Interspecies Training Manual

Magical affinity?

In that instant, something inexplicable seemed to flow through the meridians within Luo An's body.

He could see rare magical elements floating in the air in his eyes.

What surprised Roan even more was that a C-rank magic could be obtained by reaching a trust level of 75%.

The ordinary farm he owns now is worth only one hundred gold coins.

A complete C-grade magic scroll would cost at least five hundred gold coins at the city's magic guild, and only magicians who had reached a certain level were qualified to purchase it.

"We must raise the level of trust."

Luo An made up his mind instantly.

After applying the ointment, he gazed at the girl's still bewildered and shy eyes.

After finishing the bread, Celia unconsciously licked the bread crumbs off her lips.

She pursed her lips, swallowed, and seemed to still feel a little unsatisfied.

"You rest first, I'll go to the kitchen."

Celia nodded silently as he walked away.

The farm's kitchen was just a simple wooden shed. Luo An found half a bag of wheat flour and a few pieces of dried wild boar jerky.

He was quite skilled at starting a fire, boiling water, kneading dough, and cutting meat.

Half an hour later, a pot of steaming hot meat porridge was ready.

Luo An filled two bowls and carried them towards the hut.

When the door was opened, Celia was still in the same position as before, staring blankly at the wound on her ankle that had been treated.

"It's freshly made, drink it while it's hot."

Luo An handed one of the bowls to her, a casual smile on his face.

Celia pouted as she looked at his face.

He seemed to lack even the greed and malice that she had seen in any of the human men she had ever met before when they looked at her.

"Thank... thank you, Master."

Celia held the bowl in both hands, sipping the porridge with her cherry lips.

This was the first time the tribe had tasted hot porridge with the aroma of meat since the attack.

Celia couldn't help but feel that it was a fantasy for a master to cook for a slave.

"Just call me Luo An." Luo An took a bite of the porridge and realized what he meant.

"You are my master."

Celia shook her head, having long since accepted her status as a slave. "My master and the humans I've ever met are all different."

Luo An didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just drank the porridge.

He just thought about it for a moment.

If I could obtain a C-rank magic, I wouldn't want to sell the farm and move to the city.

Whether the lord's promise would stand after Old Bell's death is unknown, but the farm would certainly only fetch a very low price.

Even if he were to enter the guard camp for training, with Luo An's thin and weak physique, it would be impossible for him to become a guard.

Life might be better on a farm.

"You don't need to live here anymore. There are spare rooms on the farm, which aren't great, but the environment is better than here."

Roan looked at Celia, "Your status is still that of a slave, but I will not treat you as one."

Having lived in a country without slavery in her previous life, even knowing that slaves in this world are the private property of their masters, Luo Anzhen still found it difficult to treat a living person as an object to be used at will.

Celia's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

The porridge in the wooden bowl was steaming. Her nose tingled, and she lowered her head, sipping the porridge slowly. Crystal tears dripped into the bowl.

Trust level +10%

Trust level +10%

[When the trust level of the trainee reaches 75%, obtain the C-rank magic - Fireball.]

[Unlock the trainee information panel]

A series of messages appeared in my mind.

The method of casting the fireball spell, the details of how the magic works, and how to control the power of the magic were all engraved in Roan's mind.

At the same time, various pieces of information about Celia appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Celia Ermin]

Race: Elf

[Status: Malnourished, Sensitive, Injury Recovery Period, Magic Banned]

[Talents: Magic Affinity (A), Natural Communication (A), Archer's Focus (B), Extra-long Vision (B), Night Vision (B), Lucky One (C)]

[Skills: Basic Archery, Basic Magic, Basic Plant Identification]

When trust reaches 100%, a C-rank spell can be upgraded to a B-rank spell, and an advanced development path will be unlocked.

Luo An hadn't expected Celia's talent to be so exaggerated, with two of her skills reaching A-level.

She not only knows magic, but also archery, and can help if there is danger.

Just then, a sharp cry came from outside.

Luo An put down the wooden bowl in his hand, walked out of the hut, and looked at the vast night outside the farm.

The voice was hoarse and shrill, getting closer and closer.

That's the sound of a goblin!

Luo An's expression changed instantly.

Dozens of green goblins appeared on the edge of the farm, outside the wooden fence.

They held scimitars and stone axes, their sharp eyes gleaming with a scarlet light.

The goblin horde rammed their bodies against the fence, roaring incessantly.

Luo An instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Goblins are the lowest-ranking creatures in the forest. They are timid by nature and will hesitate to attack even a lone traveler they encounter.

For some reason, this kind of thing, where groups rush out of the forest and frantically attack human farms, happens inexplicably every now and then.

Click!

With a loud crash, the long-neglected fence was smashed open by the goblin horde, leaving a huge hole.

Dozens of green-skinned monsters charged toward the main house.

Roan picked up an iron sword from the courtyard and engaged in combat with the goblin charging at the front.

The stone axe clashed with the iron sword, causing Luo An's arm to tremble.

His body was too weak; in close combat, he couldn't even handle a berserk goblin.

The goblin grinned, revealing black and yellow fangs covered in slime, and swung its axe down.

call out!

An arrow flew through the air and pierced the goblin's forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

Green blood splattered, the goblin let out a scream, and collapsed dead.

Luo An turned around and looked towards the doorway.

Celia held the bow in her left hand and nocked an arrow in her right, focusing intently on the charging goblins. With a flick of her wrist, she released another arrow.

Every arrow hit the goblin precisely; not a single arrow missed its mark.

Celia's night vision and long-range visual abilities were put to full use at this moment.

"Keep shooting!"

Luo An shouted and silently recited the incantation for the fireball spell.

Since close combat is ineffective, let's switch to ranged combat.

The magic flowed through his body, gathering in his palm along the meridians.

A scorching fireball took shape in his palm.

"go!"

A fireball shot out from his palm and exploded on a goblin.

Fireball after fireball, carrying intense heat, bombarded the goblin horde, charring their flesh and sending screams of agony echoing throughout the farm.

Celia was surprised that her master could cast spells, and that his magic power was so abundant.

But she had no time to be distracted; her eyes were glued to the goblins' movements, and she fired arrows at the goblins that dodged the fireballs.

The two worked side by side, and although it was their first time cooperating, they showed great chemistry.

After a long time, the last goblin was blasted in half by Roan's fireball, and the farm returned to peace.

Luo An's magic was nearly exhausted; he knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

If it weren't for the fireball spell he just acquired and Celia's archery skills, he would probably have followed in old Bell's footsteps tonight.

He was relieved to find that the magic was much more powerful than he had imagined.

Luo An recalled that his own magical affinity and Celia's were both A-level.

Perhaps the talent acquired is closely related to the person being trained?

"Master, are you alright?"

Celia put down her bow and arrows, quickly came to his side, her eyes filled with worry.

"I'm fine, thanks to you."

Luo An waved his hand.

This operation increased trust by another 10%, which is a pretty good result.

He found it very strange.

Goblins are cowardly creatures, and they should have fled when they saw their companions dying one after another, but this time they did not hesitate at all and continued to attack.

"Master, something's wrong with these goblins."

Celia frowned as she looked at the goblin corpses scattered all over the ground.

"There seems to be something attracting them to this farm."