Ten Wooden Crates All Labeled Teaching Aids, Metagross Sorted Only by Weight

The second Basic Partnering Class had only been over for a day when ten wooden crates appeared in front of the shop.

The crates came in all sizes, but their seals were identical. Each white sheet bore the same two words: Teaching Aids.

Xia Che stared at them for a moment. "That certainly saved ink."

Steward Qi, who had delivered the goods, was from the Spirit Hall's General Affairs Office. He stood beside the crates wiping sweat, with two hall staff pushing carts behind him.

"These are all items collected yesterday afternoon," he said. "The Training Hall, Herb Garden, Repair Shed, and your shop each have a share. The original wooden tags were ruined by the rain."

Xia Che looked at the ten identical sheets of paper. "So you delivered ten riddles to my doorstep?"

"Please have Metagross sort them first."

"It knows your warehouse?"

"It has four brains!" Steward Qi said confidently. "It has to be faster than my one."

Xia Che gave him a look. "And what was your one doing just now?"

Metagross rose from beneath the corridor. Its four powerful arms lifted the wooden crates one by one, while its red eyes swept over the boxes, ropes, and seals.

A moment later, the ten crates had been neatly divided into three rows.

The two heaviest were on the left, five medium-weight crates stood in the middle, and the three lightest had been placed on the right. Within each row, they were arranged from tallest to shortest, with even the crate corners perfectly aligned.

Steward Qi's eyes lit up. "That fast? It already sorted them?"

Metagross looked at him.

"The left ones go to the Training Hall, the middle ones to the Herb Garden, and the right ones belong to the shop?"

Metagross did not nod.

"Then