Interspecies Training Manual

[Training Target: Celia (Elf Race)]

[Constitution: 8] (Endurance, Vitality, Resistance)

[Strength: 8] (Physical strength, explosive power)

[Spirit: 18] (Observation, Insight, Magic Concentration)

Agility: 14 (Reaction, Sensitivity, Speed)

Overall rating: 12

A reward will be given when the overall score reaches 20.

Looking at the information that appeared before him, Luo An continued forward.

He glanced at his own information.

The normal value for an adult is 5, but Luo An failed to meet the standard in all aspects except for mental health.

The reason why his spirit can reach 8 is mostly because he gained magical perception from Celia.

While I was thinking, Celia had already caught up.

The two walked into the forest together.

The forest was dark, with only a few faint rays of morning light filtering through the gaps.

The farm scenery has long since vanished, but Celia's bow remains nocked, her icy blue eyes warily scanning the surrounding woods.

As a slave, the most important thing is to protect the safety of your master.

Influenced by the slave contract, Celia would do this instinctively.

"Master, there are quite a few signs of goblin activity here."

Celia looked at the trail of footprints left on the muddy ground, her fingers tracing the green slime left on the tree bark.

"The horde of goblins that went berserk last night most likely headed for the farm from this direction."

Luo An noticed this as well, indicating that they were heading in the right direction.

Sasha!

A sparse rustling sound came from the woods beside me.

Celia spread her arms and almost instantly drew the bowstring taut, aiming the arrow in the direction from which the sound came.

Four goblins emerged from the crowd, their bodies hunched over, each holding a thick bone club.

Unlike the goblins they had encountered before, whose eyes were bloodshot and who charged wildly, these goblins had dark eyes and looked at the two of them with wary eyes. They instinctively let out threatening roars, but hesitated to go forward.

"These goblins seem unaffected and still retain their fear of danger."

Seeing that it was a low-level goblin in its normal state, Luo An breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's get started."

Four whooshing sounds rang out as arrows flew from their bows and pierced the throats of four goblins.

Dark green blood splattered everywhere as Celia easily killed the goblin.

"Hurry up and peel off the skin; the smell of blood might attract something."

Luo An stepped forward, took out a small knife, and began to cut the skin.

A goblin's pelt can be exchanged for 1 silver coin.

One hundred silver coins are equivalent to one gold coin.

As far as I can remember, the lowest-tier magic stones cost around fifty gold coins.

It's not very realistic to expect to exchange goblin pelts for a magic stone.

"Father left you some money. If you don't kill enough goblins this time, I'll use that money to buy you anti-magic stones."

While searching through the wooden crates yesterday, Luo An found a box containing gold coins.

The box contained 68 gold coins.

It goes without saying that this is what old Bell has worked hard to save up.

Celia didn't speak, but her skinning hand suddenly stopped, and she felt a warmth in her heart.

The owner is truly a very good owner.

Trust level +5%

The sudden appearance of the information startled Luo An.

Can trust levels increase after reaching 100%?

In other words, can one continue to receive rewards by increasing trust levels?

Luo An glanced sideways at Celia, who was engrossed in the conversation.

It seems we need to find a way to increase trust.

The two men skillfully peeled off the goblin's pelt and put it into a cloth bag.

After disposing of the body, Roan and Celia continued deeper into the forest.

The further you go in, the denser the vegetation becomes, and a faint, yet not overly strong, smell of blood permeates the air.

Luo An saw many animal skeletons nearby that had been gnawed and were incomplete.

This must be what those crazed goblins left over.

As he walked, Luo An saw a cluster of pale purple flowers under a tree.

The plant's leaves are green, and its roots and stems are covered in a white frost.

He had seen similar records in the herbal books left by old Bell, but he had long forgotten the specific medicinal properties.

"Celia, look at this."

Luo An pointed to the clump of herbs.

He remembered that Celia had the ability to "identify plants".

Celia crouched down, glanced at it once, and spoke with certainty.

"Master, this is Tradescantia pallida. The powder it makes can treat wounds. It's a common herb in the forest."

"We can collect some of this herb and sell it in shops in the city."

Celia turned to look at a few white herbs next to another tree.

"That's white spirit grass, which can harmonize toxins in the body."

"But the blue hydrangeas there are poisonous. If you accidentally ingest them and don't receive timely treatment, you will die."

Upon hearing this, Luo An uprooted each of the herbs.

Whether it's a good medicine to heal injuries or a deadly poison, it can all be taken to the city to be exchanged for money.

With Celia's help, things are really convenient.

Luo An picked up some branches from the ground and made a simple basket, then put all the herbs inside.

Celia, who was standing nearby, was also busy collecting medicinal herbs.

"Master, I'll carry the basket."

As Celia spoke, she began to carry the basket on her back, a task that slaves were expected to perform.

But Luo An quickly stopped her.

"You're also responsible for keeping watch on the surroundings, so I'll carry the basketball hoop."

"But..."

Celia was about to say something, but Roan picked up the basketball hoop without saying a word.

She could only follow silently behind.

Slaves are obligated to obey their masters' commands, and even if the commands are unreasonable, slaves cannot disobey them.

Otherwise, slave contracts would cause slaves to experience excruciating pain.

When she first signed the slave contract, she had thoughts of rebellion, but the pain was unbearable for Celia.

After that, she completely accepted her fate as a slave.

Looking at the tall but somewhat thin figure in front of her, Celia was increasingly confused about her master.

The two walked along, stopping frequently to pick medicinal herbs whenever they came across them.

By noon, the large basket was already filled with medicinal herbs.

"This place is far enough away from the farm."

Luo An stopped in front of an open space.

The trees were sparse all around, and fallen leaves were scattered on the ground.

There is a clear stream not far away.

Celia looked around but found nothing unusual.

Luo An put down his basket and scooped up some clear spring water from the stream to soothe the dryness in his throat.

He took out the goblin horn and finger bone wrapped in his robes and placed them on the boulder in the center of the clearing.

"If we leave these two things here, it won't be long before the goblins find us by following their scent."

Celia looked at the things on the stone. "We'll leave now, and by the time they come back, it should be almost time to return to the farm."

"Let's go."

Luo An nodded in agreement, but just as he turned around with the basket on his back, a sharp roar suddenly came from the surrounding bushes.

The roar was exactly the same as the goblins that attacked the farm last night.

Celia's expression changed.

The jungle rustled, and small, green figures emerged from all directions, surrounding the two in the middle of the clearing.

Looking around, there were at least thirty or forty of them.

These goblins had bloodshot eyes and thick saliva dripping from their mouths.

Although they were frantic, they didn't pounce immediately, but kept a certain distance.

Soon, the goblins made way for them.

A monster nearly twice the size of a normal goblin emerged.

Its skin is blue, and its body is covered with white, unidentified patterns.

The goblin was dressed in tattered animal skins, wore a necklace made of bones around its neck, and held a bone cane in its hand.

It's a goblin shaman!