Chapter 411 Shame


    "Beauty, how would you like to ''train'' me?" Daniel asked with a sly grin.


    "Scram! You''re so inappropriate!" Beauty retorted, refusing to continue such an indelicate


    conversation. She was a properdy, after all.


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    By now, Soldier had prepared all ten questions. Beauty examined them and saw, to her irritation,


    that Soldier had included not only addition and subtraction but also multiplication, division,


    equations, and even square roots.


    With a mocking chuckle, she said to Soldier, "You were once a king on the battlefield, now stooping


    to test a hen with suchplex problems. Don''t you feel one bit ashamed?"


    "These are all arithmetic questions. It''s what he agreed upon. If the hen can''t solve them and loses


    to me, the country kid has to kneel and call me ''grandpa!''" Soldier insisted, clinging to his ploy.


    Danielughed confidently. "Rest assured, Soldier, I said this hen is smarter than you, and it


    certainly is! A problem with equations and square roots? Piece of cake!"


    He had to be confident because, in truth, the hen couldn''t solve math problems on its own. Daniel


    used his own draconic abilities to guide the hen''s consciousness and have it write the correct


    answers.


    As soon as Soldier finished presenting his problems, Daniel had all the solutions ready. When it was


    time to calcte, he would simply have the hen write down the pre-determined answers quickly and


    without error.


    Beauty was uneasy, doubting that a hen, no matter how miraculous, could tackle such advanced


    math, nearlyparable to a college-level exam.


    "Country kid, are you really okay with Soldier setting these problems for the hen fighting on your


    behalf?" she asked, giving Daniel a chance to object so Soldier could adjust the difficulty.


    "I''m sure. Soldier''s intelligence can’t match this hen''s, no matter what."


    Still full of self-assurance, Daniel epted the questions, despite their difficulty. Those solutions


    were nothing more than two-digit numbers at most.


    Daniel''s own questions for the hen were simple but their answers were trickier, with some reaching


    eight decimal ces. Any adult with a sound mind could work them out urately, although writing


    down the answers would take a while, certainly longer than it would take the hen.


    Speechless, Beauty red at Daniel skeptically, "You really like the idea of kneeling and calling


    someone ''grandpa'' that much?"


    "Do youck faith in me, Beauty?"


    "Not at all!"


    "You may doubt me, but don''t you dare doubt my hen! It''s a magical chicken among hens, and it can


    definitely crush Soldier''s IQ into dust."


    "If you won''t seize the chances I give you, then I can''t wait to see how you lose, country boy,"


    Beauty dered.


    Under her supervision, Soldier and the hen started solving the arithmetic problems simultaneously.