Change jobs, pet beast!

By the pool, Jiang Mo sat on a wooden couch, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, as if he were thinking.

Cheng Zhengqi stood there, unsure whether to stand or sit, his eyes filled with a deep sense of helplessness at being trapped in this predicament.

Why isn't this guy leaving yet?

He made it perfectly clear that Jin Chan Tang Chi was facing a dead end.

Why should two newcomers from out of town get involved in this mess? It's unnecessary, really unnecessary...

"If I say..."

After a three-minute silence, Jiang Mo raised his chin, his gaze meeting Cheng Zhengqi's eyes. There was no sharp pressure, only meticulous seriousness:

"I can be promoted to a level 3 bathhouse attendant within a year. Are you willing to take the gamble?"

Cheng Zhengqi's expression suddenly froze.

Did he hear wrong?

Three levels in one year?

Is he on par with his grandfather?

It was as if their bodies were bound by invisible shackles.

Cheng Zhengqi swallowed hard, trying to suppress the helplessness, frustration, and other emotions that had just surged within him.

He took a closer look at the young man in front of him.

Neat, short black hair, clean and refreshing;

Her features are soft yet not weak;

The most eye-catching feature is undoubtedly her pair of light blue pupils, clear and bright, with an inherent sense of elegance;

Besides, his physique was actually quite good, lacking the thinness of a teenager yet without the rudeness of a brute; everything was just right.

"You're at most in your early twenties, right?"

After holding back for a while, Cheng Zhengqi finally spoke, his voice filled with hesitation and disbelief.

"Yes, I'm twenty-three this year."

Jiang Mo, without blushing or panting, added five years to his age.

When you're out and about, you need to learn to define your own identity.

And here comes the opportunity to put it into practice.

"Twenty-three..."

Cheng Zhengqi, unable to conceal the complex emotions on his face, muttered to himself:

"Two years younger than me, already at the peak of Level 2, approaching the Level 3 barrier?"

"If it's true, how could the Great Xiao Dynasty bear to exile such a genius?"

Jiang remained expressionless and unsatisfied, sitting there blankly.

He knew the other party would react this way.

In this world, the Master's "Soul" and the Beast's "Star" are matched one-to-one, but the "Rank" of the Master's Job is not equal to the two.

Level 1 and Level 2 are both Soul Masters.

Only those who advance 3 levels in any of their duties can be given the title of "Master of Two Souls".

but……

When Lao He was young, he was promoted to Level 2 in five years, which made him a little genius.

If he were to advance to Level 3 within eight years, his apparent talent would only be more extraordinary.

With his mind racing, Jiang Mo shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"Zhao Baogang, who bullied you, will take two or three years to break through to the second level of the Soul Realm, while I can do it in a year."

"Perhaps I am the fourth chieftain."

Cheng Zhengqi's smile vanished completely.

His grandfather was also a village chief, and during his prime, his influence was immense.

But that's all in the past.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state now.

He Zhifeng smiled and said:

"Oh dear, this old servant is frail and old, but I am still a Level 2 chef and a Level 1 trainer. I wholeheartedly assist the young master, so I am a force to be reckoned with, am I?"

Although it's unclear why the young master insists on getting involved in the Golden Toad Hot Spring's private affairs.

But how can he remain silent when it's time to stir up trouble?

"But--"

Cheng Zhengqi had a thousand words on his mind, but he hesitated and stammered, "Behind Zhao Baogang, there are two chieftains..."

Jiang Mo asked with a smile, "You should be more familiar with the three major village rules of Kujing Village than I am, right?"

"No fighting is allowed within the village."

"Zhao Baogang only dares to intimidate and bully others, but he hasn't directly attacked you. As his superior, the Second Chief has no reason to jump out and preemptively target you, right?"

"so--"

Jiang Mo changed the subject: "I want to stay in the village, where basic safety is guaranteed."

"As for whether they'll resort to dirty tricks while we're out hunting... that's not a big deal. We don't plan to go out anytime soon, so let's just wait it out."

Cheng Zhengqi lowered his head and remained silent.

Admittedly, his heart was beating exceptionally fast at that moment.

If they really wanted to close down, they would have done so long ago; why struggle until today?

"Of course, risks still exist."

Jiang Mo said frankly, "I'm willing to help you, but the choice is yours; you decide for yourself."

"I……"

Cheng Zhengqi clenched and unclenched his fists, his Adam's apple bobbing, his face full of the distress of being caught in a dilemma.

"Relax, we'll come back tomorrow. Whether it works or not, I hope to hear a definite answer."

Jiang Mo chuckled, patted his shoulder, and got up to walk out the door.

"Woof!"

The troll turned tail and made a quick getaway.

They've been nagging on and on for ages, it's so annoying!

Hurry home for dinner, and while you're at it, check on what the little penguins are up to...

"Young master, is it absolutely necessary to have the golden toad?"

Stepping out of the Golden Toad Hot Spring, He Zhifeng frowned and said solemnly:

"We probably won't have the ability to control the Two Soul Masters in the short term."

Jiang Mo laughed heartily: "Old Crane, don't be nervous. The path of beast taming is never smooth sailing."

"Running a bathhouse, or even competing with another bathhouse, is beneficial to my professional development. It is not my way to easily avoid or give up."

"Besides—"

Jiang Mo switched to lip reading, moving only her lips without making any sound:

"The phrase 'promoted three levels in one year' is a rather euphemistic way of putting it."

"Give me enough customers, a month is enough, that's why I have to work at the bathhouse."

He Zhifeng paused, taking a deep breath.

The young master kept it a secret so well that even he was fooled!

Keep in mind that a year from now, the young master will only be nineteen years old. By then, mastering a level 3 Royal Duty will already make him a prodigy in the eyes of others.

Can the results be achieved ahead of schedule?

Is this what a natural talent is like? Wow!

He Zhifeng was amazed, and his smile never stopped.

However, when he thought of the troublesome people he was destined to encounter, his smile faded and he let out a soft sigh.

"If it were more than ten years ago..."

More than a decade ago, he was a Level 3 chef and a Second Soul Master.

That so-called Second Chieftain dared to provoke the young master, so the only solution is to help him cool down physically.

Jiang Mo glanced briefly at the still empty street and pondered for a moment:

"Don't panic. Since the village has set rules, we should make full use of them."

"In the coming days, I will gradually reveal my 'genius' side and let more people know me..."

Let's also see who else has an exclamation mark above their head.

If the Zhengqi route is no longer viable, then we have no choice but to switch tracks.

Jiang Mo was lost in thought.

Of course, that's a last resort.

Both wishes are at difficulty level 3, but while a private kitchen seems a distant dream, running a bathhouse is within reach.

He felt uneasy if he didn't give it his all.

"That new young master?"

"Hey, I heard Lao Jiang say that this kid somehow got his hands on some tinder honey, and he really got to enjoy it this time..."

While strolling along, he happened to see two middle-aged men, about the same age as Duan Yi, walking together, seemingly preparing to go hunting.

One of them was riding on the back of a "killer ostrich".

Another person is holding a "clawed monkey" in their arms.

They did not deliberately lower their voices.

However, they didn't seem inclined to chat. Instead, they immediately started talking about things like, "That slutty widow from the Ma family went after 65-year-old Grandpa Wang next door yesterday because she was desperate," and "The female Yunxu fat chicken we caught last time has stopped laying eggs and has grown a comb and become a rooster."

Jiang Mo glanced at the burly man on his left, a red exclamation mark receding into the distance, and shook his head slightly.

Potential "prey" are emerging one by one.

Don't be impatient.

I'm going home first. I haven't seen Niwan for two hours, and I miss her terribly.

"Muddy chirp, muddy chirp?"

In their own yard, Mudball was helping Dog Grandpa expand his mud nest.

The original size was a bit small and didn't take into account the food and water bowls, so Dog Master suggested some improvements before leaving the house.

Sure enough, after pulling out the weeds in the spirit field, Niwan came to work, panting heavily. Just as Jiang Mo entered, the work was completed.

"Woof!" (≖‿≖)✧

The trolls moved into their new 2.0 version home and kept nodding in agreement.

Not bad, not bad, the little penguin has a bright future.

From now on, if you follow Master Dog, you'll get all the good food and drinks you need!

Hmm? (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)

The troll suddenly noticed that the less than ten square meters of open space behind the doghouse had also been dug up and planted with several medicinal herbs.

What does that mean?

This is Dog Lord's territory. Who gave you permission to plant flowers and plants?

"Cheep...cheep cheep cheep..."

The little black mud penguin gestured with its hands and feet, occasionally making strange noises like "muddy puddles" and "whimpering," which slightly softened the stern expression on the troll's face.

"Young Master, what did Niwan say?"

He Zhifeng was completely bewildered.

It said…

Jiang Mo paused, then guessed based on his intuition:

"It said that these herbs have a pleasant fragrance that can mask the stench."

"The troll can leave that pile of poop there, then come back and shovel it up, and take it to the backyard to fertilize the fruit trees."

Crane Knows the Wind: (ᯣ_ᯣ)