Gavyn hurriedly got up and patted the soil off his body. Then he said with a goofy smile, "Not too long, only a month."
"I've told you that according to your stamina, your hands would not be able to keep up with your brains if you stopped practicing for even 10 days. Do you even listen to me?" Nathan approached coldly. "What have you been doing for the past month? How did you train when I wasn't around you?"
"No, no, sir, I've been practicing. It's me... Ah, I'm sorry, Sir. I went gambling. You know I have this hobby, I..."
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Nathan raised his hand and slapped Gavyn in the face. "You know your body isn't well. Even a week can cause your life to be in danger if your muscles weaken. You can die and no one would care, but who would replace you after you die?"