Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 167

ilaving been thrown into a disadvantageous position, Veronica toppled to the ground Sull holding onto the bottle of wine, she planted her free hand onto the ground and used it to gain momentum to launch a kick at Crayson‘s arm.

Crayson leaned back just slightly. His hand reached out to grab Veronica‘s other leg. Then, as he pushed her forward, he launched a sweeping kick at her.

Having lost her balance, Veronica fell to the ground in a patch of grass.

*Useless! Not even half a year and all the skills I’ve taught you have been thrown to the wind?” Crayson rebuked with a grave face.

“Ouch, that hurts bad.” Veronica sat on the ground and regarded Crayson with a pitiful look. “I just wanted to keep that bottle of wine intact. I wouldn‘t have gone down so easily otherwise, okay?”

“You‘re still an idiot. Don‘t make any more excuses.”

“Geez.” Veronica sighed and scrambled up. She dusted off the grass burrs clinging to her and pouted. “Fine, I was sloppy in my lessons. I‘ll admit that.”

Prior to leaving Cabot Town, Veronica had thought herself stronger than others. She had never seriously studied while under Crayson. After meeting Matthew though, she finally realized that there were others greater than her. She couldn‘t even beat Matthew with her current skills; how could she even go up against Crayson?

Seeing that she was dejected, Crayson swiped the wine bottle from Veronica‘s hand. “Talk. Who‘s been bullying this student of mine? Tell me and I‘ll help you to beat them up to teach them a lesson,” he said as he uncorked it.

start taking my lessons with you seriously, will I still be able to

“Of course.”

“Really?”

to be

you until you‘re finally in the dirt,” Veronica said as

the bottle after uncorking it. Immediately, his face splii into a grin. “Haha, that‘s some good stuff. Veronica, bring me a few more bottles of this in the future as thanks.” With that, he left with the bottle of wine. A few steps later, he stopped in his tracks and turned

still remembers me, at

down to pick up his fish trap. Grinning, he mumbled to himself, “Wine and some nice fish. What a spread, hahaha…” Crayson headed straight to his home, wine bottle in one hand and fish trap in another. He had clearly forgotten about

forgotten about your student here?” she yelled at him from

to glance at her. “You got legs, don‘t you? Can‘t you walk? Don‘t tell me you want an old

there. She stumbled her way over. Picking up the broken basket she

All Veronica knew was that he was called Crayson, and he was good at basket–weaving and woodworking. He was far more skilled than the average person, and he was also a mysterious old man who knew a myriad of martial arts styles. Other than that,

and regarded the wooden house that Crayson lived in. She knew the table was there for his

you like this place, you can stay here with me. I could

house. She surveyed the place where she had grown up. Although it had been half a year since she last saw the inside of Crayson‘s house, she had to admit everything was still in its. place. Nothing had changed. She then took a chair and brought it outside to the yard and sat with Crayson. There, they enjoyed the wine Veronica had

nodded. “That‘s good wine, all right. Soft and silky down the throat, and its aroma is deliciously pleasant. The aftertaste is lovely. Good stuff. When are you going to bring

love your wine, you old coot.

to her hometown. It was so pricey that it made her doubt