Interspecies Training Manual

"Celia, are you done with your work?"

Luo An noticed the figure standing not far away and stopped what he was doing.

Celia didn't respond, but simply placed the empty bowl on the table and silently sat down in her seat.

She stuck the chopsticks into the bread and shoved them into her mouth.

Celia's cheeks were bulging from the bread, and she didn't have the usual refined manners when eating. She looked like she had suffered a great injustice, and all her unhappiness was written on her face.

Irene didn't know what was going on, so she could only eat her food in silence.

Looking at Celia's sulking expression, Luo An couldn't help but want to laugh, but he forcibly suppressed it.

If you laugh, this gentle and considerate elf will really get angry.

He walked over and sat down next to Celia, gently stroking her hair.

Celia stopped poking at the bread, blinked her drooping eyelashes, and her displeasure dissipated considerably.

She pouted and muttered under her breath, "I stood there for quite a while, and my owner didn't even notice me. He was really engrossed in petting me."

"It's my fault. I was thinking about something and got distracted."

Luo An coaxed her with a few words, then changed the subject.

"How is Linor now?"

The mention of Linor immediately drew Celia's attention.

"Her injuries have healed a lot, and she can slowly get out of bed and walk, but she still doesn't want to talk."

"But when I left just now, she said she wanted the master to come in; she had something to say to you."

Luo An nodded, and seeing that Celia was no longer sullen, he withdrew his hand.

"Eat first, and I'll go check on things after I finish eating."

Celia obediently responded and resumed her usual eating habits.

After thinking it through, she felt that there was nothing wrong with her master touching Elena, but why did she feel a strange emotion when she saw it?

Celia didn't think too much about it and quietly ate her meal.

......

After dinner, Luo An knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open to enter.

Linor was standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside, lost in thought.

"Celia told me you were looking for me?"

Luo An walked over to her and also admired the farm scenery under the night sky.

"I plan to leave here tomorrow."

Linor glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"What are your plans after you leave?"

Luo An did not show any surprise, but asked calmly.

"I haven't decided exactly what I'm going to do yet, but I plan to find people who have had similar experiences to mine."

"I want to talk to them and hear their thoughts on the owners who abused them."

Linor revealed her plans.

"You're going to ask about these things?"

Judging from what he said, it seemed that Linor had a new idea because of what he had said before.

"So, do you hate Celia now, or something else?"

A smile appeared on Linor's lips, but it lacked the madness of the past; it was just a normal smile.

"These past few days I've realized that we really don't get along."

"The simplicity she possessed is something I, who have suffered hellish torment, can no longer have."

"I still admire her, and I still feel a little jealous, but I hope she can always keep this simplicity."

Her smile vanished, and Linor's eyes were filled with hatred.

"You're right. Before, I only dared to hate Celia, who was also a slave, but I didn't dare to hate the person who truly made me a slave."

"I despise those who sell people into slavery, and I despise this world that doesn't value the lives of slaves."

"But I don't know what to do."

After listening, Luo An looked at her thoughtfully.

Linor's thoughts have changed, but she is still confused and needs some guidance.

"People who have had the same experience as you probably also hate abusive owners, right?"

"If you hate it, why not just stop at communicating? You can also try to resist the oppression of slave owners and save more people who have suffered the same fate as you."

Rebellion against... slave owners?!

Linor stared wide-eyed at Roan in disbelief.

In her mind, not only was it impossible for a slave to succeed in rebelling against his master, but the very thought of doing so was a sin.

But why would she consider such thoughts sinful?

When she first became a slave, she felt intense hatred, but the longer it went on, the less she thought about it.

"If slave owners can oppress slaves, why can't slaves rebel?"

Luo An looked at her shocked expression.

After all, a slave contract, once printed on it, will naturally make people think like slaves, so how could they dare to think of such a rebellious thing?

The slaves were almost entirely tamed by contracts, allowing the slave owners to enjoy everything with a clear conscience.

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

Roan expressed himself in a way that Linor could understand.

"You can slowly find people like you, gather together, and form an organization that belongs to you."

"There's no need to rush into a direct confrontation with the nobles. Instead, we can target those cruel and abusive slave owners and launch an attack when the opportunity arises to rescue the slaves inside."

"Take the food and weapons, hide in the mountains and forests after you've succeeded, and find the next target once things have calmed down."

Every word Roan said was like a thunderclap, exploding in Linor's mind.

She never imagined she could do that.

"A slave rebels against his master... kills his master... Is... is this really okay?"

Linor felt as if a door to a new world had opened, her voice trembling but unable to hide her excitement.

To rebel against slave owners—what an exciting thing that would be!

"Why not?"

Luo An added fuel to the fire.

"Were those slave owners born noble? Why could they buy, sell, and kill slaves at will without paying any price?"

"Just because they are the masters and you are the slaves?"

Linor's mind was in turmoil.

She both felt that it was only natural for slaves to obey their masters unconditionally, and yet she also rebelliously thought that what Roan said seemed to be true.

But she kept suppressing that thought in her mind.

"If you truly seek change, communication and patience alone are far from sufficient."

"Those slave owners won't have a change of heart just because you're pitiful; they'll only become more ruthless."

"So, since you despise them, why not broaden your horizons and stop thinking about communication, and start thinking about resistance."

Luo An didn't know how much of what she said would be absorbed by her.

If you can take even a little of what I say to heart, it's worth it and all that talking won't be in vain.

He looked at Linor's pained expression.

To be honest, these words only work on unclaimed slaves like Linor, who have a certain "rebellious streak."

Most slaves had long been completely assimilated and would never dare to have such thoughts.

The slave owners' whipping only became their motivation to work harder.

Without a master, they wouldn't be happy; they would only think about finding another master to enslave them.

As for Celia and Elena, Roan did not regard them as slaves, so he had no so-called "resistance" consciousness.

There's no point in telling them now; we need to take it slowly.

Telling Linor this time was just an experiment.

Seeing her silence, Luo An didn't say anything more and waited quietly.

After a long while.

Looking at the moonlight in the night sky, Linor slowly said, "What you're saying is truly unbelievable."

"Right now, I don't even know how to organize other people."

"I really don't know how you can have these kinds of thoughts in your head."

Linor turned to look at Roan, her eyes revealing a firm resolve.

Too much information at once requires time to clear one's head.

"I don't know how far we can go, but perhaps we can try the method you suggested."