Interspecies Training Manual

The morning light pierces through the darkness.

When Luo An opened his eyes, he was momentarily dazed.

I slept from yesterday afternoon until now.

"I haven't slept this long in a long time."

After getting up and dressing, Luo An prepared to go to the shed to milk the cows.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw two figures busy around the bull.

Celia was teaching Elena how to milk a baby.

Elena's cat ears would tremble from time to time due to nervousness, and her hands were very restrained as she listened attentively.

The white milk gushed into the wooden tub, which Elena found amazing.

The tiny head of the baby can produce so much milk.

After all the procedures were completed, the bull ran out of the farm and began its daily routine of delivering milk.

"Master, you're awake?"

Celia noticed the gaze behind her, turned around, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Please go back to your room and wait a moment."

Celia walked toward the kitchen.

"Your master slept soundly yesterday, so I didn't disturb you. You haven't eaten all day, so you must be very hungry. I'll make extra breakfast today."

"it is good."

Luo An walked into the room and sat down.

Not long after, Celia and Elena came in together carrying breakfast.

During the meal, Celia brought up Linor's situation.

"Master, when I went in yesterday, Linor looked at me without saying a word."

"During the treatment, she kept her eyes closed and did not resist. She remained quiet throughout the entire process."

Luo An nodded as he swallowed a mouthful of bread.

It seems that Linor has taken a lot of what I said to heart.

"Were any farms attacked last night?"

He inquired about something else.

"I didn't see any thick smoke rising, so nothing should have happened."

Celia had been watching the surrounding sky and told her master.

Luo An hummed in agreement and continued eating his breakfast.

It seems that monster attacks don't always target their area.

I wonder which place has been attacked by monsters again.

Thinking of that goblin tribe inevitably brings a sense of pressure.

Roan hoped that Brian could resolve this problem.

This happened within his territory, and as the lord, he couldn't possibly ignore it.

Brian must be extremely worried after receiving so many letters about monster attacks.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from the courtyard.

Looking through the window, Roan saw Grant riding in on horseback. He quickly finished his bread and went outside.

"Luo An, good news."

Grant dismounted, a smile on his face.

"Yesterday, as we had agreed beforehand, I visited each of the other farm owners, and they all agreed to each provide 10 slaves."

"The current patrol team has expanded to a size of 80 slaves."

This news did not surprise Luo An.

Yesterday, Grant and Canon confidently assured each other that they would get those people to agree no matter what, so there was no reason to worry.

He didn't care what method they used, as long as they agreed.

"Increasing the number of people is a good thing, as it will allow for better patrolling of the farm."

Grant smiled and responded.

"Of course! I also selected a few good slaves to serve as captains of ten-man squads, and they're currently training on the farm."

"However, there's one more thing I need to trouble you to do by coming to the farm with me."

Grant then changed the subject.

"Those two farmers who were unwilling to contribute manpower to form a patrol team suddenly came to me yesterday and asked if I could get them to join now."

Luo An's expression became subtle.

As he expected, after suffering a loss, the two farmers naturally came knocking on his door.

"Their farm suffered heavy losses from the goblin attack, and seeing how quickly our patrols were expanding, they decided to join us."

Grant considered the number of goblins and felt that having more manpower was always a good thing, so he didn't refuse outright.

"I made arrangements with everyone yesterday, and we'll come to my farm today to discuss this matter."

"Whether or not to let them in is a decision we all need to make together."

After listening, Luo An went into the shed and led out the horse.

The risk of a massive goblin attack is looming, and only a fool would stand guard alone.

"Let's go over and hear what everyone has to say."

......

Grant Farm.

When Roan and Grant arrived, all the farmers were there except for Stevin, who had not yet returned.

"Let's begin."

Grant took his seat.

"I've called everyone here today for just one thing."

He looked at the two people sitting on his left.

"Eric and Kieran want to join the patrol. Does everyone agree?"

Hunter spoke first, his tone somewhat sarcastic.

"Joining isn't out of the question, but when we first formed the patrol team, each family contributed five people, and now it's ten."

"They only thought of joining after they suffered a disaster, so they definitely can't do what they agreed on before."

The other farmers shared similar thoughts with Hunter, all believing that the two of them needed to contribute more personnel to the patrol team.

As for the number of people, some say thirty, others say forty!

Eric and Kieran listened to the noisy discussion with obvious discomfort.

Isn't this obviously an attempt to rip them off?

"I admit I didn't think things through before."

Eric couldn't take it anymore and said, "The monsters are causing a lot of trouble right now. Every extra person helps. We all live in the same area, why make things so difficult for us?"

The patrol team needs strong slaves, and each one costs 3 gold coins.

Even if we take the minimum of thirty people, it would still require 90 gold coins.

His farm still needs manpower; where would he get so many slaves?

Do you really think they're easy targets?

"If you don't want us to join, you don't need to make these demands. We can just leave."

Kieran has a bad temper and hardly interacts with other farmers, so there's no need for him to put up with this.

The atmosphere on the farm became somewhat tense for a moment.

"Let's talk this out... let's talk this out."

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Martha quickly tried to smooth things over.

After all, they knew that they had accumulated a lot of gold coins over the years.

The group's original intention in their previous discussion was to dampen the arrogance of the two large farm owners.

I never expected it to turn out this way.

"Dear uncles and elders, may I say a few words?"

Luo An, who had been listening attentively, finally spoke.

"It's normal that everyone had different opinions when I first proposed forming a patrol team."

"But the situation is different now. To protect the farm, we need everyone's cooperation."

Roan had previously considered having Kieran and Eric contribute more manpower.

But when facing a goblin horde of that size, whether you send ten or forty people to launch an attack makes no difference.

The patrol teams can only handle monster attacks of average size.

"Their farms suffered heavy losses; almost all the slaves died."

"Buying slaves would cost a lot of money, and repairing the farm would also cost a lot of money; neither of these amounts would be small."

Considering their current situation, Luo An could only say, "It is indeed quite difficult to produce more than thirty slaves."

"What you say makes sense, but we can't just let it go like this, can we?"

Hunter felt that if he didn't get something in return, it would be a waste of their time.

"At the very least, shouldn't we provide at least twenty slaves?"

This quantity was the minimum standard they had agreed upon during their previous discussions.

"Twenty slaves means 60 gold coins, which is not a small amount for any farmer."

Roan noticed something was off about Kieran and Eric's eyes when they heard the number.

Both sides actually hoped to form a patrol team together, but they couldn't agree on the number of people they would contribute.

In order to get them to join the patrol team, and also to ensure that Hunter and the others didn't earn anything, Roan had no choice but to ask.

"Uncles, what quantity would you be willing to accept?"