Domineering Moral Animal Husbandry: Where Can Sanhua’S Lovely Wife Escape? Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Heroic Father

Sanhua tilted her head. “Husband?”

Ade retracted his paw with a start, giving up on exposing the fraudulent behavior of the turtle and rabbit.

“This is a wedding,” he told himself.

But the Wedding March previously created with such passion by the green-shelled turtle clearly couldn’t be used anymore. Ade said, “Sing a popular hit you’re good at. I think that werwerwer from earlier was pretty good.”

“Huh? You country dog, do you have any idea how much I charge for a single divination? It’s just a wedding, and I’ve already gone so far as to pretend to be a Spirit Word Board, so what else do you want? This is turtle-species discrimination!” Master Turtle let out a cry of impotent rage from inside his shell.

He scratched his shell until it creaked, but still feeling unsatisfied, he tore the slip of paper containing his divination results into shreds.

On the shredded paper, dangerous words like “double-faced,” “disguise,” and “trap” were faintly visible.

“You deserve to be tricked by your wife. Did you see this prophecy? I wouldn’t give it to you even if I had to eat it!”

Master Turtle stuffed the paper into his mouth, swallowed it whole, and wiped his face. Only then did his gaze condescendingly drop to his phone.

By then, Mouseros had already heart-wrenchingly sent him three large red envelopes containing two hundred Dried Fish each.

“Now this is the proper attitude for seeking help from a master…” Master Turtle finally regained his sense of accomplishment and replied with a single, concise period: “.”

Notorious Mouse: Master, you’re finally back!!!

Turtle-Speed: Mm, I just went to help a fellow cultivator with a small favor.

Like every middle-aged, successful mouse who had everything and began obsessing over miracle tonics and Turtle-style Qigong, Notorious Mouse believed Turtle-Speed’s words without a shadow of a doubt.

He asked directly: Master, how much more do I need to top up to become your VIP fellow cultivator? Just give me a number.

Turtle-Speed typed regretfully: It’s not a matter of money…

It was because fraud involving more than 5,000 Dried Fish (or the equivalent in Marrow Bones, oysters, sea cucumbers, or other common currencies of the Animal Kingdom) was a punishable offense.

As a turtle who knew the criminal law by heart, he didn’t want to run his business from prison.

Notorious Mouse: …I understand.

Amidst Master Turtle’s confusion over “Wait, what do you understand?”, the mouse sent a string of regretful exclamation marks: !!! It’s fate!

Turtle-Speed: …

He’s a mature client now.

Turtle-Speed: That’s right, as long as you know. Enough small talk. Didn’t you want to find something lost? Send me the name of the item, the location where it was lost, and the reason. This old man will cast a hexagram.

Such a cold and aloof master made Mouseros even more convinced. Since the previous divinations had all yielded results that satisfied him, he immediately organized his thoughts: It’s like this, Master…

The consequence of trying to cover up criminal facts while explaining the situation was that this statement was filled with many hypocritical embellishments.

Turtle-Speed: So you’re saying that the ungrateful cat cub you adopted in your early years stole your precious granary key because of stereotypes and racial discrimination. Now that you’re seriously ill and don’t have much time left, instead of wanting revenge, you want to find him to entrust him with your precious granary of grain and your thousands of brothers and sisters who aren’t related by blood.

Yes! Mouseros wiped the corner of his eye, acting exactly like an honest, kind-hearted, and selfless hamster father who repaid grievances with kindness.

Notorious Mouse: Master, I know the reputation of us mice isn’t great, so it’s normal for that child to have misunderstandings. I don’t ask for him to change his mind; I only hope to find the warehouse key before my life ends, so he and my three thousand five hundred and forty-two children can have some emergency food in a disaster year!

Master Turtle: Emmmmm…

This was hard to comment on.

If things were truly as this heroic father said, the emergency food for three thousand five hundred and forty-two children wouldn’t be a problem. However, it was truly hard to guess whether the “emergency food” for that cat cub—who had gone bad at a young age, cheated, kidnapped, stolen, and joined a gang—would be vegetarian or meat.

His conscience made Master Turtle refuse this business: “How about you just cancel the order? I can introduce you to an octopus locksmith?”

Mouseros hadn’t expected his sob story to have the opposite effect, and he flew into a rage.

If his vault—which cost tens of millions to build and was fireproof, waterproof, and mouse-proof to the point that even he couldn’t dig a hole into it—could only be opened with that key, would he have spent so many years painstakingly searching for a cat cub?!

Mouseros: Do you know how many times I’ve been misunderstood as a masochistic pervert during these years of searching for that cat? No, you don’t know anything!