Becoming a god by raising witches

Chapter 134, Hunting the White Reindeer

Locke ignored their mockery and listened attentively to Herbert's instructions.

Herbert finally mounted a chestnut horse and followed beside Locke.

"Let's go. I hope the goddess will bless us. This is my first time going into the mountains to hunt."

Herbert said somewhat nervously.

Locke smiled. "Mr. Herbert, thank you. You didn't need to come along. I'll remember your instructions."

"Oh no, esteemed guest, I must stay by your side to ensure your safety."

Herbert smiled shyly. Although he was thirty-seven years old, he was still shy and was somewhat at a loss when he heard Locke address him respectfully as "you".

"Thank you. This is also my first time hunting in the mountains. I'm just as nervous as you are."

Locke raised an eyebrow at Herbert, and the atmosphere instantly became more relaxed.

Herbert discovered that the princess's guest was a mild-mannered person. Although he was only dressed in the uniform of a sheriff, the people that princesses usually associated with were somewhat arrogant and disdainful of their servants. But Locke was different.

"Mr. Bemon, you are too kind."

"Mr. Herbert, are you married?"

"Yes, I already have one child."

"I really can't tell, you look very young."

"Thank you, you look even younger."

The two chatted casually, and with Herbert's help, the two horses gathered in the direction Frida and the others were heading.

Frida wasn't in a hurry to go into the mountains; she was patiently waiting for Locke at the foot of the mountain.

Therefore, Natal, Sieg, Angela, Dimo, and the others also had to wait with her.

Until they saw Locke appear in full protective gear, accompanied by a groom.

Frida laughed again.

“Hahaha, Locke, you look like a child who hasn’t grown up and still needs a parent to accompany you. Look at the protective gear you’re wearing. I haven’t used it since I was 14.”

"Yes, Locke, is it really necessary for you to do this?"

Angela rolled her eyes, thinking that Locke was really disgracing the supernatural. With his supernatural abilities, how could he not even tame a horse?

"Wait, what kind of horse did you choose? Isn't this a black-tailed horse used for delivery? Can it hunt?"

Frida let out another merciless laugh.

This time, even Sieg and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Herbert shrank back, instinctively resisting the situation, as if he himself was the one being mocked, not Locke.

Locke smiled and said to Herbert, "Don't be nervous, Herbert. You are an excellent horse trainer. I believe you can protect me."

"Thank you, I will keep a close eye on your horse."

Herbert felt a lot of pressure, especially when he went hunting with the princess.

"Locke, I'm defeated by you."

Frida laughed until tears streamed down her face. She continued, "If I were to hunt today and catch the white deer, it would be as if you had caught it. You're such a worrywart."

These words don't cause much harm, but they are extremely insulting.

But Locke disagreed. He picked at his ear and said, “Strictly speaking, I’m only 17, while you’re 19. It’s only right that you take care of me.”

Angela said to Sieg,

“Sieg, I was wrong. I used to think you were the most shameless person in the world. Now I’ve met someone even more shameless.”

"Of course, as I said, Locke and I are the same kind of people."

Sieg smiled.

"Don't you even bother to defend your thick skin? You're actually quite smug about it."

Angela scoffed. She had chosen a pure white horse, and given her petite stature, it looked as if another person could ride on its back.

Locke was pondering whether to ride the sturdy black-tailed horse alone, or to be more shameless and sit behind Angela, since she seemed experienced and unlikely to cause the horse to roll around on the spot.

"you are?"

Frida shifted her gaze from Locke's face to Herbert, who was standing not far from him.

She rarely remembered the names of the servants, except for her head maid and personal maid, let alone the stablemen on the estate.

Herbert nervously began to introduce himself.

“Your Highness, I am Herbert, the horse trainer of your estate. I arrived here six years ago…”

While Herbert was busy making his introduction, the "docile" black-tailed horse seemed to realize that there was a clueless novice sitting on its back. So, just as Herbert had said, it started to walk like a crab. After moving four or five steps, the black-tailed horse lay down on the soft grass.

Locke reacted quickly, adjusting his movements in time and standing up gracefully.

But he still couldn't escape the ridicule of those around him.

The first to burst into laughter was, as always, the cheerful Princess Frida.

"Hahaha, Locke, it's disgusted with you! It's actually rolling around on the spot!"

“Locke, this is the horse’s contempt for the incompetent. You’re hopeless.”

“Angela, don’t say that about Locke. At least Locke’s movements when he stood up were very graceful.”

"Hahahahaha."

Herbert then noticed that Locke had dismounted and hurriedly looked at him, "Mr. Beamont, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I think I'm probably not suited for horseback riding."

Locke confessed.

“This excellent horse trainer, you can go back now. I will watch over my brother.”

Sieg said with a smile.

"I think Angela's horse is very broad, maybe it can fit me."

Locke waved to Angela.

Angela narrowed her eyes.

"I'll take care of your desserts for a week."

Locke said.

Angela nodded. "Come on up, I'll take good care of you."

Strictly speaking, you are indeed older than me.

Locke climbed onto the horse's back.

“Say one more word and I’ll throw you down.”

Angela stared wide-eyed.

Locke gripped Angela's shoulders tightly with both hands. "But you look much younger than me, that's a blessing."

"Okay, you're saved, but could you please not hold on so tightly?"

"I swear to Goddess, the reason I did this was entirely to find a sense of security."

Locke said seriously and earnestly.

"Let's go, let's set off. Bai Lu is still waiting for us."

Frida was the first to crack the whip, spurring her horse forward with her legs.

The others quickly followed suit.

Although Locke did not ride alone, Herbert, concerned for Locke's safety, followed him.

The caravan entered the mountains and forests, where the scenery became increasingly majestic and magnificent, with endless mountains stretching as far as the eye could see, covered in a thick layer of white snow on top of the dark green.

This winter in Kosork was particularly cold, with snow falling for a long time, causing the entire Ur mountain range to be swallowed by white snow. The pure white snowflakes fell on every branch, turning them silvery white.

A gentle breeze blows, and snowflakes drift around, like fairies dancing.

Horses galloped through the snow, leaving behind a trail of deep and shallow footprints.

Locke thought Hannah would definitely love the scenery here, and now he was just praying that the white deer would really appear, so that Hannah could experience the hunting life of a nobleman here in the future.

"Your Highness, we are all Locke's colleagues. If we hunt a white deer, can we also credit it to Locke?"

Sieg asked with a smile.

He had no interest in the manor, but he could conveniently do Locke a favor.

Frida nodded. "Okay, let's have a contest to see who can hunt the white deer!"

"Alright, I won't lose to you."

Angela's competitive spirit was ignited. She patted the horse's back, and the white horse galloped away. Locke used his balance to maintain his footing.