Young Lady's backpack was actually quite meticulously made, with several compartments inside. One of the compartments was reinforced with animal bone, specifically designed to store important and delicate game—the heart of the Scale-clad Shadow Beast was one such item.

　　There were separate spaces for meat and skin, and the little beast's claws had also been carefully removed and stored by her. According to her, the claws of the Scale-clad Shadow Beast were extremely hard, making them excellent materials for arrowheads, capable of easily piercing thin steel plates.

　　Eleanor Clark quietly watched her as she processed the game.

　　Young Lady was usually carefree, but at this moment she was extremely meticulous, not wasting a single thing. Eleanor Clark had also seen the lives of many tribes in remote and harsh lands before, and knew that such carefulness was not a matter of character, but of environment.

　　Survival in the settlement was extremely difficult, so they dared not waste even the tiniest bit of resources.

　　Whether it was Young Lady, Grey Hawk, or Flying Arrow, they all had astonishing appetites. If they wanted to fill themselves, they had to keep hunting and obtain enough game.

　　Moreover, this group of young hunters and warriors were the backbone of the settlement. They not only had to feed themselves, but also bring back food for other tribespeople; otherwise, someone would go hungry.

　　After harvesting the Scale-clad Shadow Beast, Young Lady was very happy and said, “I really didn’t expect to hunt a Shadow Beast. Looks like if we just catch a few more animals, we can head back!”

　　The two continued deeper into the hunting grounds. On the way, Young Lady didn’t teach Eleanor Clark any more knife techniques. After two consecutive hunts, even if she was slow, she could sense something.

　　But she was very proud and refused to admit that Eleanor Clark's martial skills might be better than her own.

　　Instead, Eleanor Clark took the initiative to ask, “Who taught you your hunting skills?”

　　Young Lady replied, “My dad taught me a bit, but before I learned much, he was killed by a baboon demon.”

　　“What about your mom?”

　　“Her? Why would she care about me? After giving birth to me, she was no longer a qualified hunter. So after my dad died, she became the woman of another powerful hunter in the settlement, and had nothing to do with me.”

　　Young Lady spoke very naturally, but Eleanor Clark fell silent. Perhaps Alice Clark herself didn’t even realize the bitterness hidden behind these words, but Eleanor Clark felt it deeply.

　　In some ways, the imperial palace and this semi-primitive settlement were similar to a certain extent.

　　He didn’t know if this was some kind of cycle, or a destined recurrence.

　　He had never been interested in history, politics, or philosophy, but he had delved deeply into the humanities, with the sole purpose of finding more ways to strike at his opponents.

　　“So who taught you your current hunting skills?” Eleanor Clark suddenly wanted to know more about her.

　　“I figured them out myself! I’m a genius hunter!” Young Lady puffed out her chest and said proudly.

　　Watching her gesture, he suddenly recalled the springy feeling from last night, and his once-frozen heart was stirred for a moment.

　　But his guard relaxed only for an instant before he regained his usual composure, nodding, “I see, no wonder.”

　　“No wonder what?” Young Lady was completely confused.

　　“No wonder your physical fitness is so good, but your martial skills are so poor.”

Chapter 10: Passing Down Skills

　　Eleanor Clark spoke very naturally, but Young Lady jumped up and said angrily, “My martial skills are poor? Let me tell you, among the hunters in the settlement, there are very few who can beat me! Once the cool season passes, I’ll have grown a bit more, and by then I won’t be any weaker than them in strength. At that time, I’ll be one of the best hunters in the whole settlement!”

　　“Once the cool season passes…” Eleanor Clark sneered.

　　Young Lady immediately remembered that she had agreed to duel Walter Stone during the cool season, and Walter Stone was a warrior, a rank above hunters. She had almost no chance of winning, and probably wouldn’t make it past that time.

　　But she was very stubborn and said, “If I don’t like it, no one can force me. If I still can’t beat him during the cool season, then I’d rather die in the arena!”

　　Eleanor Clark said calmly, “Why go to all that trouble? I’ll just kill him for you.”

　　But Young Lady shook her head. “No. I may hate Walter Stone, but he really is a strong warrior. If he just died like that, it would be a big loss for the settlement. His hunting alone can feed ten tribespeople, and he protects the settlement’s safety. Besides, this is my business. I have to defeat him with my own skills, that’s the only way!”

　　Eleanor Clark nodded and didn’t insist. After thinking for a moment, he asked, “Other than your father, has anyone else in the settlement ever taught you these combat skills?”

　　Alice Clark looked confused. “Does that need to be taught? Once you learn the basics, it’s all up to yourself!”

　　“I mean, are there no combat techniques passed down?”

　　“What do you mean by passed down?”

　　“Like fighting techniques written in books, or other kinds of skills.”

　　“What’s a book?”

　　This question actually stumped Eleanor Clark. What is a book? That was really a hard question to answer.

　　He was used to all kinds of classics and various media with the same function, but trying to explain to someone who didn’t even know what a book was—he really didn’t know where to start.

　　Eleanor Clark didn’t continue, frowning in thought.