Chapter 2126 Beggars Cannot Be Choosers


    Meanwhile, Pascal and his son were enjoying their lives in Kusch Monastery.


    They were living like kings. After all, Yosef had many devoted believers who would do anything they


    were asked to.


    It delighted Sherman.


    “Dad, say, do you think Jared is going to find his way to Kusch Monastery?” Sherman asked Pascal.


    "Who cares? If he doesn''t dare toe, we''ll get Yosef to take a trip to Jadeborough to force him


    out of hiding,” Pascal said with a sneer.


    “Mr. Jenkins is amazing. Not only does he have so many disciples, but he even has so many


    believers. He''s truly enjoying himself every day while working on his cultivation. Cultivating in faith


    energy is far more convenient than looking for resources all over the area. I wish I could be


    someone like Mr. Jenkins,” Sherman jealously muttered.


    "Pfft! Do I look like I''m going to let my technique die out? All you need to do is study from me from


    now on,” Pascal uttered as he shot Sherman a re.


    “I won''t do that. So what if I learned your weapon-refining technique? At the end of the day, we still


    got beaten up and chased off by Jared. We lost everything! Ultimately, we had to get Mr.


    Jenkins to help us out. The weapon-refining technique is too lousy, and I''m not going to be a


    weapon refiner!” Sherman cried out, shaking his head.


    "What do you even know? If I can refine a high-quality martial item or something even better than


    that, I''ll be able to destroy the entire martial arts world with one swing of my weapon, let alone a


    mere Jared Chance! Even the guys at the secret realm will tremble in fear when they see me!” Pascal


    berated loudly.


    "Stop bragging. Let''s talk about this again when you actually refine something good.”


    Not wanting to waste his breath on his father, Sherman stood to leave.


    Right then, Yosef came over.


    Immediately, Sherman hurried over to butter Yosef up. “Mr. Jenkins, is there anything I can help you


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    Sherman was even nicer to Yosef than his own father.


    Even though Pascal was ufortable with the way Sherman acted, a beggar could not be a


    chooser.


    "Yosef, is there anything I can help you with?” Pascal queried.


    “There are signs of a breakthrough in my current power level, so I''ll have to go into solitary training


    for the process. Just stay here and make yourself home. I''ve already made arrangements for


    everything,” Yosef said to Pascal and his son.


    "What? Mr. Jenkins, you''re going into solitary training? What if Jaredes after us? I don''t think


    we''ll be able to beat him.”


    The worry was visible on Sherman''s face.


    Jared had frightened him.


    “Don''t worry, Sherman. I''ve already told one of my good friends about this, so he''ll be guarding


    Kusch Monastery while I''m in my training. If Jared dares toe, he''ll never leave this ce alive,”


    Yosef assured.


    “Mr. Jenkins, how powerful is your friend? Jared''s not a weak man; he''s an advanced-phase Martial


    Arts Saint at the very least.”


    Sherman was still worried—he was scared that Yosef''s friend would not be a match for Jared


    Right as Sherman said that, he heardughter behind him. A plump man in a monk robe then came


    in.


    "Hahaha! Boy, are you doubting my capabilities?”


    The air in the room turned tense upon the monk''s appearance.


    Caught off guard, both Pascal and Sherman fell to the ground from the pressure.


    “Alef, these two are my junior and his son, so stop it,” Yosef said to the plump monk.


    “Hahaha! Yosef, your junior and his son are weak! No wonder you asked me toe!”


    As Alefughed, he stopped exerting the pressure on them.


    Both Pascal and Sherman turned shamefully red in the face upon hearing that.


    “Pascal focuses on the technique of weapon refinement, so he''s not as good inbat. But you


    won''t be able to beat him when ites to weapon refinement,” Yosef said, salvaging Pascal''s


    dignity.


    “All right, let''s not talk about that anymore. You know how it goes. A babe a day. I don''t want the


    mediocre ones—I want the beautiful ones,” Alef said, shrugging.


    “Don''t worry. I''ve already prepared some for you,” Yosef reassured.