Black Horse Haig

In fact, no one could refuse Reiter's orders. Furthermore, Tucker had just tasted the sweetness of obtaining a medial-class breathing technique. When he heard his father's decision to continue excavating antiques, his eyes lit up and he nodded in agreement.

Rylei also expressed that there was no problem. Recalling that the caravan's entourage had already gathered outside the door, he ran outside and came to the coachman and a few caravan squires.

"Hey, everyone, let me tell you a piece of news. The plan changed at the last minute. According to the lord, today's caravan trip has been canceled, but we can be sure that it will set off again in the next few days. Therefore, you should go back and rest first and wait for the next notice." As he spoke, he stroked the leading black horse and pressed a hand on the well-defined strip of muscle on his chest. He sighed in his heart. What a good black horse prince.

The four squires retreated when they heard this and headed towards the knight training ground. They thought that if they went in time, they would be able to keep up with today's physical training.

A squire was also a type of servant. The squires of Deep Rock Castle all had the ambition to become a knight. However, they had no talent, so they chose to become a squire.

When they were not traveling with the caravan, the squires would follow the knights for some physical training. Other than training, they would also be responsible for some heavy work in the manor and castle.

When they were with the caravan, they had to help move goods and be in charge of the living matters of the main troops and various miscellaneous items.

Therefore, to a squire, having a strong physique and the ability to endure hardship were very important.

The squires left, but George, the coachman, didn't dare to leave now because Haig was still enjoying Second Young Master's touch, squinting comfortably.

"George, you fed him well. In the past few months, Haig has become stronger again. I have to say, this is another surprise. I think Tucker must have been lucky to meet this lost pony in the wild and bring it home successfully." Rylei condensed a ball of water in his hand. When Haig opened its mouth, he successfully sent it in.

"It's all thanks to Eldest Young Master bringing Haig back to the territory. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed that other than magical beasts, ordinary horses could have such a physique.

"If it wasn't for Young Master Rylei's personal examination and a positive answer, I would have suspected that there was a mixed blood of a magical beast in its body." George, the coachman, held the reins happily and praised the black horse from the bottom of his heart.

Rylei's smile remained, but he shook his head and said, "I wouldn't be surprised if he's really a mixed-blood Magical Beast. In fact, there's still a huge difference between this Haig and a Magical Beast. But it's still good."

Rylei waved his hand, then turned and walked towards the entrance of Deep Rock Castle.

George, the coachman, happily led the strongest black horse back to the horse farm.

Haig was docile in front of Tucker and Rylei because it was facing a knight and a mage. They had absolute suppression in terms of martial strength.

George knew very well that Haig was still arrogant and difficult to train. It was only because he fed Haig all year round that he could live peacefully with it.

Haig would still reveal its true nature when facing other people… or horses.

Not only did it ignore the others, but George had also tried many times in the past to mate Haig with the gray-skinned pack horses in the breeding ground to nurture a batch of outstanding descendants, but it was all useless.

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

Until recently, when he was feeding these horses, he accidentally discovered that this proud mare was actually intimate with an ordinary gray-skinned horse.

This discovery made him so excited that he couldn't sleep. He wanted to wait until after mating before reporting. If it gave birth to a foal, it would definitely be a great contribution for him.

Coincidentally, the caravan's trip had also been canceled. He felt that he had to seize the opportunity.

George's eyes darted around. He planned to lock Haig in the shed with the lucky gray-skinned packhorse it had taken a fancy to when he returned so that it could have more opportunities to interact with it.

"Young Master Rylei has always wanted a mount like Haig. If I really succeed, there will definitely be a lot of rewards. When the time comes, I want to renovate my house, change into a few new clothes, and find an opportunity to confess to Beryl…" Thinking of this, the corners of George's mouth curled up unconsciously.

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There was a thorn wood area in the east of Young Eagle Town.

Unlike the Thorn Forest on the west side of Sun Lake, the scale here was far inferior to the Thorn Forest, so it was called the Small Thorn Forest. After passing through a wheat field, Reiter brought his three sons to the East Eagle Lumberyard.

Yes, this was the full name of the lumber yard. It was located on the east side of Young Eagle Town. Back then, it was simply named East Eagle Lumberyard.

Unlike usual, the woodworkers who were supposed to stay in the field to deal with wood were now empty, leaving only one person working meticulously.

Rylei looked into the distance and recognized Jim, who was sitting on the bench and concentrating on handling the wood. He said, "Jim, why are you the only one left in the lumber yard? Where's Kurtin? Where are the others?"

"Ah, ah?" Jim had just used a tool to cut off a thick thorn on a thorn wood when he heard a familiar voice. He was shocked. He threw the thick thorn and tool on the ground. As soon as he stood up, he saw four figures ten meters away, slowly approaching.

"Hello, my lord. Hello, three young masters. Captain Kurtin said that he discovered antiques yesterday, so he planned to spend the entire morning cleaning up the land in the thorn wood area today. Not only will it be convenient to carry out the next logging work, but he can also try to see if there are any other antiques." Jim was wearing a thick cotton jacket and a blue leather hat on his head. He was very good at keeping warm. Only his hands were not wearing gloves. In order to ensure the accuracy of his work, it was red from the cold.

Reiter nodded. Now that he knew what Kurtin was up to, he wasn't in a hurry. In any case, his goal was to urge Kurtin to dig the ground first. Even if a small piece of thorn wood was lost, he did not take it to heart.

On the other hand, Reiter's observation skills were sharp. When he saw the few needle-like bloody holes on Jim's hand, he frowned and instructed Rylei, "It's not easy to deal with thorn wood. When you go back, take some medicine to speed up the healing of the skin and distribute it to the woodworkers at the lumberyard."

Rylei's eyes flickered, and he nodded. "Understood, Father."

Jim looked flattered. He didn't expect the Lord to be so observant as to care about low-level lumberjacks like them. An inexplicable emotion arose in his heart. The wound on his hand did not seem to hurt anymore, and he kowtowed in gratitude.

There was a faint smile on Reiter's lips. This was a convenient thing to do. It was both a compensation and a reward for the lumberjacks.

He still remembered that in the recent word simulation, all the antiques had been handed over smoothly. There were no twists and turns in the process, which meant that neither Kurtin nor his lumberjacks had any ill intentions.

Otherwise, the simulator would definitely remind him. After all, this concerned an important matter to the family.

This meant that these people from the lumberyard had a good temperament. In addition, they had indeed contributed.

Taking out substantive rewards to encourage them was only the basic operation of a qualified lord.

They continued east along the logging field. After a few minutes, the four of them slowly walked to Small Thorn Forest.

"Hey, shoo! Hey, shoo!"

From afar, he could hear shouts, cheers, and the heavy sound of metal colliding with hard objects.

When he got closer to take a look, it was a bustling scene.

More than ten lumberjacks waved their shovels and scattered in the small forest made of nearly a hundred thorn trees, digging hard into the soil inside.