The Medallion

About an hour later, a couple of carriages stopped outside of the beast farm. The loud sound of thumping and wheels rolling became silent as the carriages pulled up in front of the farm. The carriages were all loaded with huge chunks of meat in their back, weighing dozens of pounds each. A couple of men jumped off and started to unload the meat. There were grunts and thuds as they hauled the meat out of the carriage and in front of the beast farm. It took them about half an hour before they finished unloading all of it.

After checking if they have unloaded everything, they jumped back on the carriages and took off the same way they came. Soon enough, they were out of Rocky's sight and the sounds of their carriages are fading into the distance. Rocky stared at the pile in front of him in disbelief.

"It cannot be! They just left like that? How will I carry all these meat inside by myself?" Rocky popped his head from the beast farm. In his imagination, being a feeder did not involve such hard labor.

Rocky couldn't help but feel extreme regret. Had he known that this job was like this, he would had asked Marin to transfer him somewhere else. Somewhere mellow perhaps instead of here where he was struggling with the meat. However on the plus side, the beast farm was the only place for him to improve his Magical Evaluation Skill. So despite the great inconvenience, he had to put up with it. He made the decision back then, so he had to see it through. Right now, he had meat to carry. He grumbled and cursed under his breath. Just because he had to do it, doesn't mean he had to like it.

"Fine. I can do it." Rocky sighed. He stomped to the pile and then picked up a piece of meat weighing dozens of pounds and carried it back to the beast farm.

One by one he picked up all of the meat and placed them in the cribs of all spirit-manipulated beasts. He grunted and cursed every time he picked up a meat and carried it all the way to the cribs. After he finished feeding the beasts, Rocky decided to practice his Magical Evaluation Skill. However, just as he was about to begin, a low voice came beside Rocky. "Are you done feeding them?"

Rocky looked up and saw that Sheridan had appeared out of nowhere. He stared at him expectantly.

"Yes, it's all done." Rocky nodded.

He then entered the beast farm to inspect Rocky's work. Rocky waited for him to finish. Rocky was sure that every beast had meat to eat. However, after a moment, Sheridan walked back outside and shouted at Rocky angrily. "All the spirit-manipulated beasts have not eaten a single piece of meat!"

Rocky was stunned. He also walked back into the stable to check and found that all the meat he put there were barely touched. For some reason, all spirit-manipulated beasts did not even bother to look at the meat. It was a strange scenario. Why wouldn't they eat their meat when it was right in front of them?

"What the hell happened?" Rocky felt very strange and wondered if these spirit-manipulated beasts were having a hunger strike just because they did not like him. Was it possible for them to do that? Could they really hold back out of contempt?

crib? All spirit-manipulated beasts like their meal fresh with blood on it. The meat will

and demanding when it came to their food. Uriah, who was much more powerful than they were, was less picky. He would eat just about anything. He blamed Sheridan for this as he

Wash the meat and dip it in pig blood. Do it now." Sheridan waved at Rocky to

a hard stare and turned to do his

wonder he was taking a spirit-manipulated beast at the second grade of three-stars last time I saw him. I think he is quite gifted, bringing up his spirit-manipulated beast well. He might be worthy of my teaching. It is not easy to be

dark when Rocky was able to finish taking care of all the spirit-manipulated beasts. He was sweaty and exhausted, and he definitely needed to freshen up. He felt this job

rule. Be quick with your work and don't get lazy on me. That is it for

out of the military camp for a quick shower in a river nearby. Afterwards, he held Rubygon for a neuron exercise for an hour before he started to cultivate for

he then strolled back to the military camp. He ordered Uriah to look after

beast farm, Sheridan "greeted" him by pointing finger at him while he yelled, "I told you.

had the right to treat him so horribly. He strongly believed that he must

dare you talk back! Don't think for a second that you can get your way simply because you are at the second grade of the Earthly Stage. The way I see it, you are nothing but a rookie." Sheridan smiled at him coldly. He

a rookie, you are less than a rookie." Rocky shot back immediately.

lesson so that you will remember your place in here." Sheridan suddenly picked up a wood from the ground. He skillfully twirled it

about Sheridan starting the fight proactively. Could he be one of the aces? He also did felt weird by his initiation to start a fight using a branch. What was going on his mind? Rocky shook this idea off when he examined his appearance. Sheridan looked nothing like an ace. There

that, would we?" Sheridan brandished his small branch. He did it so fast that Rocky did not

Rocky felt something brushed through his face. He touched his face and there was blood on

and Rocky sensed two