Chapter 5: The White Horse and the Boy (Part II)

"Hey, I stole Dabai out!" Roy shouted with some excitement, and although he lowered his voice, his childish voice reached Surya's ears clearly.

Old Hank's face crumpled into orange peel, and he untied his cloak and wrapped it around Roy.

On the riverside in May, it is still a little cool, and the bear child's nose is frozen red.

"Take me to the Morning Star!"

Roy urged him.

"Shut up, little bunny."

Old Hank said angrily. He stepped forward and tried to stroke the big white horse's mane, but the other man snorted, took a step back, and looked at him warily.

This brute! Old Hank scolded in his heart, what's wrong with Lao Tzu touching you?

"Don't be afraid, Dabai, he's a good person." Roy hurriedly reassured, "He'll take us to a more spacious place, where you can run as much as you want, right?" ā€

He looked at Old Hank expectantly.

Old Hank suddenly noticed that the child's eyes were shining, and at the same time, the gold coins he had prepared were heavy, and he felt like he couldn't take them out.

After a moment of distraction, he made his decision.

"Go back, take this horse and the broken stone for you."

With that, he turned to leave.

"How's that going to work!"

Roy rushed over and grabbed his hand.

"You promised me! You're a person, you're still an adult, how can you talk and not count? ā€

The child had tears in his eyes and a pouting mouth, as if he was about to cry out at the slightest disagreement.

"I—" Old Hank burst into tears.

Think that my old Hank has been living for most of his life, how many people have suffered dumb losses and dare not speak out, and today he has to fold it into the hands of a child?

He wanted to shake off this guy fiercely, but when he saw the other party's appearance, he was deflated.

"Let's just think Mia is punishing me......" Old Hank thought he was unlucky, and sat down on the ground.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Oh." Roy wiped away his tears and sat down beside him obediently, his face immediately turning to a light rain.

Old Hank glanced at him, a hint of memory on his face.

"Morningstar City is home to the Empire's largest comprehensive academy, the 'Morrowind Academy', and is known as the 'Essence of the Empire' because it sends a variety of talents to the Empire every year. Although there are knight courses among them, most of them are knights who participated in battles or military activities. On the other hand, the Knight Academy of Thorn Flower specializes in producing outstanding riders who often appear at festivals and competitions.

Every five years, Morning Star hosts a grand equestrian competition at Downton Abbey on the outskirts of the city, attracting countless visitors. In addition to the high prize money, the winner of the competition can also receive a gold medal awarded by the king himself, and since then he has become a member of high society, which is really enviable. ā€

At this point, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you understand all this?" ā€

Roy nodded, and shook it quickly. "I've heard from my father, but he doesn't make it as clear as you say. He said that every five years a fool of the pants would throw a large amount of gold coins on the ground, and all of them would be swept into the king's pocket. ā€

"Hahaha......" Old Hank couldn't help but laugh. The owner of the racecourse is such a wonderful man, and it is clear that he has lost money in horse betting, which is why he is so cynical.

Indeed, watching horse racing and betting on horses was the favorite sport of the Morning Star aristocracy, which was not only a fad, but also brought good income to the empire.

"My father was also a horse farm owner, just over there in Heard, and then the business was not good and went out of business, so I went to Morningstar to work hard." Old Hank sighed: "Who hasn't had a dream when they were young? I also look forward to the day when I will be able to ride a tall horse, meet the king with cheers and applause, kiss his shoes, and receive the gold medal he has given me......"

"Did you kiss it?" Roy asked.

Old Hank shook his head. "I don't have that much money to pay for tuition, so I can only become a knight servant, responsible for brushing the horses and feeding the horses every day, and when the knight master is not free, he takes the horse around and bends, and he can't even ride it."

"So you came to buy Dabai, do you want to go back to the competition! And then, and then pro-king's shoes? ā€

Roy couldn't help but jump and dance excitedly.

"Shhhhhhhhh "Why, it's not a fairy tale."

Recalling the next thing, he was a little interested, so he brushed it off.

"Later, because of something, I was forced to leave Morning Star, and after so many years, I have long forgotten those ambitions. A week ago I passed by your stable, and saw that this horse had bright hair and well-proportioned muscles, and I couldn't help but look closer, and found that it was indeed a good horse, but it was a pity that your father would not sell it to me, saying that even if the horse died in the stable, it would not be allowed to be sent to the Morning Star, and I ridiculed him for being like an old hen guarding her cubs, wasting a good horse in vain, and then we had an argument. ā€

"So...... Dabai is powerful, right? Roy touched his horsehair and asked angrily.

Old Hank smiled noncommittally, feeling that he had satisfied the child's vanity and that it was time to leave.

"Alright, I'm leaving, you can go back early with your horse."

"No way!" Roy grabbed him again.

"Huh?"

"You said you were going to take me and Dabai to the Morning Star? Your words don't count! You lie! ā€

Seeing that Roy was about to cry again, old Hank had no choice but to say, "Stinky boy, don't you understand what I mean?" Whether it's going to be a rider or going to a race, it costs money, a lot of money. What's more, you're too young to let you live in Morningstar for six or seven years, grow enough to be a qualified rider, and ask for more money, and your dad can't make up that much money even if he sells this horse farm. ā€

After listening, Roy froze, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Feeling the other party's hand relax slightly, Old Hank sighed.

"Listen to me, kid, it's a game played by rich people, you can honestly help your dad take care of this horse farm, and ride this horse around and run when you have time, and not every good horse can step on the track."

"That'...... What if, if I don't go, just go to the big white? Roy asked timidly.

"What?"

"I mean," the child reluctantly touched the horse's mane, as if he had made up his mind. "If you only take Dabai, can you participate in that competition? And then, and then let it run to the first place? ā€

"No one would dare to pack a ticket for this, but if I take it to the Morning Star, I'll find the best rider for it, if it's competitive enough......"

"Dabai will be angry, it's very powerful!" Roy glared at him angrily.

Old Hank pouted, he was so strange tonight.

"Go back, child, your father also cherishes this horse, you shouldn't sneak out, wait until you are older."

"No, he doesn't like Dabai at all! He didn't let Dabai leave the racecourse! Roy shouted, "Da Bai obviously likes to run so much, and you lied to me again!" ā€

As he spoke, he began to cry, his voice especially clear in the silent night.

Old Hank wanted to comfort him, but he caught a glimpse of a few fires in the direction of the town, apparently someone with a torch chasing him along the way. He remembered that he had watched this boy come from the river on horseback, and the hoof prints were very distinct.

"You've been discovered, stinky boy, go back." He urged, and if he continued like this, he might be mistaken for someone.

Roy stopped crying and looked back blankly.

"How did they find me?"

"How do I know that?"

At this moment, Da Bai seemed to feel the breath of the same kind, or the tremor of the earth made it startle, and let out a hiss.

Old Hank knew he couldn't drag it any longer, so he turned and ran.

"Hey!!"

Roy chased two steps and found that his little short legs couldn't catch up with the other party at all.

"Dabai, lie down!"

The white-maned horse obediently lay down and let Roy ride on top of him.

……

Old Hank was running when he suddenly heard the clatter of horses' hooves behind him.

"Chasing so fast??" He was shocked, and glanced back in a hurry.

"You're insane!!"

He couldn't hold back his scolding, and it was Roy who chased him.

"Come up! Let's go to the Morning Star! ā€

"You're big! Which identity is not enough for me to go to jail, horse thief or human trafficker? Little Ancestor, I beg you, go home obediently. "Old Hank felt more and more that he was not normal today, and that he had been tossed back to life by a bear child.

"Dabai must go to Morningstar, it can't die of old age in Ximu Town!"

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Old Hank knew that he had nothing to talk to about the bear boy, so he decided to take control of the horse and go back to the town guard to make it clear.

But just as he was about to mount his horse, a black shadow slammed into front of the two men with a strong wind, and the white-maned horse stagnated, his front hooves were raised high, and Roy Kankan on his back was overturned, and then a hand held him.

"Be careful."

Shocked, Roy felt that this gentle voice was somewhat familiar.