"What are you talking about? Is that some special joke from your hometown?"
Craterus raised an eyebrow.
"In any case, the Xuan Feng people truly need to find a new way forward. Staying stuck in their ways will only lead the younger generation to ruin."
"Enough."
"I'll go settle accounts with that brat first. If there's a chance, we can discuss this in greater detail later."
Watching Craterus leave, Yan Huan looked at the gardener.
"Other than fighting, are there any other jobs that make decent money?"
"There are..."
The gardener nodded.
"Lord Yan Huan, I wonder if you've heard of several things most essential to human survival."
"Strength, wisdom, hope..."
"For instance, in present-day Okhema, the Chrysos Heirs and the oracle represent hope, while strength and wisdom are also held in the hands of heroes."
"Work is the same. You either sell your labor or sell your brains."
"You mean... you want me to teach the Chimera how to read?" Yan Huan blinked.
"But I haven't even graduated from Origami University yet. Does Grove of Epiphany still take students? Could you let me polish my credentials a little..."
"There's no need to make things so complicated."
The gardener said gravely:
"There are relevant commissions, such as... looking after children, purchasing supplies, or researching information..."
"As the difficulty rises, so will the rewards."
"Then forget it."
Yan Huan sounded rather helpless.
"Having them train their bodies and learn a few moves for self-defense and fighting at least won't require too much thinking."
"Learning all sorts of miscellaneous knowledge doesn't suit them."
Whenever he was bored on the train, Yan Huan sometimes watched movies.
Some of them featured humans teaching knowledge to nonhuman creatures, helping them gain intelligence, only to be betrayed by them in the end.
Put nicely, the Chimera