Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 190

Carving wood was already a simple task, but the system’s standards were even stricter. Any uneven surface or leftover splinters counted as a failure. For every ten pieces, one or two would be rejected. 

She was now only eighty wooden sticks away from reaching construction proficiency level two. 

Rosalie’s hand had been injured before and had only just healed. With the old injury acting up again, she could barely put any strength into it. 

“It’s not their fault. I’m the one who refused to stop. No one could talk me into resting.” 

Leon shot the others a sharp look, then lifted Rosalie in his arms and carried her back to the room. 

Leon made dinner that night. He also chased Cameron out of Rosalie’s room and stayed by her bed to keep watch. 

Rosalie told him not to worry. Leon simply stuffed a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth to stop her from talking. 

The next morning, Rosalie woke up with sore arms, but it was still bearable. 

She planned to push through today and raise her proficiency to level two. 

When she woke, the bed was empty. Just as she was about to get up, water for washing was brought to her bedside. 

Seeing Leon still there, Rosalie asked in confusion, “Why haven’t you left yet?” 

Normally, Leon should have been out leading the beastmen to clear the land by now. 

“Cameron took them today. I stayed home with the Matriarch.” 

That was fine. Cameron could handle land clearing too. It was not complicated work, as long as he made sure no one slacked off. 

After washing up, Rosalie had some oatmeal. Then she picked up a bone knife, ready to start carving again. 

In the next instant, the knife was snatched from her hand. It spun smoothly in Leon’s fingers before he tucked it at his waist. 

Rosalie looked up at him in disbelief. Leon smiled faintly and said, “Your injury hasn’t healed. You should rest today. 

“If you really need wooden blocks, I can help.” 

As he spoke, he grabbed a bone knife and carved a neat, square piece of wood in just a few moves. Rosalie took it in her hand, but the system gave no response. 

She had held onto a bit of hope, but now it was clear. Help from others did not count. She had to do it herself. 

Her face hardened as she held out her hand. “Give me the knife.” 

Leon’s dark eyes fixed on her. With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the knife snapped in two. He turned and tossed it away. 

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