Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 778 Request from Larel 8
Just like in the plot, Jerome chose the warm-blooded horse that was slightly inferior to the other warm-blooded horse in all aspects.

It was the two horses analyzed by the horseman and Jerome when He Xiaoman first entered this festival.

He Xiaoman followed them silently, listening to Jerome and Bin Lai's constant complaints about the various shortcomings of this warm-blooded horse, and finally the price was changed from 280 gold coins to 250 gold coins.

The main thing is that they pay in gold coins.

This is the only currency in circulation recognized by dozens of national forces, including the June Lotus Association, and it is completely different from the locally issued banknotes.

Although these people occupying Neward State have signed a peace agreement, there are still wars between the aborigines and the farmers in some areas, and there are constant frictions between the farmers and the farmers. Who knows what paper money is? When a disagreement is made, it will be void?Who knows if they will sanction you for not accepting your banknotes if they are in a bad mood?
Therefore, people would rather charge less, and try to trade with more secure gold coins instead of banknotes.

In Newark in late autumn, it was raining heavily, and the dense lead clouds were like sponges soaked with water, and the rain fell very freely.

It was raining again when we went back.

The driver dug out two raincloths from the small storage box under the seat, threw one to Larel, who was drinking in the wind behind the car, and tied the other to himself as usual.

At this time, penicillin had not yet appeared, and a bad cold might kill people.

"Rarelle, give it your raincloth! You idiot, do you know that's a moving 250 gold piece!"

Jerome's reprimand came from the closed carriage.

As the unicorns lost their use value, the number of times Larel was scolded gradually increased.

After being dazed for a moment, He Xiaoman slowly walked up to the three-and-a-half-year-old tall maroon horse when Jerome was about to scold him for the second time, and slowly spread out the rain cloth in his hand, covering the horse's body little by little.

Because of eye problems, horses are afraid of anything that suddenly appears in front of them, so some people always say not to hold an umbrella in front of a horse, because the umbrella in your hand is a stick that suddenly becomes huge in its eyes, and it will be afraid of panic or anger.

He Xiaoman once again stood behind the carriage holding the handrails. After several days of rain, the dirt road from the horse market to the toll road was almost completely covered with mud.

He Xiaoman was thrown mud all over his body by the rapidly turning wheels.

She quickly hid on the other side, but before she could wipe off the mud on her face, Jerome yelled again: "Stupid pig! The mud was thrown on the horse by blocking the position just now!"

He Xiaoman turned his head, and sure enough, because she was a shield to dodge, the Mali side tied to the rear of the car was thrown a lot of mud.

He Xiaoman silently stood back to his original position, becoming a small human tree to shelter the ancestors behind him.

She thought, she really couldn't bear it anymore.

When we arrived at the manor, the rain finally stopped. When we returned to Layard Manor, the owner Jerome was dry, and the coachman and the horse were half wet and half dry, and they kept standing at the rear of the car and sang, "He said that this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing." "He Xiaoman's whole body was covered.

Jerome untied the new racehorse with his own hands, and the new breeder Johannes, who had arranged everything, was standing respectfully waiting.

When He Xiaoman appeared in the stable covered in mud and water, she could already feel the joy and grievance of the unicorn, like a baby who was sent to kindergarten on the first day saw his parents who came to pick him up.

Jerome was talking to Johannes about something.

Although the young and tall Johannes also has dark brown skin, standing in the sunshine after the rain, he looks refreshing and full of hope.

Jerome pointed to the crumbling He Xiaoman: "If I think you are not suitable, I will replace you at any time and still let Larel do this easy job."

Johannes saluted respectfully: "I am willing to serve you all my life, my respected master!"

With a "bang", He Xiaoman fell to the ground, and mud prints in the shape of a human being were clearly seen on the concrete floor.

Jerome frowned. Is this stupid pig venting his dissatisfaction in this way?
a slave?
The unicorn's nostrils began to snort, and this was the only place where it could move freely.

Jerome was afraid that the unicorn would get irritable, so he took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth and shouted loudly: "Rarel, you stupid pig, get up quickly and go back to your place!"

He Xiaoman was like a stranded humpback whale, swinging twice in vain but unable to stand up.

Jerome ordered the coachman sullenly: "Drag Larael back to his kennel, before the unicorn goes mad!"

But before the coachman got close to Larel, the unicorn's angry neighing sounded, and the muscles on its limbs were trembling, as if it was going to violently rush out of the stable.

Jerome rushed over quickly, stroking the mane on the unicorn's neck impatiently: "Okay, be good unicorn, Larel is just a little tired, he will get better, he will be better soon got up."

The coachman dared not act rashly again.

After all, the unicorn used to be the master's most beloved fighting partner. Because of the unicorn's relationship, Larel was favored by the master for ten years, and all the slaves were envious.

Even the hired coachman sometimes envied Larel's sights.

Many racers will bring special horse breeders with them when they compete. Although they are lowly in status, they can often stand with those noble gentlemen.

Every time a unicorn wins, Larel gets some reward from the Fairlade family.

It's just that the coachman didn't know that those rewards were basically snatched away by Jerome in the end.

Because the victory came from fighting the unicorn, what does it have to do with the breeder?
But these other people don't know, they just think that Larel is really a douchebag, because he can't speak, he is the most humble person in the whole manor, so humble that anyone can step on it.

No one thought that the little pony would survive and become a very famous racehorse.

Like Larael, the slaves on the manor thought those people were busy saving unicorns.

So the coachman has always been kind to Larel.

Even if the real reason for this goodness is because of a horse.

The unicorn was finally calmed down, but his mood was still not stable, because he had been fixed in a wooden shelf, and he couldn't see Larel's room.

Jerome gave some precautions and then turned and left the stable.

He is not willing to face such a unicorn.

At half past nine in the evening, He Xiaoman appeared in front of the unicorn on time.

It snorted softly, its big eyes full of longing.

He Xiaoman walked to the side of it and leaned close to her face, and then arched her cheeks with a prickly feeling.

(End of this chapter)