Interspecies Training Manual

Intend?

Canon looked worried as he glanced out the window at the dilapidated farm.

"The farm is in this state, so the only option is to rebuild it."

"Over the years, I've accumulated quite a fortune by running the farm. I plan to use half of it to buy some strong slaves from the main city."

He recalled the lord's advice and shook his head helplessly.

"If I really sell the farm and move to the main city, I can't support this whole family on my own."

Canon couldn't help but look at the pregnant woman and her two daughters.

"She doesn't know whether the baby in her belly is a boy or a girl yet. Her first two were girls. If she has another daughter, she has to keep having children until she gives birth to a son to inherit the family business."

The woman lowered her head, touching her round belly, and sighed inwardly at her own lack of virility.

Roan did not comment on Canon's words.

After all, that's how traditional views are in this world.

To put it bluntly, a woman's greatest role is to give birth and satisfy her physiological needs.

"Luo An, from now on, my family will order some Man milk from you every day."

"Man milk is extremely nutritious, it's good for children's health."

Although Canon really wanted a son, she still loved her daughter dearly.

"Okay, I'll have the bull deliver it to you from now on. Uncle Canon can just put the money in the cloth bag it's hanging in."

Luo An agreed, guessing that it was probably Martha who had revealed the milk incident.

It's perfectly normal for her to want to seek help from others and do these things.

"Uncle Canon, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Roan didn't know when Brian's next monster attack would be, but if the farmers still refused to unite, he alone couldn't provide enough support.

"You've experienced firsthand how dangerous today's monster attack was."

"If you were on your own, even if you bought more slaves, do you really think you could handle it?"

Canon has already realized this problem.

He had this idea before, but paid a heavy price for it.

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at the two, Luo An said, "If we really need to deal with monsters that could appear at any time, the nearby farmers can each contribute some manpower to form a patrol team."

"You all have experience serving in the guard regiment and can train the slaves."

"We take turns patrolling the surrounding area on weekdays, so that if any farm is attacked, we can rush to its aid in the shortest possible time."

As soon as she finished speaking, Martha immediately responded, "I agree! My family farm is willing to provide manpower!"

"Luo An, from now on I'll order milk from you every day to supplement the child's nutrition."

Canon glanced at Martha but said nothing.

This suggestion is better than the previous approach of having farmers provide support.

But now people are filled with anxiety, and everyone is thinking about protecting their own territory, fearing that if they send people out, they will encounter accidents.

"When people are in trouble, they all want help, but when others are in trouble, they don't think about being the ones to help them."

Canon sighed and looked at Roan, "I promise you, once we buy the slaves, I'll provide some manpower."

"Whether those farmers who haven't been attacked yet are willing to join is another matter."

"After all, before something happens, everyone thinks that disaster might not befall them. I am a prime example of what that might happen."

He glanced at Martha and said, "Your two slaves are as skinny as monkeys. If you really want to, go to the city and buy a few strong slaves."

"Not only can it bring in training sessions, it can also better meet your needs."

Martha was speechless and could only silently hold her son.

After her husband died, she was no longer as happy as before.

Her eyes flickered. "I...I'll help."

"Uncle Canon explained it clearly to me."

Luo An naturally knew what those farmers were thinking. "I'll go talk to them again tomorrow."

"Those who are willing to join, we can look out for each other; those who are not, I won't force them."

Roan wasn't too worried about Brian's attack; what worried him was the potential large-scale monster attack that might occur after the Goblin Chieftain was elected in half a month.

"Just to be frank, if you're unwilling to join, you won't be of any help when you encounter monster attacks in the future."

"If you prefer to rely on yourself, then go ahead and do so."

The words were quite straightforward, but Canon nodded in agreement.

In some situations, threats can be more effective than kindness.

"Uncle Canon, I'll be going now."

With the matter settled, Luo An didn't plan to stay any longer. "After tomorrow, once we've confirmed who's willing to join, we'll discuss the specifics of how many people each farm will send, the route planning, and personnel training at your farm the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I won't see you off."

Canon was seriously injured and could not even get up on his own, so he had to say goodbye from his chair.

Seeing this, Martha decided not to stay any longer and could go back.

But just as Luo An stepped out of the house, he saw blue smoke rising in the distance.

When Martha saw the direction from which the smoke was rising, the look of relief she had just felt at the formation of the patrol team vanished instantly.

The baby in her arms cried out in pain from her tightening arms, but she seemed not to hear it.

That direction is where her farm is located.

"Luo An, please, could you come with me?"

Martha spoke almost pleadingly.

"certainly."

Roan mounted his bull, not waiting for Martha who hadn't even boarded the carriage yet, and said, "I'm setting off first."

Brian was quite surprised to find that he had launched attacks on two farms in one night.

Martha got into the carriage and urged the slaves to hurry back to the farm.

There was only one slave guarding her farm.

If attacked, it's impossible to hold out.

An idea suddenly popped into her mind without warning.

Martha actually hoped that the monsters would attack other farms.

It doesn't matter whose it is, as long as it's not her farm.

......

In Brian's room at the Lord's Manor.

Rosalie was standing below, reporting on the important information she had gathered over the past ten days.

"Oh? He can use magic?"

Brian, sitting in the chair, looked more interested.

"Are you sure the elves around Roan are free people, and not slaves?"

Although Rosalie did not see the mark on the elf, she was certain of it based on their interaction.

"Master, that elf is definitely not a slave."

Brian suddenly smiled.

To harbor non-slave elves.

This serious crime is enough to warrant Luo An's execution!

"interesting."

Brian stood up, glanced out the window, and said, "This kid's got some skills, and he even has the leisure to support other farms. What's with the showmanship?"

"Can we handle both monster attacks tonight?"

But for Brian, the monster attacks were no longer important.

There are now sufficient and legitimate reasons to reclaim his farm.

At this moment, he was in an excellent mood.

"Rosalie, you did a great job."

Brian walked to the shelf in the corner and took down a brand-new, jet-black stick that had been made just two days ago.

"I told you I'd reward you when I got back, and this was specially prepared for you."

When Rosalie saw the enormous, ridiculously large stick, she froze in shock, a chill running through her body.

She dared not imagine what kind of torture she would suffer under that big stick.

"Come to my room."

Brian, a smile playing on his lips, walked ahead towards the bedroom.

Rosalie stood there, trembling.

But they dared not disobey, so they could only follow behind their master.

He glanced occasionally at the large, thick object his master was holding.

Can her body really withstand such a big black rod?

It's probably going to get swollen...

"Thank you... thank you for the gift, Master."