"Solidified blood", its strong four hooves carried Merion running on the racetrack.
With a crisp sound.
Yellow sand was rolled up on the racetrack.
All the newbies, including the guards guarding with swords, opened their mouths wide and stared at each of them.
Even the horses on the racecourse instantly quieted down. They stopped eating grass and watched the galloping "Solidified Blood".
Merion gently pulled the rein in his hand.
"Solidified Blood" gave a long sharp hiss as it sped up, raising its front hooves.
It stopped steadily on the racetrack.
In its long hiss, all the horses on the racecourse raised their heads and followed it.
Merion jumped off the horse easily.
He landed on the sand briskly.
Everyone on the stage was stunned, looking at Merion and the "Solidified Blood".
"Okay!" A middle-aged and muscular man couldn't help but clap his hands. He pushed open the gate of the fence and walked into the racecourse. "'Buck Whitman', only a person like you deserve this 'Solidified Blood', and only a horse like 'Solidified Blood' deserves you."
The more than 30-year-old man was the coach of horse riding, "Monkey Sam".
"'Lion Avodo' was doing nothing more than you at your age." He gave Merion a thumb up and said, "It seems that I have nothing to teach you!"
The newbies finally came to their senses.
"'Buck Whitman', it was so wonderful just now!"
"You're on the horse with this blood-red horse. You're so handsome."
"Yes, you galloped on your horse. When you came to us, you had a feeling that the god of war had reached the mortal realm. The pressure was too strong!"
"Monkey Sam" walked to Merion's side, stroked the smooth hair of "Solidified Blood", and asked Merion, "How did you get this horse out of the stable? Even the coachman of Colosseum can't get the horse out?"
"'Solidified Blood' doesn't need to be pulled at all." Merion replied, "It resembles me very much. It is arrogant and unruly in its heart. It can't be pulled out by force. Only those who really understand it and truly admire it will it be willing to cooperate!"
"It seems that Barney's golden flower is worth it. "Monkey Sam" patted the horse's head.
"Is 'Solidified Blood' very expensive?" York cut in.
"Yes, 'Solidified Blood' is so expensive that it can buy almost all the horses on the racecourse. It's so expensive that Barney doesn't want to spend the money at all." "Monkey Sam" laughed. "The total number of this big order is 3,000 steeds, and Barney got 200 steeds. As a big order of 3,000 steeds, the seller gave this horse to Barney for free."
"3,000 horses for a Colosseum?" Merion asked in surprise.
"No. Plus the previous horses of Colosseum, it's more than enough to take 200." "Monkey Sam" said jokingly, "Recently, horse riding is popular in Cabul trade city. Those noble lords and ladies have the hobby of playing with horses. Maybe one day when you walk on the street of Cabul, you can see a baby carriage pulled by eight steeds."
"Wow, it's so luxurious." York smacked his lips and said, "This is a horse from the Tasha grassland."
"Cabul is as rich as a country. Those rich noblemen have no place to use their money. They have strange hobbies. It's not strange that they suddenly chase after the shameless dogs from some poor town." "Monkey Sam" teased, "Last time, pure water from Betty snow mountain was popular in the city, saying that it could cure all diseases."
"Monkey Sam" was one of the few talkative coaches.
The newbies burst into laughter when they heard him.
"Monkey Sam" asked the newbies to ride the horses they selected, and he guided them one by one.
"As for 'Buck Whitman', you can do whatever you want in the horsemanship class on Wednesday afternoon. If you want to ride 'Solidified Blood' out of the arena, it's the duty of the guards." "Monkey Sam" said to Merion with a smile and turned to coach the other newcomers.
York took the white horse that Merion had chosen for him and stood awkwardly beside Merion.
"York, why don't you get on the horse?" Merion held the rein of the white horse and said, "Are you afraid that you will fall? It's okay. I'll hold the rein for you first."
York said with constipation, "I'm not afraid of falling."
"Then why?"
"The horse you chose for me is a female horse!" York was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. "Your 'Solidified Blood' and the horse you picked for Desen are not female horses, but you chose female one for me."
"Really?" Merion hurried to the back of the white horse and said, "Oh, it's really a female horse."
"Just now, the others were laughing at me. They said that a thin fighter like me could only ride this kind of female horse."
"It's very rare for a female horse to be sent here, but since it can be chosen, battle ability must be fine. This horse is very calm and composed. When the guard chased the crazy horse with a stick just now, most of the other horses were shocked. It looked at it, but did not have any reaction, and continued to eat grass quietly."
"It is such a good girl. It doesn't bully others. I'm glad that it is good enough for you." Merion helped York on the white horse and said, "Don't look down upon it just because it's a female horse. The reason why the coachman can pick a female horse of Colosseum maybe because it has a special place."
"Hold the rein with your left hand, and use your right hand to take out a weapon; step on the stirrups." After saying that, Merion patted the back of the horse.
The white horse tentatively stepped forward.
She drove York forward slowly.
York, who had never ridden a horse, was so frightened that he tightly grasped the rein and firmly stepped on the stirrups.
The white horse started to walk slowly. When she reached the second circle and York was familiar with her, she began to trot slowly on the field.
Although the white horse was not tall in the group of horses, it was very agile and smooth in running.
The white horse sped up one circle after another.
Every time she finished a lap, she sped up a little. It seemed that she was teaching York horsemanship.
When she reached the sixth circle, it was obviously faster than the other newbies on the racecourse who began to learn to ride.
The snow-white and rapid figure rushed left and right among dozens of steeds, rising and falling and turning agilely.
York's expression on the horse became more and more relaxed. He grabbed the rein, stepped on the horse and smiled happily.
"Wonderful!" "Monkey Sam" praised Merion.
"Yes, York is a quick learner. He and the white horse are very cooperative."
"I mean you. I'm curious where you come from." "Monkey Sam" said, "Ordinary people rarely have the chance to get in touch with horses. How could they know so much about horses like you and help their companions pick out the best and most suitable horses? Judging from your appearance and temperament, you are not like a hostler like me who is a prisoner of war."
"I like horses very much." Merion replied with a smile, "Are you a hostler? Logically speaking, you can't sell a hostler as a prisoner of war!"
"That's the truth." "Monkey Sam" joked, "Even if we catch the chef of the enemy, we will still be sold as prisoners to make money. Fortunately, I'm a trained hostler, and I can win some battles to survive. If it's the fat chefs, then it's over. They can't even run up the arena, and it's a pile of fat."
The training was over.
York jumped off the white horse and said to Merion, "This beautiful white horse is awesome. I'm going to give it a name, 'Catching Light'."
"By the way, when you first pressed your forehead against the 'Solidified Blood', were you talking to it?" York asked curiously.
"I told it that it was my good brother, and also my good friend. If I was free, I would send it back to the Tasha grassland and back to its hometown."
"Does a beast understand?"
"Of course, I believe it can understand."
"Then what should I say to 'Catching Light'?"
"Tell it, it's like your lover, the beautiful girl you like."
York said awkwardly, "Are you kidding me?"
"No." Merion replied with a smile, "A smart horse is a human's partner. It can really understand what you are saying."