The next morning.

Narid woke up from his sleep in a daze. It was the best time for him to sleep every year when he came to this forest to cultivate the fruits of parasitic trees.

My body feels a little heavy.

He stood up and lowered his eyes. M.

It turned out that there was a demi-human girl lying on her body with scars all over her body.

"Is it already morning..."

Narid murmured to himself as he counted the bruises on the demihuman girl's body.

"What should we do now... I guess I was too tired and fell asleep in the middle of the night..."

"Well, that's what happens when people get old. They are not as energetic as young people."

Noisy screams came from outside the tent.

Narid was already used to it.

"Forget it, there are still things to do."

He shook his head, pinched the demi-human girl's tail with his big hands, and lifted her up like a sack. The pulling and pain from the tail suddenly woke her up from her sleep.

He couldn't help but let out a moan.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes with pain.

Narid turned a blind eye and threw the demi-human girl aside casually like trash. The girl fell into a pile of debris and her forehead hit the sharp edges of the debris, causing blood to flow out.

After a while.

Narid put on his armor and came outside the tent.

The sun was shining brightly, the vegetation was shady, everything in front of me felt clean, and the laughter of the guards could be heard all around.

"Hey, you guys didn't sleep all night?"

Narid smiled slightly, raised his foot and kicked away the two "nourishing animals" lying on the road, and greeted the surrounding guards warmly.

"Hahaha, Uncle Narid got up very early!"

"Yes, yes, after all, it is an annual event. How can you waste time sleeping?"

The guards were laughing, everyone had enough places and time.

Another batch of nutrients arrived at midnight last night.

It was enough for them to have fun.

"Very good, then everyone has a good time. If you want to eat, you can still go to the same place... By the way, have you seen Renault?"

Narid looked around.

Demi-human and elf slave girls were lying on the ground in a mess. Some of them were shivering in pain, some had fallen into coma, but more of them had empty and desperate eyes, like puppets, at the mercy of others.

"Where did that brat Reno go?"

Narid was a little confused.

In such a grand team-building activity, he still hopes that Renault, as a newbie, can also have fun.

It would be too pitiful if we were frightened by the strange appearance of the parasitic tree yesterday and therefore did not enjoy the team building activities.

"Reno?"

One of the soldiers looked up.

"It seems that I saw him leaving with an elf girl this morning. The elf is a sword dance master. I have to say that the newcomer is quite good at picking..."

"Master of Sword Dance?"

Narid was stunned for a moment, and then a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This brat actually picked the Elf Sword Dance Master, so he must have a headache now...

After wandering around in the forest for a while, Narid finally found Renault, and just as he expected, Renault had a bright red slap mark on his face. Needless to say, it was obvious that he was hit by an elf girl.

Narid burst out laughing on the spot:

"Pfft hahahaha, Reno, your face hahahahaha... what are you doing, why are you in such a mess?"

Looking at Narid who was laughing heartily, Renault couldn't laugh no matter what. He sighed with a sad face.

"I have tried my best, uncle, but this elf girl's character is still too explosive. I chose her when I found no one else in the warehouse. I didn't expect this result..."

"Am I stepping on a thunderbolt?"

"Hahahaha... Sorry, I have been professionally trained, and I don't usually laugh. The main reason is that the one on your side is really... hahahaha..."

When Narid saw that Renault's other face also had a slap mark, he couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed wildly.

The whole forest is filled with the atmosphere of joy.

Renault was helpless: "You can laugh if you want...you don't have to hold it in..."

"I'm sorry...but you're doing a pretty good job now. At least you controlled her and didn't kiss her or stuff her mouth recklessly, otherwise..."

Narid smiled maliciously and continued:

"Otherwise, she will go crazy and bite everything to bits. Last time, an idiot did this. Now that I think about it, I feel pitiful for him. It is really sad that his life is ruined like this..."

Renault was also frightened when he heard this.

He looked at the elf girl tied up by him with a somewhat complicated expression.

Undoubtedly, this elf girl is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. There is no nourishment in the entire warehouse that is more beautiful and delicious than her.

But there is no one for such a beautiful product.

He doesn't understand.

"Why isn't this elf girl popular? I heard she is some kind of sword dance master?"

"That's right, but before that, let me teach you how to properly conduct team building." Narid held Reno's shoulders and twisted his body so that he faced the direction of the camp.

Renault could clearly see what was happening in the camp. To be honest, he felt envious in his heart. These guards had used at most five or six goods, but he hadn't finished any of them yet.

Comparing people with each other makes people angry!

"Those are demi-humans. They have ears and tails similar to beasts." Narid pointed to one of the girls whose throat was locked with the guard's hands, and his tone was like introducing a product.

"These demi-humans are weak and naive, and have many ways to play. You can treat them roughly, or you can play love games with them first..."

"Love game?" Renault didn't know why.

"Be nice to her at the beginning, greet her, then make her feel good about you and like you, and finally destroy her with your own hands when she has the most hope and thinks she is a special being."

"As for ruining it like this, I think you should understand what I mean."

Narid pointed to the camp, which was in chaos and looked like hell, and meant something.

"These demi-humans are very popular because they become submissive easily and their physical fitness is also very good."

Narid broke off a blade of grass from his feet and held it in his mouth. He put his hands behind his head and pursed his lips. The blade of grass pointed in the other direction instead of his finger.

"This is the dwarf tribe. They are also very popular. Their personalities are even worse than those of Kia. They are less than one meter tall and are very popular with some guards who are tall and have weird hobbies."

"The blond haired ones over there with long ears are tree elves, just like the sword dance master behind you, but they are just ordinary tree elves with much tougher personalities and are not so easy to give in."

"But it's very simple to use the right method to make them docile."

After Narid finished the introduction, he took Renault to admire silently for a while, and then turned around with his arms around Renault's shoulders.

"Now let's talk about the sword dance master."

"They are the elites of elves and the combat instructors of ordinary elves. Each of them is a very precious existence, so their tempers are also very strong."

As Narid said, he put his hand in front of the sword dance master and shook it. The elf girl's eyes were indeed fierce, and she bit the sword with a "click".

"Haha." Narid sneered and slapped the elf girl on the face with his backhand.

"However, there are also sword dance masters in the large taverns in the capital of Kalanli. Although they are very expensive, at least they don't have such a bad temper. They are very obedient. They will do whatever the master asks them to do..."

Renault couldn't help but feel a little headache when he looked at the sword dance master who was still struggling like a mad dog and trying to bite even though he was tied up.

A good team building activity was turned into this by myself.

There is no one left.

"Those are those who have been trained. Before they were trained and infused with special drugs, their personalities would only be worse than the sword dance master in front of you."

Narid smiled, patted Renault's shoulder and comforted:

"So have fun. Don't worry. This is a trap specially reserved for you by the veterans. They are just too bad-tempered to be liked."

"But if you can bear their disgusted looks, it's also a very good product~"

Renault nodded clearly.

As long as there is no old man deliberately stumbling upon him, it's fine. If he looks disgusted or something, he can just cover it with a cloth.

"By the way, uncle, do you understand Elvish? This sword dance master has been gibbering since last night. I don't know what she is talking about."

Renault scratched his head and humbly asked for advice.

"Ah~" Nared smiled casually.

"You know a little bit of Elvish. That's basically what these elves say. You'll understand it after listening enough."

"It probably means things like, 'Despicable inferior species', 'I will not give in', 'Kill me if you can', etc."

…

Narid left, and he still wanted to go to the parasitic tree to check the situation. Renault once again faced the arrogant sword dance master alone.

"You say I'm an inferior species?"

Renault smiled coldly. He felt that he had already entered the state.
Chapter completed!