Section 40 Search

The mule and horse market in Brassian City is located in the west gate of the city, very close to the city gate. In fact, it is better to say that this market is outside the city than to say that this market is outside the city. Because the place in the city is too small, most of the horses are actually placed outside the city.

Although Bracian City is really a small town with only a few thousand households, the horse market is not small. This is because this small town is located on a very important trade route. In the operation of the caravan, the loss of horses is far greater than that of the employees. If a person suffers from a minor illness and suffers from minor injuries, he can hold on. However, if a horse suffers from illness and is injured, it will be completely stopped. Therefore, if a caravan suffers from horse injuries, he must replace the horses.

But on the other hand, if these injured horses are properly treated and cared for, most of them can recover from their health. On the one hand, there is indeed a considerable demand. On the other hand, buying injured horses at a low price and selling them at high prices after raising them is indeed a way to make money, so this naturally brings prosperity to the horse market.

However, this so-called "prosperity" is also relatively speaking. After all, Bracian City is just a small city. Although its horse market far exceeds the normal scale of such small cities, it cannot be compared with that of big cities at all. At least, Ashurufat spent a whole day carefully looking at every horse that can be found here, but he could never find a suitable product.

Before, he found that he actually had the vision of a horse. This shows that he must have had a long-term dealing with a horse in the past.

It was already afternoon. The horse market had begun to become sparse. At least half of the customers were still lingering in the market, and the shouting of merchants gradually became lower.

Ashrufate walked up to a horse. It was a zebra, tall and long neck like a snake. It was a good horse, but it was just a good horse. This was the most cost-effective horse he found in one day - this good horse was quoting 400 gold coins. He touched the zebra's head and sighed. As the horse's quality improved, the price went up like a meteor. Even if he really found a BMW, he might not be able to afford it.

It must be noted that because he has been wandering in this horse market for a long time, the merchants who sell horses have ignored his existence. As long as they are a businessman, they have some gaze on people. It is easy for them to judge which people are just wandering around and which are potential customers.

"Ash Rufate?!" As Ash Rufate sighed while touching the zebra, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

He turned his head and saw an old man with gray hair and energetic hair. Although the old man had no ornaments on his neck, the black fur coat without any hair on his body clearly showed his wealth than anything else. If someone was so distracted that he could not see this, he could at least see three or four servants in gorgeous uniforms following the old man.

"Baron Raoul?" Ashu Rufate recognized the other party. Not long ago, he had attended the dance party. Of course, something extra happened to that dance party. "Sir Baron, I'm glad to see you."

"I'm glad to see you, young man." The Baron came over enthusiastically. "You want to buy a horse?"

"Yeah, actually..."

"Buy horses at this time, aren't you planning to participate in the spring horse racing?" Baron Raoul said jokingly. In fact, he said this sentence completely casually and had no profound meaning, but Ashu Rufate nodded.

"Are you really going to participate in the horse racing?" Baron Raoul was a little surprised. "Young man, I know what you think. Actually, the same was true when I was young, but as a veteran, I feel it is necessary to give you a piece of advice."

"oh."

"Actually, this competition is not that simple... how to say it." said the Baron. "Although this is just a competition in a small place, because the competition bounty is very high, there are often many contestants from other places, many famous horses and horses. Every time, strong people gather. To be honest, it is impossible to win a horse bought in such a place."

Ashu Rufate completely agreed with this view.

"But even if you have a real horse, it is not a good choice to participate in the competition. Every year, many good horses are injured in the competition, or even disabled. I still remember that Sir Dicks's BMW fell in the competition last year. That horse is a real good horse, with the blood of an elf war horse. It used to be the best and most popular horse in the entire province. Before it participated in the competition and fell, someone once bought it at a high price of 20,000 gold Oly. Of course, the horse is only worth 500 gold Oly... Its horse's hooves are lame, and its value is to breed."

"That's right..."

"Actually, I know that it's hard to change your mind if I say something." The Baron patted his shoulder kindly. "It's the same for young people, and I was the same back then. But as an elderly person, this is my duty."

Ash Rufate owed her to show her gratitude.

"Sir Baron, I want to ask the horse you mentioned just now..."

"Dix's poor little mare? It used to be worth at least 20,000 gold coins - I say that because someone offered this price and Sir Dix refused to sell it. It used to be the big hit of last year's horse racing... but now it's no more than five hundred - this is Sir Dix's offer, but no one has been willing to pay it so far."

"A horse of noble blood, even if it is used for breeding, is more than this price."

"Oh, that's the different value in everyone's eyes. Maybe some horse breeding experts will have a higher value in the eyes of it." The Baron replied. "But for most of us, we don't buy horses just for breeding."

"Thank you for your opinion." Ash Rufate said. A horse with the blood of an elf war horse? As he recalled this, a light of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. It seemed that many scattered memories suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind and wanted to jump to the surface of consciousness. But unfortunately, just like what had happened before, just when he felt that he could only remember it a little, the light of inspiration suddenly disappeared. His mind was still empty and he could not remember anything.

He has now gradually understood this phenomenon of flashing inspiration. This situation seems to be completely accidental on the surface and suddenly appears inexplicably, but in fact it should be a key point that activated some of his past memories. However, the power of these activations is not great enough, so every time there is a state of "it seems to remember something", but in fact he knows nothing.

If he is not wrong, the key point of activation this time is the "elf-war horse". I have...had an elf-war horse? Or at least a good horse with the blood of an elf-war horse?

Elf war horses are a rare thing. The Tulans and elves maintain a long-term trade relationship. Sometimes they can buy elves war horses. This kind of horse is a real good breed. Not only is it slender and beautiful, but it also has extremely outstanding performance in the combination of speed, endurance and strength. Unfortunately, there are too few such horses, because elves are rarely willing to sell their excellent war horses to humans. Therefore, horses that inherit the blood of elves are generally high-value and rare good horses, which can only be afforded by great nobles or rich people.

It is naturally difficult for ordinary people to have a good horse with the blood of an elf war horse, but it is not impossible for mercenaries. To be honest, if you have good luck, kill or capture an enemy with noble status on the battlefield and seize his mount, it is not too outrageous.

"By the way, Lord Baron, you are here to..."

"Of course it's to buy a few horses." Baron Raoul was straightforward. "My granddaughter is going to accompany her mother on a long journey, so I want to buy a few suitable carriages."

While speaking, a servant in uniform ran over. "Sir, I have found some better horses," he reported to Baron Raoul. "It is mountain horses from the north. I promise you that they may not run fast, but they are absolutely steadily pulling the car."

"Young man, it seems I have to say goodbye." The Baron said to Ashu Rufate. The two broke up politely and said goodbye.

An elf war horse. Ashu Rufate said to himself again in his heart. He had already visited the venue where the horse racing competition was about to be held yesterday - in fact, it was a mountainous area. It was a mid-range cross-country race, which was a very strict test for both people and horses. Then again, horses with high comprehensive quality like elf war horses are really the most suitable horses on the field. But that horse is already lame. Wait, that horse is just lame?

He turned around and left the horse market.

...

It was getting dark.

It was late winter and early spring, and the temperature changes were very obvious. Especially at night, you can clearly feel the temperature rise every day. After half a month, spring will come.

"We can't just wait like this." Xingke said in a very firm tone. "If you continue like this, you will sit and wait for death."

The two sisters were sitting in the living room on the first floor, beside them was the fireplace. The flames in the fireplace dyed their bodies dark red, and even their natural silver hair looked red.

"But, sister, Ashu Rufat said he would find a way."

"He is different from us." Xingke replied. "He can get out of here, but we can't. Even if we run away, Aunt Mary will be implicated."

If their research on black magic was exposed, no one knew how much this case would involve Aunt Mary. Xingke didn't want to know the answer to this question at all.

"But he..."

"Don't 'him', 'him'!" Xing Ke said. At this moment, it was too late and he was staying at his own house, so the two sisters did not wear makeup and were completely plain. Only now can we find that their faces were so young that they did not match their age. "We cannot rely entirely on Ashu Rufate."

In fact, the two sisters themselves don't know why. Their goal in studying black magic is to discover a path to "correctly use" black magic energy. Because manipulating black magic energy in the usual way will affect and change the spirit and health of the magician (as people usually know, on the one hand, it distorts the magician's mind, and on the other hand, it makes them appear an unnatural youth). The two sisters are determined to find a way to avoid this influence while using black magic energy. They are experimenters and those who are experimenters. Whether in theory or practice, they have reason to believe that the black magic energy has not affected their bodies, but the facts seem to be slapping the face.

In this regard, they can only think that it is the consequence of a failed experiment, or that they failed to prepare for protection in this area when they first came into contact with the black magic energy.

"I have a last method." Xingke said.
Chapter completed!