HLM -Chapter 1104 Ferocious Wild Boars

Wang Bo didn’t believe it. He laughed and said, “As far as I remember, whether in Europe or America, they’ve always been very wary of—if not outright resistant to—our traditional Chinese medicine, right?”

“How did we suddenly get onto traditional Chinese medicine?” Williams asked in confusion.

Wang Bo replied, “In traditional Chinese medicine, many medicinal ingredients have effects similar to black truffles—some are even more reliable than this stuff. If you really want to enhance your abilities, you’d be better off looking for answers in Chinese medicine.”

They were all smart people. As soon as he said this, they understood what he meant.

Lancaster laughed. “But what we have here is also well-documented. The Physiology of Taste talks about this. Ever since ancient Greece, doctors have repeatedly discovered that truffles can simultaneously awaken memories of sensuality and flavor in both men and women, triggering a powerful force accompanied by sweet joy.”

“To put it simply,” Wendy said with a smile, “truffles make women gentler and men more amiable.”

“And there’s another story,” Samir chimed in, seeing how animated the discussion was. “In 1810, Napoleon learned that one of his subordinates—a captain who had fathered nineteen children—ate a hen cooked with champagne and truffles before every intimate encounter. So Napoleon had the regional commander in Périgord procure large quantities of the finest black truffles and hens and prepare them the same way. Guess what happened?”

Lancaster and the others already knew the answer, but half the fun of chatting was playing along. Everyone spread their hands, signaling him to reveal it.

“The result was the birth of our great Napoleon II,” Samir said with a grin.

Wang Bo said, “I’ve read in history books that Napoleon II was born with tuberculosis. Don’t tell me he caught it from black truffles?”

“That’s definitely a fallacy,” everyone laughed.

Joking as they chatted, the black truffles beneath the tree were dug out. Afterward, the soil was carefully filled back in, and Lancaster solemnly marked the tree.

“Next winter, Wang, remember to come back and have a look. Perhaps this place will nurture some more black truffles.”

Wang Bo said, “I’d be happy to—but I don’t have any sows to help me. Oh right, where are your sows? Where did they all run off to?”

They had all been focused on digging truffles and chatting, and no one had noticed where the sows had gone.

Lancaster casually waved his iPad. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

On the screen, the sows were all running eastward. Judging by their speed, they were moving pretty fast through the mountains.

Wang Bo asked curiously, “Huh? They’re all running that way. Is there a pile of black truffles over there?”

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction the sows were heading.

The little fierce bird flying overhead misunderstood the gesture and dove straight down, fast as a shooting star.

A black meteor landed on Wang Bo’s shoulder. When they saw Little Meng, Lancaster and the others’ eyes lit up again. “What a fine falcon!”

One rich kid asked, “Is that a peregrine falcon? Why is it black?”

“It’s a hybrid of a peregrine falcon and a gyrfalcon—the most powerful of falcons, and almost the hardest raptor to tame,” another rich kid said. “Mayor Wang, how did you manage to tame it?”

Wang Bo stuffed a strip of rabbit meat into Little Meng’s beak. Little Meng swallowed it whole in one gulp.

“Mutual choice,” Wang Bo said. “I got Little Meng by chance, raised it from a young age, and we formed a bond.”

During this period, he had drawn several Level-Two Soul Hearts and upgraded these little guys under him. Almost all of them now possessed Level-Two hearts, while Zhuang Ding and Little Wang even had Level-Three Soul Hearts.

However, as Little Wang grew smarter, it also seemed to be getting more timid.

Little Meng’s appearance made everyone temporarily forget about the sows that had run off. They gathered around, commenting and admiring it.

Falcons were proud and confident raptors. Surrounded by people pointing and talking, Little Meng didn’t mind at all. It merely lifted its head high, making itself look even more arrogant.

Watching Little Meng, Williams finally couldn’t restrain himself. “I know this is very presumptuous, Wang, but would you consider selling this falcon? As long as I can manage it, I’m willing to pay anything.”

“I’d be willing to sell it to you,” Wang Bo said, “but for you, this is destined to be a losing deal.”

The moment Williams heard that, he grew excited, eyes shining. “That’s fine, that’s fine! How would it be a losing deal? What price do you want?”

Lancaster understood Wang Bo’s meaning. He pulled his friend back and said, “You still don’t understand a falcon’s loyalty? Even if you got Little Meng, unless you never let it fly again, it would come back to Wang.”

“Even if it had to cross half the globe, even if it exhausted itself to death along the way, it would still do so,” Wang Bo said firmly.

Williams sighed. “You’re right. I was too presumptuous just now. Damn it—I’ve never seen such an outstanding raptor!”

“Let’s go find our pigs,” Uncle Bing suggested.

By now, the sows had stopped running and were staying in one place.

Seeing this, the group hurried after them. With the pigs clustered together like that, it really was possible they had discovered a patch of black truffles—though the odds were slim.

The sows had been running for quite a while, but their physical abilities were limited. In reality, they had only run about a kilometer.

As they drew closer to the pig herd, the hunting dogs suddenly became agitated. Instead of moving forward, they began barking furiously toward an eastern mountain hollow.

Continuing eastward, the terrain showed a break—a small mountain hollow surrounded by hazelnut and oak trees.

Seeing the dogs’ reaction, Lancaster and the others quickly shouldered their hunting rifles. Someone shouted, “Careful—there’s a beast ahead!”

Wang Bo said in puzzlement, “What large beasts could New Zealand possibly have? Elk?”

He soon got his answer. As the dogs’ barking grew more urgent, several massive figures appeared at the mouth of the hollow.

Seeing these beasts with two long and two short tusks—four in total—Wang Bo was shocked. A herd of wild boars.

These boars were extremely robust, about the size of small calves. Their bristles were like tiny knives—short, coarse, and sharp. Their limbs were also short and thick, immensely powerful.

Now everyone understood why the sows had run here. The principle behind using sows to find black truffles was that truffles emitted a scent similar to the hormones produced by boars during mating season.

Having undergone strict training, these sows had even keener noses than ordinary ones. They had picked up the scent emitted by the wild boars and been drawn here.

The wild boars were strong and ill-tempered. Startled by the barking of the hunting dogs, they trotted out impatiently, scraping their hooves against the rocks as they slowly pressed toward the group.

Wang Bo counted them and said, “Five wild boars in total. How do we split them up?”

Before his words had even faded, several more massive figures appeared from inside the mountain hollow!