Chapter 104: Racial Talent

After killing the Third Rank bristle pig, even Rayan himself was momentarily stunned. 

Easily defeating the Third Rank bristle pig was within his expectations, but the surge of sword gang power from the Crow Sword had exceeded them. 

Initially, he thought it was just an extension of his Tenth Tier Battle Qi, but even after retracting the Battle Qi, the sword gang power still lingered heavily around the thick blade, making him realize that he had surpassed his sword technique. 

Usually, only an Expert Hero possesses sword gang power, and the fact that he grasped it so early truly delighted him. The frustration of the past few months was finally rewarded, and it was a significant reward at that! 

Olivia's figure and their intimate moments that night immediately surfaced in Rayan's mind. He felt grateful to Olivia; without this woman's selfless love, he might still be trapped in deep depression. 

"May you be happy, Olivia…" 

Rayan collected his thoughts, smiled lightly, and, regardless of the fearful gazes of the bounty hunters, dragged the mountainous corpse of the Third Rank bristle pig back home. 

None of the bounty hunters dared to intervene, merely watching helplessly as their prey was taken away. 

Dragging the Third Rank bristle pig, Rayan found the previously hidden game and quickly returned to Sola's side. 

Seeing an entire tree lit by his female slave, Rayan couldn't help but cry and laugh, "I asked you to make a fire, how did you make a fire tree?" 

Sola looked at her master with a terrified face, "Master, I don't know what happened, the sky suddenly darkened!" 

The effect of the sword gang power was so far-reaching! Rayan quietly placed the game on the ground and comforted Sola, "It's alright, it's just my swordsmanship that has improved." 

"Ah!" 

Sola exclaimed in surprise. Rayan wasn't sure if she was happy to hear of his improvement or because of the food he dragged behind him. 

"You handle it; I'll get some more firewood." 

Sola is a barbarian tribeswoman, and people from barbarian tribes seem naturally adept at processing game. Upon receiving Rayan's order, Sola promptly pulled out a small skinning knife and began slicing through the bristle pig's hide and flesh. 

By the time Rayan returned with firewood, Sola had already cleaned the hide and entrails of a Second Rank bristle pig and was processing the second one. 

Rayan hung the cleaned bristle pig on the fire tree, and turning around, saw Sola holding a fat Third Rank bristle pig heart in front of him. 

"Master, you eat!" 

Sola's orange eyes were filled with expectation, her fingers dripping with the bristle pig's fresh blood. 

Rayan's face stiffened, and a fine wrinkle gathered between his brows, "No wonder you are called barbarian tribespeople, eating raw organs like this…" 

The barbarian tribespeople not only believe in elemental creation but also that all creatures have souls, and by eating an animal's heart, one could gain the creature's strength. 

Rayan did not agree with this belief, and even if the faith were true, he did not want the power of a bristle pig. 

However, seeing the disappointment in Sola's eyes, his hard heart softened a bit. He reluctantly took the bristle pig heart, nibbled lightly at the tip, and immediately his mouth filled with a rich, bloody taste. He suppressed his discomfort and swallowed the tip. 

"Alright, the rest is yours." 

Sola immediately cheered and began eating the hot bristle pig heart, biting into it vigorously. Blood smeared her little face, hair, and clothes, turning her into a veritable blood person. 

Rayan finally understood why her eating manners resembled those of a wolf, eating raw beast hearts daily certainly made her wilder. Although this was a characteristic of Sola's ethnicity, he had no intention of changing it—though he reminded himself to hunt slightly better food next time. 

After Sola devoured the bristle pig heart, Rayan pointed to the other parts and said, "Dispose of the entrails, keep the hide and tusks, they might sell for some money. It's a pity that the tusks of that Third Rank Feral Beast were shattered by my sword gang power, otherwise, they could have been exchanged for a new dress for you." 

Sola raised her blood-stained face and naively smiled at Rayan, "As long as I can be with master, Sola doesn't need clothes!" 

"I'm not that kind of perverted master!" 

Rayan both frustrated and amused, waved his hand, "Alright, hurry up and finish handling the rest, then we can eat." 

"Yes, master." 

Sola happily returned to the bristle pig, continuing to skin it. 

When Rayan hung the largest Third Rank wild boar on the fire tree for roasting, the first roasted pig's enticing aroma had already permeated the entire dense forest. 

The bounty hunters, smelling the aroma, were all distracted from hunting, crowding near the fire tree. However, seeing Rayan's stern face seated beside the fire tree, none dared to approach. They were not unaccustomed to eating meat, but they had never eaten Second or Third Rank Feral Beast meat. For them, it was like stuffing handfuls of gold coins into their mouths, only to defecate out piles of yellow feces later. 

Eating ordinary meat could also produce yellow feces, while selling Feral Beast meat for gold coins could do many other things, like buying a house, securing a few acres of land, marrying a woman, and then being burdened by various exorbitant taxes from the unscrupulous nobility, leading to a wife's departure, and then returning to being a bounty hunter—or alternatively, spending the gold coins on pleasure, prostitutes, wine, gambling, living another kind of life. 

But regardless of the choice, they would never eat Feral Beast meat, which was reserved for the wealthy, and they would never be wealthy. 

Rayan noticed the envious glances of the bounty hunters, but didn't pay much mind. A group that needed half a day to plan a hunt for a Third Rank bristle pig surely wouldn't dare to plot against him. 

He tore off the largest piece of meat from the roasted pig and handed it to Sola. "Eat slowly, we have plenty of time now, let's hit the road after you're full." 

Sola took the pork without any hesitation and gorged herself. 

The bounty hunters in the dense forest immediately let out a jealous sigh. The dirty-faced captain of the bounty hunters twitched his mouth, lamenting softly to his companion, "This kid is too wasteful, giving such a big piece of meat to his slave! With my over five hundred hunting experiences, just that piece of meat he gave could have kept me with the biggest-breasted barmaid in Stonerock City for a month!" 

"What do you know!" 

Another bounty hunter with a crooked mouth chuckled, "Maybe that female slave has special skills, so the kid takes extra care of her. I've heard that barbarian tribeswomen have thighs so beautiful, naturally endowed with a sucking power like a mouth, that can drive a man wild—this is called racial talent!" 

"Tsk tsk, the kid is really lucky! Damn, it makes me want to buy a female slave to train too." 

"Shh, keep your voice down, be careful if the kid hears you, he might cleave your pig head with a sword! Besides, you, a poor hunter, can't even afford tonight's whoring fee, and you're thinking about buying a female slave? Humph, without five hundred gold coins, you might as well go buy a piece of d*ck!" 

Rayan, with a somber face, listened to the bounty hunters' conversation, and when they mentioned "racial talent," he really wanted to grab the Crow Sword and show them a lesson. However, Sola was just there eating her head down, apparently not hearing the vulgar language, Rayan hesitated for a moment, and ultimately decided not to create unnecessary trouble. 

The bounty hunters seemed to sense Rayan's barely concealed anger and didn't dare to linger, all cautiously leaving the scene. 

After eating all three roasted pigs, Sola's pretty little face finally showed a satisfied smile. 

Compared to when they first met, she had become much prettier, so much so that Rayan almost dared not let his gaze linger on her for more than three seconds. Rayan believed that Sola's physical transformation was entirely due to the meat. 

"Do you want more?" 

The Second Rank bristle pig was readily available, and Rayan was also willing to try his sword gang power again. 

Sola's little head shook like a bobblehead, "Master, Sola is full." 

"Alright, let's hit the road then." 

Rayan got up to put out the fire, grabbed the bristle pig's hide and tusks, ready to leave, but noticed Sola standing still, hesitating. 

"Master…" 

Sola, with her head bowed and fidgeting with her fingers, said softly, "I want… to leave for a bit." 

Rayan looked at Sola, puzzled, then understood, "Oh, you want to relieve yourself? Go ahead, I'll wait here." 

Sola seemed to want to say something but ultimately only bowed slightly and then ran off quickly. 

After a very long while, Sola hadn't returned. 

Even Rayan, a patient man, began to feel anxious and restless. Just as he was about to abandon the hides and tusks to look for her, Sola came running back, panting heavily.

Rayan frowned deeply and snapped, "What took you so long?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was taken aback—Sola had cleaned all the blood and grease off her body, even the mud between her fingers had been carefully washed away, and her hair tips were still damp. Her wheat-colored skin shone brilliantly in the sunlight, like a natural gold mine.

"I'm sorry, Master," Sola bit her lip and said, "The river is too far, I had to run there."

As she spoke, she tried to suppress her rapid breathing, but her chest heaved uncontrollably.

This little girl, when did she start to care about looking beautiful? Rayan's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained cold, "Next time, tell me in advance what you're planning to do, to avoid making me worry... to avoid making me think that you've regretted staying and run away."

"I won't, I won't! Sola doesn't regret it! I won't run away! Sola wants the mark!"

Sola's orange eyes were filled with eagerness, her voice tinged with a crying tone, "Master, Sola was wrong, I won't wash my face again!"

If it were possible for her eyes to shed true fire, she would probably be crying a storm right now.

"It's okay to wash your face, just remember to tell me next time," Rayan continued to maintain his cool demeanor, not offering any comfort to Sola, merely stuffing the hides and tusks into Sola's arms, "Hold on to these, let's get moving."