The Medallion

"Well, doctor. How's his condition?" the attendant in yellow asked indifferently.

"Judging from his pulse, he must have suffered some internal injuries. Moreover, he doesn't seem to be a spirit warrior. It means that the injuries he acquired may actually be too severe that they could take his life. He must be treated as soon as possible if we want to save him," the doctor remarked in a serious tone.

"Humph! This guy has terrible luck. Oh well, that's actually none of our business. Doctor, can't you just give him some sort of medicine? As long as he becomes a little better, we can then report the completion of our task. We actually don't care if he lives or dies afterward. After all, he doesn't have any use to us anymore," the attendant in blue remarked in an annoyed tone.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. It's inappropriate even if he's just from a lower kind of race," the doctor replied hesitantly. As a doctor, he was supposed to carry his duty out no matter who was it that needed his service.

"Come on, it's okay! No one will care about the life of a homeless man. Just do what we say and all of us can move past this," the attendant said as his voice became slightly threatening.

At this point, the doctor seemed to be a bit afraid of the attendants, so he was left with no choice but to agree. Then, he took out a piece of paper and pen from the medicine box, wrote a prescription, and handed it to the two attendants.

"Here. Take it and go to the pharmacy. Ask them to prepare the medicine, boil it, and send it here as soon as possible," the doctor instructed. "See? It isn't that hard," the attendant in blue commented as he took the prescription.

After briefly scanning it, he handed the paper to the attendant in yellow. "Huh? Why are you giving it to me? Just do it. You're the one who took it in the first place," the attendant in yellow complained, strongly refusing to take it.

"Why? It's because you have an old lover in the pharmacy. We can get it done faster that way," the attendant in blue answered with a meaningful smile.

"Don't talk nonsense! It's going to be the complete opposite, you dimwit," The face of the attendant in yellow was obviously flustered when he heard that.

"Just hurry up! If this guy dies and Miss Hannah blames us for it, imagine the consequences. I think that's more scary than facing you ex-lover," the attendant in blue urged as he thrust the paper into the hands of his companion.

The attendant in yellow wore a sour expression as he took the paper and eventually walked out of the room.

At the same time, the attendant in blue kicked Rocky a few times and said, "Hey, brat! Don't die on us or I'll throw you into the woods and feed you to the wild dogs."

like a very weak person that

the attendant smirked and walked out of

decided to sneak out of the storage room,

lady, this place is a property of the governor. Does that mean that the young lady is actually the governor's

at what seemed to be a training ground. He saw at least a hundred young men and women who vigorously practiced their swordsmanship. Each of them exuded strong spiritual aura and

behind him. Among them was a young man in a white robe who questioned him. After all, Rocky was a bit suspicious-looking with his

do for you, sirs?" Rocky quickly asked respectfully. At the same time, he glanced at the three men and perceived that their spiritual power was equivalent to that of the cultivators

look like a member of the Sword Spirit City. What are you doing here and where do you come from?" the man in the white robe asked haughtily. It was pretty obvious that he thought highly of himself and

beast farm and I'm quite new here. That's why I'm not yet familiar with all the places,"

man in white imposed his authority and sneered, "Listen carefully. This is a training ground and those

leave now." Rocky bowed apologetically and turned to leave. He didn't want

that you could leave yet. You're already here, so I guess we can make use of you. It just happens that the three of us need a target for our training. You'll just do nicely," the man in white said as if he was

along for a while since the man didn't seem willing

our swordsmanship, of course," the man in

it be dangerous?" Rocky inquired, putting a fake concern in his

the Sword Spirit City, are much stronger than ordinary cultivators. You're not going to get hurt because we are the elite disciples in this field," the man in white answered confidently

always been a straightforward man. If someone offended him, he wouldn't just stand idly. Since the man in white wanted to take advantage of him, Rocky thought of giving him the taste

found a spot where they could train, the three men glanced at each other and asked Rocky to stand at a designated position

first!" One of the disciples was itching to give it a try. He quickly pulled out the spiritual sword from his back and spun it in the

by it would be easily killed. However, Rocky knew that these three disciples didn't have the intention to kill him. Instead, they would make it seem to really target

them quite effortlessly and planned on retaliating in his own way. Therefore, when he saw the spiritual sword almost hitting him, he slightly shook his hand. His movement