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?

go into the crib? All spirit-manipulated beasts like their meal fresh with blood on it. The meat will not be fresh after being cut up and delivered. It is our job to re-fresh the meat up," Sheridan said

and demanding when it came

you waiting for? Wash the meat and dip it in pig blood. Do it now." Sheridan waved at Rocky to rush him as he saw that he was just

gave him a hard stare and turned to

have thought that he could be a spirit manipulator at the second grade of the Earthly Stage. No 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 a spirit manipulator who can unleash the true potential of his spirit-manipulated beast. In the entire northeast military camp, only Marin was a little gifted. The rest have no talent at all except for this one," Sheridan murmured to himself while examining Rocky. He definitely emitted a

taking care of all the spirit-manipulated beasts. He was sweaty

will have to obey my rule. Be quick with your work and don't get lazy

left the beast farm. He then took Uriah and Rubygon 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

of Dark Heaven Insects. After making sure that they were okay, he then strolled back to the military camp.

him by pointing finger at him while he yelled, "I told you.

No one had the right to treat him so horribly. He strongly believed that he must have done something in the past that pissed Sheridan off. Otherwise Sheridan had no reason

The way I see it, you are nothing but a rookie." Sheridan smiled at him coldly. He felt that he

you are less

place in here." Sheridan suddenly picked up a wood from the ground. He

an old man." Rocky frowned as he felt a bit strange 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 was no way he could be one.

He did it so

Rocky felt something brushed through his face. He touched his

times and Rocky sensed two thin spiritual aura coming straight for