Interspecies Training Manual

Trust level +5%

Luo An was delighted to see the message that appeared before him as he stepped out of the room.

5% may not seem like much, but any improvement makes a difference.

This is equivalent to a crack appearing in Elena's closed heart.

With this small opening, she was willing to think about questions such as "Why is this human different from others?" Then everything that followed would develop naturally.

Luo An believed he had the ability to completely open her heart and gain Elena's trust.

Raising trust to 50% or even higher is not difficult.

"Master, is Elena alright?"

Celia was quickly clearing the table when she heard the door close. She turned around and asked.

"She finished it all; there wasn't a single drop of porridge left in the bowl. She must have been starving."

Luo An turned the bowl upside down and joked, "You drank it even cleaner than when you first drank porridge."

"Later, bring her another bowl of porridge."

When Celia heard her master recounting past embarrassing incidents, she gave him a resentful look.

"Master is mean, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Luo An just smiled and patted her little head.

Celia has changed a lot, from being extremely respectful to him to now getting a little angry at his words.

This is the result of being honest and open.

"These next few days, just talk to her whenever you have free time. Don't have any ulterior motives or try to persuade her of anything. Just chat casually."

Celia's mood improved considerably after being touched.

She was unaware of her master's intentions.

Perhaps it was to make Elena feel that this place was different from other places, so that she could truly let down her guard.

"It's a wonderful thing for Elena to be brought back by her master and become his slave."

Celia had always felt this way; being able to follow her master was such a blessing.

Luo An shook his head upon hearing this.

"She is not my slave yet."

Celia was taken aback. "But Elena has the mark of a slave on her."

"She is an unclaimed slave, and I don't want to force her."

Luo An also took care of Celia's feelings.

"If it weren't for my father's wishes, I wouldn't have forced you."

He knew better than anyone that the slave mark etched on Elena's body was not so easy to erase.

In the Empire, an unclaimed orc will only suffer a worse fate than a marked slave.

Elena has no choice but to live as a slave now; she has no other options.

But forcing her to acknowledge a master and her willingly staying are two different things.

If it's the former, then Luo An doesn't need to think about increasing trust anymore; only the latter can raise trust.

Seeing that Celia was confused, Roan didn't intend to explain to her.

After all, respecting the slaves' choices was still too much for her to handle.

"I'm going out for a bit, so you can keep Elena company and chat with her."

Roan still remembered what he had heard from the goblin chieftain yesterday.

"We also need to inform the farmers so they can take precautions."

The attack initiated by the goblin tribe is not on the same scale as Brian's deliberate manipulation of scattered monsters to attack the farm.

If not handled properly, it could lead to serious problems.

"I understand, Master, please take care."

Luo An walked to the shed, but the milk-delivering ox had not yet returned, so he rode his horse on his way.

I visited four farms in a row, but the farm owners were not there.

Only after asking the slaves on the farm did they learn that their master had taken the money to the main city to sell strong slaves.

Luo An calculated that it would take at least two days to make a round trip to the main city, so it was normal that he hadn't returned yet.

He then went to Grant's farm.

Grant has begun training the twenty slaves he bought on the farm.

"Uncle Grant, yesterday I was in the forest..."

Roan told him about the frequent encounters with goblins in the forest.

Upon hearing this, Grant's expression turned serious.

"You mean, those green-skinned bastards are likely to attack the farm again?"

Luo An nodded, telling him to be careful, and then headed off to other farms without lingering any longer.

When passing by the two farms that had not participated in the formation of the patrol team, Roan said nothing.

He deeply understood the principle that "people can't teach you everything, but you can learn it quickly by doing something."

He continued to other farms.

Besides Grant, there were only two other plantation owners with a slightly larger number of slaves.

Luo An told them what he had said and advised them to be careful.

Before leaving, he also said that the patrol team that was about to be formed needed to be completed as soon as possible.

It would be best to wait for Canon and the others to return before starting training and patrolling the area regularly to prevent attacks from monsters that might appear at any time.

Since it concerned the safety of their own farm, the two nodded in agreement.

......

While Roan was busy preparing for the impending crisis, a completely different scene unfolded at the lord's manor.

Levens' room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, alcohol, and a strange odor.

Linor lay sprawled on the carpet, her body covered in wounds of varying depths, her eyes filled with numbness.

She looked at the bite marks on Levins' chest and crawled over, trembling.

"Master, when do you plan to go to that farm in the countryside?"

Levins, swirling a wine glass in his hand, wore a smug smile and used his foot to lift her chin. "Linole, why are you in more hurry than I am?"

"I...I was only thinking of my master."

Linor was already impatient. "Wasn't Master quite interested in that elf back then?"

"I did a pretty good job inspecting the territory this time. My father is very satisfied with me and has promised that he will not send anyone to accompany me when I go out next time."

Levins took a sip of red wine, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, we'll go tomorrow. He's just a lowly commoner, yet he has an elven slave by his side."

He remembered the way the elf looked at Roan; it was nothing like the way a slave looked at his master.

He wanted to show that elf what a slave should look like.

"Master! You must bring that elf back."

A glimmer of light appeared in Linor's numb eyes as she climbed up his leg, a fanatical smile on her face.

"Celia is my best friend! I don't want to be separated from her!"

"Bring her back, and we'll take good care of you together, okay?"

Linor felt nauseous just looking at Celia's happy face.

Why should she be able to enjoy happiness as a matter of course, while I am so miserable?

Linor only wanted to drag that elf into the same hell as her.

"Celia? That elf is your friend?!"

Looking at her like this, Levins burst into laughter. No wonder Linor was in such a hurry.

But if they were truly friends, would she not want them to be doing well, but instead want to drag them down with her?

"Yes, Master, you must let her come and keep me company."

Linor was thrilled; the moment she had been dreaming of was finally here.

"I miss her so much, I think about her every night, and I can't wait to see Celia."

The thought of Celia suffering the same torment as her filled Linor with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring that elf back."

Levins reached out and stroked her cheek, then forcefully pressed her head down.

Linor is a truly dark woman.

This is clearly just jealousy.

But it didn't matter; Levins liked these ruthless slaves.

In his view, Linor was the only slave who had endured so much torture yet still retained that "unyielding" spirit.

"Linole, you're so to my liking, how could I bear not to fulfill your needs?"