Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Declan, the Grand Master of Chicken–Plucking

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Rosalie brought two injured individuals home, pushing the door open and startling those who were preparing to go hunting.

Leon carried Micah on his back, his sparse bloodstains soaking the beast hides, giving him a terrifying appearance.

Elijah glanced coldly. “Martriarch, today, Cameron and I will go out hunting again. Yesterday’s prey is in the backyard.”

Originally, Leon and Declan were supposed to go hunting today, but since Leon was injured, Elijah dragged Cameron out instead.

Elijah, cold in expression but warm at heart, left Declan with a scowl. Declan stepped forward and helped Micah to the bed, then handed a bowl of oatmeal to Rosalie. The oatmeal was still warm, and it was left for her intentionally.

Rosalie was a little surprised. She took the bowl and said softly, “Thank you.”

Declan still showed no friendly expression toward her. He only put down a clean roll of cloth.

“Before signing the release, you are my Matriarch. What I do for you is only right.”

Rosalie was not provoked by his cold words. She hesitated a moment, then said, “I want to discuss something with you.”

“What is it?” Declan stopped in his tracks.

“Once I’ve earned enough silver, I want to sign the release for Leon first.”

Declan remained silent. Rosalie continued, “He’s been trapped by me for so long and got hurt protecting me. I want to let him

go first.”

Rosalie could see Leon’s extraordinary aura. He must have been forcibly confined here. If possible, she wanted to release him first, which would also repay him for saving her life.

“This small matter, Matriarch, you can decide yourself. You don’t have to ask my opinion,” Declan said, leaving.

Standing at the door, Leon had witnessed part of the conversation. His face, pale from blood loss, betrayed nothing else.

Rosalie felt slightly embarrassed and gave a shy smile.

For some reason, Leon didn’t feel happy.

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Leaving Rosalie had always been his wish, yet his expression could not show any joy. His heart. ached uncontrollably, turning inexplicably into irritation.

There was an emotion in his eyes that Rosalie couldn’t decipher as he walked over and sat beside her.

Rosalie flinched slightly. She had always been somewhat afraid of the cold black panther in front of her. From the first day she arrived, she could tell that Leon’s status among the beastmen was high. Even occasionally meeting his gaze made her uneasy. She seemed unable to see through those jet–black eyes.

Leon picked up the clean cloth. “Matriarch, Leon will help you change the bandage.”

Rosalie shivered as a strange feeling arose in her chest. Leon had never referred to himself in third person before.

It was just a single word, yet it carried undeniable intimacy. As a mortal woman, she couldn’t resist the charm and felt her ears flush red.

Lowering her head, she snatched the cloth from Leon, stammering, “No… Y–you can go! I’ll do it myself.”

Leon stared at her for a few seconds, then replied, “Yes, Matriarch,” and turned to leave.

Heart pounding like a drum, Rosalie cleaned her own wound and applied a new bandage before checking on Micah, who had exhausted himself and was now dozing lightly.

While he slept, she touched his wrist and found the cold energy within him had grown more

severe.

Rosalie tucked him in properly, then went to check the herbs she had left out to dry yesterday. The sun was high; one day of drying was enough.

She picked the drier pieces and left the rest in the sun. She measured the correct dosage into the pot to cook.

Herbal decoctions required careful simmering. The fire couldn’t be too high or too low, and someone had to stay nearby the entire time.

Patiently, Rosalie squatted by the pot, waiting until the proper time had passed. She scooped the medicine, let it cool slightly, and brought it to Micah’s room.

Lying in bed with half–open eyes, Micah saw Rosalie and widened his gaze.

Before she reached him, he already smelled the bitter medicine, wondering what foul thing his Matriarch had brought. The next second, she was offering him the dark, bitter liquid.

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Even the gentle Micah frowned.

“Matriarch, what is this?”

Rosalie replied patiently, “It’s medicine. Drinking it will help your body.”

He looked at her expression a few times, seeing no sign of poison, and sighed resignedly before taking the bowl.

Micah had been with Rosalie the longest. He knew that Rosalie had once not even known how to build a fire, let alone prepare medicine–healers were rare in the beast world.

Yet, although he had been forced into her service, fate had saved his life. He did not resist her.

Now, holding the bowl, he closed his eyes and drank it as if facing death. After all, no matter how weak his body was, he was a beastman; he couldn’t be poisoned to death.

The bitter medicine lingered in his mouth, but Rosalie held a piece of preserved fruit to his lips.

Micah curled his tongue, scooping it into his mouth. The sweet and sour flavor covered the bitterness, and his eyes brightened.

Seeing his enjoyment, Rosalie smiled and squinted. She had gotten the candied fruit from the system shop. In the future, when she harvested her own fruit and planted trees, she could make it herself.

“Ding dong, do you want to choose to upgrade the system? This will consume all remaining points.”

Rosalie froze, asking quickly, “What will the system gain after upgrading?”

“It can unlock proficiency in medicine, farming, cooking…”

Rosalie’s heart leapt. She did not fully understand yet, but system rewards were always valuable.

Even spending all her remaining points, she was willing.

“Upgrade,” she decisively chose.

“Okay. System upgrade time will be 5 days. During this period, the system will enter hibernation.”

With that, the system fell silent.

Rosalie’s joy dimmed when she reached the kitchen. The vegetables she had painstakingly

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collected yesterday were lost to the wild beast attack.

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Although there was freshly hunted prey in the backyard, there were no seasonings, only a single jar of salt, which was a precious commodity in the beast world.

She went to the backyard. A large wild boar lay undressed, and in the corner was a wild chicken. Her eyes

lit

1. up.

She lifted the chicken, and it was heavy enough for a substantial meal.

As she prepared hot water, her hands shook from her injury, spilling water on the ground and stirring dust.

A large hand covered hers, lifting the bucket effortlessly. She turned her head and saw it was

Declan.

“What do you need?” he asked.

Rosalie didn’t hold back; after all, the food was for everyone.

“Help me pour some water. I need to boil it,” she replied without hesitation.

Declan glanced at her strangely but obeyed.

Once the water was ready, Rosalie poured water and plucked feathers. Declan squatted beside her, saying, “Matriarch, let me do it.”

Generously, she let him. Declan plucked the feathers quickly and cleanly. Seeing the smooth, plucked chicken, Rosalie was pleased.

She moved aside to cut the chicken, while Declan tended the fire. The scene resembled a rural couple going about their day–though it was only an illusion.

Rosalie put the chopped chicken into the pot, added water to cover it, and sprinkled a few spoonfuls of salt. With so many injured at home, a nourishing chicken soup was perfect.

Chicken soup was simple but required half an hour of simmering.

During this time, Rosalie went to gather resources nearby, and she got some cabbage for corn oatmeal.

In the beast world, corn was dried and ground into coarse granules, so it was neither very tasty nor nutritious.

As she left, Declan followed. Rosalie knew he was performing his duty as a beastman: protecting the Matriarch was paramount, even if he hated her.

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“I need to watch the soup. You can go back; I’ll stay nearby and be safe,” she explained.

Declan didn’t argue but called, “Leon, come check the fire.”

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The door of a house opened, and Leon walked to the kitchen. Knowing beastmen had sharp hearing, Declan didn’t need to explain further.

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