The little maid, Rose O'Hara, is now a complete follower and sycophant of James, and she can be heard exclaiming, "Master James is so good!" every day in class! "Young Master is amazing!" Something like that.

Mr. Danielle also became more and more relieved about James's schoolwork, but today, although James has always completed his homework and problems perfectly, he always looks absent-minded.

"Okay James, let's get out of class early today, there's nothing to worry about arithmetic and English at your current level, go play for a long time." You've worked really hard in the last few months, so it's a reward for you, take a half-day off! ”

O'Hara cheered excitedly and praised Mr. Danielle, the little man who was destined to be uneasy in the future. James still politely thanked Danielle and walked out of the room. He does need some time to think and deal with some issues.

"What has Victor been doing lately?" He asked O'Hara as he went downstairs.

"I guess it's the same as before, I start tidying up the garden and lawn in the morning, and I go to the stables in the afternoon." The little maid snapped her fingers and muttered. "Victor's father was really excessive, and the gardener's work was all done by his son, and he slept at home drunk every day. Master James, we haven't been to play with Victor for a long time, let's go see him together in the afternoon, okay? She shook James' arm and pleaded.

"Okay, let's go to the stables in the afternoon and look for Victor." O'Hara was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect the young master, who had never been in oil and salt recently, to agree so neatly, and he couldn't help but jump happily and followed. James is in dire need of a conversation with Victor right now, with this half-brother about their "father".

Howlett Manor has two things at most, horses and guns. In the colonial areas, whether it was the early wars with the natives, the struggle between Britain and France for territory, or the current conflicts between various manor owners over pastoral areas, force always came first.

It's a bit like a sort of separation, and the governors and governments of the colonies are happy to deepen their rule over the localities. Although the empire was powerful, the land population was limited, and the country did not have the ability to deploy enough force to maintain stability in every piece of colonial land.

Therefore, all people or forces loyal to the imperial family can recruit troops and horses on their own and enclose the land to become king. All that is needed is to pay the full amount of taxes, and the existence of the government and the significance of the law are not so important. A very famous edict of the British royal family was that as long as the treasure was presented to the queen, even pirates could be given a title of nobility.

There are two stables in the manor, the one on the east side covers a huge area, basically it can be called a horse farm, covering an area of more than 10,000 square meters, with more than 200 healthy horses, and more than 30 workers take care of it day and night.

Mr. Howlett can mobilize a hundred Western knights with guns and horses at any time, which is also the confidence of being the largest manor lord in the Midwest. In this era, such a estate was largely a military base.

The other stable, much smaller than that, with only a dozen horses, is right next to the estate. These horses are very fond of Mr. Howlett, and are usually used only as breeding stallions, except for the Howlett family's own rides. Each horse has a head height of more than 1.8 meters, a shiny coat and a strong spirit, and it is here that Victor Logan works.

"Victor, Victor Logan!" Before he could enter the stable, O'Hara began calling Victor's name. This luxurious stables are filled with ice cubes and the temperature is cool. Victor Logan was wearing a sleeveless shoulder and was grooming a tall, shiny black horse with a soft-bristled brush.

This is a stallion, and one of the best stallions in the estate, with four hooves far thicker than ordinary horses, and a thick and slender mane on his head, both in terms of the aesthetics of a man or a horse. Its name is Montenegro, and it is the meat of Mr. Howlett's heart.

Victor raised his head slightly, glanced at James and O'Hara who came in, and said hello.

James looked at Victor carefully, and didn't say anything to say hello, but O'Hara jumped up and down rubbing Montenegro's body, and asked Victor questions in a chattering manner.

And the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, Victor was only fifteen or sixteen years old this year, not only had the height of an adult, but also had an extremely wide skeleton, such a burly figure would already look like an adult man if it weren't for the childishness and thick beard on his face.

In particular, his hands are exceptionally thick, and the dimension of the wrist joints is more than two circles larger than that of ordinary men, and people who practice kung fu have roughly divided the thickness of bones into "single bone" and "double bone", and Victor is far beyond this category, and the fingers are long and thick, and the bone joints are wide as if they are about to stretch the skin, not to mention the nails that are too thick and long, which looks more like the flesh of the finger bones, or rather, this is purely the claws of a beast.

In the eyes of this former martial arts master, this body transcends all the expressions of the conditions for the cultivation of martial arts with extraordinary talents. Even more strange is that James had always heard that Montenegro was the best and fiercest stallion that few people could come close to except Mr. Howlett. In front of Victor, he was very submissive, and in James's sensitive awareness of inheriting his previous life, he could vaguely smell a faint aura lingering on Victor's body, which was more like the smell of a high-ranking predator in addition to being a warrior who had been practicing martial arts for many years or a butcher who killed the camp.

"I haven't seen you in a while, so am I sick again? Miss James. Victor spoke first, but the work did not stop.

Ignoring his sarcasm, James walked over to look at Black Mountain, leaning in and stroking the corners of his mouth. Victor subconsciously went up to stop James, but Montenegro did not resist as he imagined, and obediently lowered his head and rubbed James's small hand.

Victor looked at him strangely, and was silent for a moment.

"O'Hara, look at that pony over there." James pointed to a pure white foal inside, and O'Hara's eyes flushed with pink, and he ran over, hugging the foal's neck and touching and kissing. Victor's eyes on James became more and more different.

"Do you have to do so much work every day? I've heard that Mr. Logan's work is basically done by you. James asked seemingly casually.

"Not everybody's surname is Howlett and they don't work and eat." Victor's words were so natural, and there was no discontent or whining.

He paused for a moment, then said, "That man knows how to drink every night, and has been sleeping all day, and I am not going to do it, waiting for Mr. Howlett to drive us away?" James keenly noticed that Victor's masseter muscles bulged high in his cheeks when he mentioned "that person".

"What about him, is he good to you?" James asked a little directly, and he even regretted that he shouldn't have been in such a hurry. What is surprising is that Victor was not angry, but said with some smugness and mockery: "Hmph, when he hits me now, he doesn't feel much pain, and he can't even leave a little scar, it's useless!" ”

"So, how about keeping him away from you?"

As if startling a little beast, Victor stared at James: "What do you mean?" ”

"It's nothing, just ask, since you hate him very much, you must not want to stay with him."

Victor scoffed and looked away, "I'll go by myself when I'm older." ”

O'Hara then came over with the lovely white foal and yelled at James, "James, Master James, can I name it the White Dove?" ”

"It's a horse, why is it called a white dove?"

The little maid shouted disobediently: "No, the white dove is very cute, like a lady, please Master James!" ”

"Whatever you want, no one cares what you want to call it anyway." James said helplessly. O'Hara was content to hold the white dove and begged Victor to carry her up for a while. A few dull, sharp footsteps approached at the door of the stable, and Mr. Howlett pushed the door open. As an old man in his sixties, in this era when the average life expectancy is not high, it is already "rare", and it is even more rare to be as capable and agile as Mr. Howlett. One can imagine how strong and energetic he was when he was young.

At a glance, Mr. Howlett, who saw his little grandson, shook his gray beard and said aloud: "There are two little ones here who have skipped class!" ”