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Chapter 18: Volunteer Specialist Giovanni

"Why are you delivering food here?" Clayton stared at Joe Marney.

Joe Marney, holding a spoon, looked shocked. "Why are you eating here?"

"Because I donated three hundred pounds. I can personally inspect the living conditions of the people I donate to." Clayton spoke boldly.

In the dining room were people in old clothes and with haggard faces. There were people ranging from children to middle-aged, but none too old. Clayton stood out strikingly among them.

At the moment, they were all queuing up with bowls in their hands, looking longingly at Joe in his white apron and waiting for him and the nurses beside him to scoop out the food from several barrels on the ground.

Clayton's arrival was simply illogical, but Joe didn't wonder for long because he had work to do.

He scooped a bowl of strong-smelling stew for Clayton. There were also diced potatoes and carrots in it. Judging from the smell, there might be some minced meat, but Clayton didn't get any in his bowl. In addition, there was a palm-sized piece of black bread.

After getting the food, Clayton returned to a long table and found a seat to eat.

The stew was a mess like this. The taste of these things wasn't bad, but the portion wasn't enough to fill an adult male who did physical labor frequently.

And there were also some mint leaves floating on the surface. Nobody knew why.

The nurse who led him in for the visit was sitting beside him during the meal. From the moment Clayton put the food in his mouth, he had been staring at him nervously, fearing that he might shake his head or complain.

Clayton's performance relieved this nurse.

The silent eating sounds of the recipients on both sides of the long table drowned out his relieved sigh.

"I'll take a look around by myself later. You don't need to follow me." Clayton told him.

"How can this be..."

The nurse instinctively objected, but Clayton just narrowed his eyes and scared him badly.

The pupils of a werewolf can shrink very small, making the person being stared at fully realize that they are being targeted.

After having dinner, the recipients scattered to their temporary dormitories. Clayton easily caught Joe in the corridor.

"You move quite quickly. You contacted the Holy Grail Society so soon. Have you reached an agreement with them?"

"What do you mean?" Joe looked confused.

Clayton carefully observed his expression but found no abnormality. He might not know.

But since he was no longer using a false identity to mix in the church and even removed his disguise, maybe Joe had confessed to the church.

"Forget it. It's nothing. I thought they had found you."

"How could it be? It's actually strange that you can find me, Lieutenant." Joe uncomfortably pressed his neck. "I thought no one could find this place."

The priest had promised to keep it a secret for him.

Clayton confessed frankly, "I really didn't know you were here. I came here following the clues of another member of the Holy Grail Society. Meeting you was just a coincidence."

Joe's eyebrows shot up. "They came in too?!"

"I don't know."

"Then don't use a definite tone, Lieutenant." Joe looked around. The corridor was deserted at the moment, so he rubbed his hands. "I told everything to the priest, but I didn't involve you. They said they would solve the matter of the Holy Grail Society immediately. So now I'm just...""Just studying here."