"I believe that you'll be able to do it." Zorion smiled as he yawned.
Ever since he was severely injured the last time, his health had never recovered to its condition in the past. He rarely consulted patients now, and only accepted a few in the morning. Most of the time, he rested on his own.
"Master, you should take a break." Jacob helped him up.
"Okay, sure." Zorion nodded, then walked forward. After a few steps, he turned around and said, "Ever since you left, Rolande has always been cleaning your room.."
Zorion seemed to be giving Jacob a hint. After saying that, he left.
Jacob sighed. He went to the backyard, then walked over to the room he used to live in.
As soon as he opened the door, a refreshing fragrance came from inside the room. He caught sight of a few pots of flowers on the windowsill in his room, and it seemed that they were the sources of the fragrance.