing academic performance, suppressing children’s nature, and stealing children’s childhood and so on…
Fenanche, who was born in a civilized country, grew up in this “natural” environment.