Dark Horse Haig

 No one can refuse Rhett's order, not to mention that Tucker has just tasted the sweetness of harvesting the medium breathing method, and then heard his father's decision to continue digging for antiques, his eyes lit up, and he nodded wildly in agreement.

  Ruilai also said that there was no problem. Remembering that the entourage of the caravan outside the door had assembled, he ran outside the door and came to the groom and several caravan followers.

"Hey, everyone. I have a piece of news for you. The plan has changed temporarily. According to the lord's intention, today's caravan trip has been canceled, but we will certainly set off again in the next few days. So you go back to rest and wait Next time notice." Ruilei said as he patted the leading dark horse and pressed his hand on the well-defined strip-shaped muscles on his chest, sighing in his heart, what a dark horse prince.

  The four subordinates retreated after hearing the sound and headed towards the knight training ground one after another. What they thought in their hearts was that if they went in time, they could still keep up with today's physical training.

   A servant is also a kind of servant. The servants of Deep Rock Castle all once aspired to become knights but had no choice but to have no talent, so they chose to become servants instead.

  When not traveling with the caravan, the retinues will follow the knights for part of the physical training, and outside of the training time, they will also be responsible for some heavy work in the manor and castle.

   During the period following the caravan, you need to help unload the goods and be responsible for the living matters and various sundries of the main troops.

  So for the retinue, it is very important to have a strong physique and the quality of bearing hardships and standing hard work.

  The subordinate left, but George, the groom, did not dare to leave now, because Haig was still enjoying the touch of the second young master, squinting his eyes comfortably.

"George, you feed well. In recent months, this guy Haig has become stronger again. I have to say, this is another surprise. I think Tucker must have stepped on **** luck to meet him in the wild. This lost pony was brought home smoothly." A ball of water polo gathered in Ruilei's hand, and when Haig opened his mouth, he sent it in smoothly.

   "Thanks to the young master for bringing Haig back to the territory, otherwise I can't believe that, apart from monsters, ordinary horses can have such a physique.

  If it wasn't for Master Ruilei who tested it yourself and gave a positive answer, I would have suspected that it had the mixed blood of a monster in its body. The groom George happily held the rein, and also admired the black horse from the bottom of his heart.

  Riley still smiled, but shook his head and said, "I wouldn't be surprised if there is a mixed-race monster. There is still a big difference between this black grid and the monster."

   "But it's still good."

  Rylai waved his hand, then turned his head and walked towards the gate of Deep Rock Castle.

  The groom, George, happily led the strongest black horse, preparing to return to the ranch.

   Don't think that Haig is docile in front of Tucker and Riley, but that's because he is facing a knight, a magician, and has absolute oppression by force.

  George is very clear that Haig's heart is still arrogant and difficult to train, that is, he can only live in peace with Haig after feeding him all year round.

  Once facing other people or horses, Haig will still show his true nature.

   Not only did he ignore other people, George also tried many times in the past, trying to mate Haig with the gray-skinned draft horses at the stud farm, to raise a group of excellent offspring, but all of them were useless.

  He even wondered if this horse had a problem with its sexual orientation.

   In the last two days, when he was feeding these horses, he accidentally discovered that this proud mare was making out with an ordinary gray leather horse.

  This discovery directly made him so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to wait for the mating and then report to the higher authorities. If he gave birth to a cub, it would be a great achievement for him.

   It happened that the trip of the caravan was also canceled, so he felt that he should seize the opportunity.

  George rolled his eyes, and when he was going back, he would lock Haig and the gray-skinned draft horse Lucky he liked in the same shed, and give him more chances to get along.

"Master Ruilei has always wanted a mount like Haig. If it does come true, there must be a lot of rewards. Then I will renovate my house, change some new clothes, and find a chance to express my love to Bai Li ." Thinking of this, George unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

   In the east of Young Eagle Town, there is a thornwood area.

  Different from the thorn forest on the west side of Sun Lake, the scale here is far smaller than the thorn forest, so it is called the small thorn forest.

  Through a wheat field, Leiter brought his three sons to the East Eagle Logging Farm.

   Well, this is the full name of the logging camp. It is located in the east of Young Eagle Town. It was simply named East Eagle Logging Farm at the beginning.

  Different from usual, the carpenter who should stay in the field to deal with wood on weekdays is now empty, and only one person is left working meticulously.

Looking far away, Rilai recognized Jim who was sitting on the bench, concentrating on handling the wood, and said, "Jim, why are you the only one left in the lumberyard? Where is Kudin? Where are the others? ."

   "Ah, ah?" Jim had just cut off a thick thorn on a thorn tree with a tool, and was startled when he heard the familiar voice. Throwing the thick thorns and tools on the ground, as soon as he stood up, he saw four figures more than ten meters away, slowly approaching.

"Hello lord, hello three young masters. Captain Cudin said that he found an antique yesterday, so today he plans to spend the whole morning cleaning up the land in the Thornwood area, which is convenient for the next logging work, and by the way I can try to find out if there are other antiques." Jim was wearing a thick padded jacket and a blue fur hat on his head, and the measures to keep warm were in place. Only his hands were not wearing gloves. In order to ensure the precision of the work, they were flushed with cold.

   Lei Te nodded. Now that he knew Kuding's movements, he was not in a hurry.

  Anyway, the purpose of his coming is to urge Kuding to dig the ground first, even if a small piece of thornwood is lost, he doesn't care.

On the contrary, Rhett was keenly observant. Seeing the stab wound on Jim's hand, there were several needle-like blood holes. He frowned and said to Ruilai: "It's not easy to deal with the thornwood. You can get some quicker after you go back." Potion of skin healing, to be distributed among the woodworkers at the lumberyard."

  Rilei's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded, "Understood, Father."

  Jim showed a flattered expression on his face. He didn't expect the lord to observe meticulously and care about low-level carpenters like them.

   There was an inexplicable emotion in my heart, the wound on my hand seemed to no longer hurt, and I kowtowed on the spot.

  Leite had a faint smile on his mouth. This easy thing was not only a compensation for the lumberjack workers, but also a reward.

  He still remembers the recent text simulation, all the antiques were handed in smoothly, without any twists and turns in the middle, which shows that neither Kuding nor the carpenters under him had any crooked intentions.

   Otherwise, the simulator will definitely remind, after all, this is related to important family matters.

  It shows that the people in the logging camp are good-natured, and they have indeed made meritorious deeds.

  Providing substantial rewards to encourage their enthusiasm is only the basic operation of a qualified lord.

  Continue eastward along the lumber mill, and after a few minutes, the four of them walked slowly to the Little Thorn Forest.

   "Hey, whoop! Hey, whoop!"

   From a distance, I heard bursts of yelling, cheering, and the heavy sound of metal colliding with hard objects.

   Looking closer, it is a scene of enthusiasm.

   A dozen or so carpenters waved their shovels, scattered in the small forest composed of nearly a hundred thorn trees, and worked hard to dig the soil inside.