Interspecies Training Manual

"Bind!"

[Binding successful! Training target: Elena (Orc)]

[Gained Elven racial talent, Robust Physique (B): Physical attributes are enhanced, possessing greater physique and strength]

[Current trust level is 50%. When the trust level reaches 75%, you will obtain a C-level physical skill and unlock the training target panel.]

The moment the binding was complete, Luo An felt a warm power flow through his entire body.

His muscles and bones seemed to have undergone a restructuring, making a "crackling" sound.

"I...I have injuries, and when I moved, my bones were cracking."

To ease the awkwardness, Luo An made up an excuse and even started doing some simple physical exercises.

He also discovered that his constitution and strength stats on his character panel had both increased by 3 points.

Although the attribute increase is only 3 points, the actual changes to the body are much more obvious.

"No wonder the orcs are so powerful in battle."

Luo Anke still remembered that the werewolf hadn't died immediately after being hit by a powerful fireball, and had even managed to survive for a while.

"Master...Master."

Elena recovered from the burning pain of recognizing her master; her limbs were weak, and her drooping cat ears twitched slightly.

Before she could button up her clothes, a warm hand landed on her head.

Luo An's movements were very gentle, stroking her soft hair, just like he had done to Celia before.

He wondered if Elena would like it too, so he gave it a try.

"Hmm..."

Elena let out a murmur, her body tense, even her cat ears taut.

This feeling is so strange.

This was the first time in her life that a human had gently stroked her head.

The unfamiliar touch made her feel uncomfortable all over, but she didn't dislike it; her body didn't resist it at all.

Just as she was at a loss, a hand above her head suddenly moved and gently pinched her soft, chubby little fingertips.

"Um..."

A soft voice escaped from Elena's lips uncontrollably. She instinctively grabbed the edge of the bed, her body so weak she almost collapsed to the ground.

Her cheeks were burning red, and her tail was taut in a straight line.

"Master...Master, this is a sensitive area, you can't touch it like that."

With that gentle pinch, Elena felt as if her bones were going to go numb, and she felt an electric shock all over her body.

If he keeps touching her, she's afraid she'll feel so good she'll faint.

"Sorry, I don't know."

Luo An noticed Irene's unusual behavior and quickly withdrew his hand.

After finding out, he stopped touching her casually.

Elena quickly shook her head, blushing as she buttoned up her clothes, her little tail wagging behind her.

Actually, if it's just touching her head, she still wants her owner to keep touching her.

I'm just too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Celia, who was standing nearby, saw all of this.

She was initially happy that Elena had become her master's slave, but gradually, the corners of her upturned mouth drooped down.

Looking at Elena's flushed cheeks and her master's gentle movements, a strange emotion suddenly welled up in her heart.

Her owner used to only touch her.

Now that Elena is here, will Master touch her less often?

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it.

Celia immediately leaned forward, grabbed Roan's wrist, looked up at him with a smile, and said in a pitiful tone, "Master, I want to touch it too."

Luo An didn't think much of it, assuming that seeing Elena being touched made her want to be touched too.

Celia's hair is slightly different from Elena's; it feels softer and smoother to the touch.

"Our Celia can touch me as long as she wants."

Celia closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of her master's palm, and the unease in her heart gradually dissipated.

This time it was Elena's turn to watch from the sidelines.

She can't yet do that kind of natural behavior of making demands of her owner.

"If only one day she could be like that with her master."

As Elena thought this to herself, her tail inexplicably began to wag.

Just then, a very soft groan came from the bed.

Linor's eyelids twitched slightly, then her fingers moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were dazed, her gaze lingering on the unfamiliar ceiling for a few seconds as she tried to recall what had happened.

"Linole, you're awake!"

Upon seeing this, Celia's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly approached the bedside.

Before her hand could even touch Linor, she was pushed away by the other person.

"Don't touch me!"

Linor's voice was stubborn as she looked coldly at Celia, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

Celia didn't understand why she was looking at her like that.

"How are you feeling? Does the wound still hurt?"

Celia pretended not to care and asked with concern, "You were badly injured. I used healing magic and herbs to treat your wounds."

"Why...why did you save me?"

Linor's chest heaved violently, aggravating her wounds and causing her to break out in a cold sweat, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain, hysterically shouting questions.

"Why can't I just die like this?"

"You saved me out of pity for this lowly slave, out of compassion or charity?"

"Do you think that if you saved me, I would be so grateful that I would kneel down and call you my benefactor?"

Celia was stunned, completely unexpected that things would turn out this way after Linor woke up.

She couldn't understand why Linor harbored such strong hostility and deep disgust towards her.

"I just..."

"I hate you!"

Linor interrupted her, gritting her teeth, and tried to sit up, her weak body straining against the pain from her broken bones and the blood seeping from her bandages. But she stubbornly used her hands to support herself, trying to sit up.

"Don't move around, your injury hasn't healed yet."

Celia quickly went to help her up.

"Don't touch me!"

Linor pushed her hand away again, looking at Celia with eyes filled with jealousy, resentment, and hatred.

"Why...why?"

Celia's little hands were red from being slapped. Looking at Linor, who was almost obsessed, she couldn't understand why she was doing this.

"No reason!"

Linor tried to stand up, but her body couldn't support her, and her legs gave way as soon as they touched the ground, causing her to fall forward.

However, Celia stepped forward and supported her.

"Let go!"

Linor struggled frantically, but couldn't break free.

"Celia, I don't need your help."

Linor lowered her head, letting the blood flow down the bandage.

"I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much, but I can't ignore your injury."

Celia really didn't understand, and forcibly pinned Linor to the bed.

"I just hate you!"

The more Celia showed her this caring expression, the more distressed Linor felt, as if she were suffering endless torment.

"We were both slaves, so why are you living such a happy life?"

"Why is it that you are treated like a precious gem, while I am treated like a plaything, wantonly humiliated by my master?"

The way Roan protected Celia was a stark contrast to the way she was trampled into the mud by Levins.

The scene that fascinated her never appeared!

"I'm jealous of you, I'm so jealous of you!"

Linor made no attempt to hide her emotions, letting them all burst forth.

"You know what? I sent Levins to you because I couldn't stand seeing you doing well!"

I want to tear your happiness apart!

Seeing the surprise in Celia's eyes, Linor smiled.

"Now, do you hate me? Do you think I'm despicable? Do you regret saving me?"