Time flew quickly and before he knew it, it was already nearing dusk. Rocky had been staying in the room by the lake, and as he was relaxing in the silence, he heard some noise from outside. When he went out, he saw the steward had arrived with a group of workers, and they were pushing several big carts, which were filled with many things. There was a circular stove bigger than those stoves used to refine pills, and it was what Rocky had especially ordered. Besides those, there were also bottles, containers, and other kinds of tools. The two carts in the last row were all wrapped in cloth, but the smell that was coming from it was overwhelming. The workers had scrunched up their noses, and their faces were distorted by their pained expressions as if they were trying very hard not to breathe in the foul air.
Thomas and the workers soon finished pushing several carts out of the building.
"Mr. Rookie, will we carry all these things in?" Thomas asked respectfully once he saw Rocky standing in front of the door.
Rocky nodded, gesturing into his place.
Thomas told the workers to remove the items carefully and motioned for them to put all of it inside his room.
The workers were half-way done when a voice came from a distance. "What's the smell? It's so stinky!"
Since Rocky was standing near his door, he heard it clearly and turned his head. He saw a delicate and beautiful figure who was walking towards them with an arrogant look. Her little face was wrinkled with pride, and her tiny hands were constantly flapping in front of her nose as if she was trying to drive the bad smell away.
"Here you are!" As soon as his eyes laid on her, a bright smile flashed across Rocky's face, and he said, "Thomas, you can leave the rest there, then you can go ahead and go home."
"Aren't we supposed to move all of them in?" Thomas asked, puzzled.
"It's okay. I will handle it." Rocky flapped his hands in a dismissive gesture, and the workers could see that he was determined to send them away.
Thomas knew he had no right to question Rocky's decision, so he just led the workers away.
At the same time, the little girl walked to Rocky, pouted, pointed at him, and said, "You are so arrogant. How could you ask me to come to you in person! Who do you think you are? You don't deserve it."
The only one from the Cao Clan who would dare to speak to Rocky in this tone was Queenie. She was always fearless and unruly.
"I didn't force you to come at knife-point though..." Rocky laughed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Since I'm already here, will you agree to teach me the Beast Curing Skill? If you don't, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" Queenie threatened, waving her delicate fist.
"It's very easy to learn my Beast Curing Skill. As long as you can pass my test, everything will be fine," Rocky said promptly. It seemed like he had fully expected her to ask this today.
"Is that all?" Queenie thought that Rocky would deliberately make things difficult for her, but it turned out that she only needed to pass one measly test. Nothing was difficult for her, given her talent and intelligence, so it was almost a sure deal in her mind.
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