“Little monk!”
Paintaker emerged from his room and put his hands in prayer, then he approached Mozart. “Mr. Larson.”
Some of the cheekier girls took interest in Paintaker the moment he showed up.
Their eyes shone, and they quickly went over to him. “My, aren’t you handsome.”
They tried to rub his head, but before their hands could touch him, Paintaker drifted backward like a phantom. His legs weren’t even moving, and yet he moved backward anyway.
That was one of Temple of Youngwoods’ techniques, Feather’s Flight.
“Ladies, please…” Paintaker put his hands in prayer and bowed.
Yet his blushing and refusal only piqued the ladies’ interest more.
Just when they were about to go ahead and pat his head again, Paintaker backed off, and to everyone’s surprise, leaped onto the wall and jumped onto the roof.
That was yet another technique, and it went by the name of Lizard’s Prowl.
Albert was surprised that the usually soft-spoken monk had these skills.
‘They mean him no harm. Just wanted to tease him because they think he’s cute. I shouldn’t scold them…’
“Alright, that’s enough.” He then asked the monk, “So how goes your research of the Reconstruction Pill?”
“I’ve figured out the gist of it, but I haven’t made it myself. I’m not sure if I can recreate it…“
Albert nodded.
‘I expected no less from him.’
If Albert didn’t know Christopher, even though he needed a few days to figure out how the pill worked, the monk had already mastered it on the same day.
The other contestants wondered what they were talking about, though they could guess that Albert had taught the monk about the workings of his pill. However, what Albert said next surprised them.
“Good. Tell them what I told you. Once they know how the pill works, their master should get off their backs.”
“Of course, Mr. Larson,” Paintaker leaped off the roof and landed gently on the ground.
The contestants were bamboozled. They couldn’t believe Albert would share the workings of the Reconstruction Pill with them.
When they snapped out of it, these contestants bubbled with excitement. They wanted to thank Frank, but he was already gone.
Albert had sneaked out of the courtyard and sought out the receptionist. When he told her that he was buying something to cook, the receptionist’s eyes shone.
‘He’s handsome, a talented doctor, and he knows how to cook? l want to marry him so badly!’
She kept that thought to herself, of course.
Albert followed her lead and bought two big bags of food back with him.
When he came back, the contestants were already immersed in the lecture Paintaker was giving. None of them realized he was there.
Time passed, and night descended. Eventually, the lecture came to an end. Just when the contestants were about to focus on the lessons they were taught, the lad from Valley of Herbs sniffed the air.
His focus on the earlier lecture took a lot out of him, and now that he had taken a whiff of the aroma of food, his stomach started to rumble.
“Something smells good. Someone’s cooking…”
His interjection broke everyone’s train of thought.
They looked around and saw a ton of food laid out on the table in the courtyard, and then Albert emerged from the kitchen.
