In addition, there's the massive corpse of the Ironback Turtle with Scaled Whiskers, resembling a sand dune. With a bit of processing, one could harvest a ton or two of fierce beast meat. The quality of meat from such large, fierce wild beasts is very high; it would truly be a shame to discard it.
After some thought, Rein had already come up with a solution.
It's better to give it to Hars than to waste such a treasure!
"Besides, it looks like there's no time to go to Rosby City now. I originally wanted to see Evelyn and Major Mary."
"Now, I can only postpone it for another day!"
Meanwhile, Rein recalled the sensation he felt when his Tokkal Hammer Technique advanced to level 7.
This must be a realm beyond mastery, reaching an even higher level.
But he also knew that, to a large extent, this was dependent on the level 3 Hammer Skill specialization. Otherwise, it made no sense for his level 7 Giant Bear Sword Technique to still be at the mastery level, while the level 7 Tokkal Hammer Technique had entered the next realm.
Rein vaguely remembered Master Ganther mentioning that after mastery comes the level of a Meister.
However, the status he had barely achieved with the aid of Hammer Skill specialization could at most be considered as half-step Meister level, and there was still a difference compared to the true Meister level.
At this moment, Rein suddenly remembered that due to the sudden appearance of the floating bottle, and later being busy dealing with the heart of the Ironback Turtle with Scaled Whiskers, he hadn't had the chance to check the system messages:
[Your skill Tokkal Hammer Technique has improved, Experience +1336]
[You have experienced a battle, Knight (Transcendent) Experience +379]
After this battle, the level of Knight (Transcendent) reached level 5 (597/2000), and the Tokkal Hammer Technique advanced to level 7 (1690/5000).
And only 1 Skill Point remained, while all 3 attribute points had not been used.
Soon after processing the turtle shell, Rein rode his horse a short distance south before heading back to Richmond Fishing Port. He found two town residents who appeared honest and sincere, gave each of them a silver coin, and had them deliver a message to Hars:
"The problem has been solved. Head to the beach at the entrance to the sea to collect the battle spoils. Bring more people, and when you have time, find a caravan to send the turtle shell to me. —Rein."
The shells of these Ironback Turtles with Scaled Whiskers were excessively heavy, and Rein planned to have Hars find a caravan to transport them for him.
After completing all this, Rein mounted his tall black horse and sped towards the direction of Meister County.
Richmond Fishing Port, at Hars's doorstep.
"A message from Rein?"
"He wants me to go to the beach at the entrance to the sea?" Hars was initially quite bewildered.
But when the messenger said, "When you have time, find a caravan to send the turtle shell to me!"
Hars's eyes widened in shock, a bolt of lightning crossed his mind, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be..."
"Impossible, impossible!"
Hars's younger brother, confusedly looking up at his own brother, who rarely showed such a loss of composure, asked curiously, "Brother, what's impossible?"
"I'll tell you when I get back!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the injured Hars rushed out the door, and upon reaching the street, he immediately called out to two patrolling security officers, "Jermie, gather ten men and come with me!"
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When Hars arrived at the beach near the sea mouth with a number of security officers and Night Watchmen, they found the bloody mound already being scavenged by raptors.
Everyone looked at the scene before their eyes in utter shock!
Isn't this the Ironback Turtle with Scaled Whiskers, whose strength matched that of a Great Knight?
Even though someone had removed its shell, it was immediately recognized by everyone.
But then, cheers erupted all around.
Because they knew that the trouble troubling Richmond Fishing Port had been resolved!
Hars muttered to himself, "How could Rein be so strong!"
"He's just a bit stronger than me, isn't he? His assessment was only rated as 'Good'..."
Suddenly, something clicked for Hars, and his eyes shone with realization.
"It seems all this information was just my own imagination. On closer thought, Rein never actually directly answered any of these questions!"
"At the Home Hotel of the Navy in Rosby City, on the training ground, Rein had declined my suggestion to spar, and later, during the endowment assessment..."
"Now it seems, I've made a truly formidable friend!"
"What kind of strength would it take to kill an Ironback Turtle with Scaled Whiskers, whose strength is on par with a Great Knight?"
"Moreover... Rein is still so young!"
"Captain Hars, I think you should see this." A security officer said with an uneasy expression.
Hars walked over and saw a collection of neatly sliced, thick turtle shells laid out orderly on one side.
Rein had indeed sent a message to Hars, but the security officers didn't know that!
They had thought some other formidable wild beast had killed the Ironback Turtle with Scaled Whiskers, but now it was clear that wasn't the case...
Because a wild beast wouldn't slice open and neatly arrange turtle shells.
So, for a moment, everyone was unsure how to deal with this 'mountain of meat' and the valuable turtle shells, since by tradition, whoever made the kill had the right to own and distribute the spoils of battle.
But upon seeing the neatly sliced, iconic shells of the Ironback Turtle with Scaled Whiskers, Hars immediately realized what Rein meant by 'finding a caravan to send him the turtle shell' previously mentioned in the message!
"Haha, yes! It's got to be that guy Rein!" Hars laughed heartily.
With everything falling into place, Hars had no more doubts!
At the same time, he understood that while Rein asked him to send the turtle shell, he left no instructions for the heaps of fierce beast meat. Clearly, Rein intended to leave the disposal of the Ironback Turtle's corpse entirely up to him.