Memo: A Sad Beast Tamer

Ugh. The poor raker died.

The beast was just too unlucky.

The empty cages did remind me of something else. I gotta look for raker cubs and see if I can catch a few.

I went through a few old books at home and learned that Qingbo Stockade once had pretty advanced beast domestication techniques. I finally learned what I was supposed to do.

Farming is meaningless. My duty is to tame the wild and ferocious elements of nature.

Over a century ago, our ancestors could make beasts fight and do all sorts of dangerous stuff with a single gaze. They didn't even need Originium Arts to pull it off...

How did they do it? Is this a gift? A rare innate talent?

Did they live together with the beasts? Did they share their homes and meals?