"Bring the scarlet maned one." Adam ordered and his men went into the field. Some minutes later, they came out with a tall, dreadfully handsome centrak with pitch black body and burning red mane and feathers at its feet. It looked like an emperor of horses and had a certain air around it as it walked toward them.
"That's a diamond-ranked centrak. It's a gift."
Asher was stunned.
How could Adam gift him a warmount worth over a thousand gold coins for free! The bone-like protrusions that came out of the red maned centrak's knees were twice as big as the others, making it deadlier than others.
No matter how Asher looked at it, this warmount is worth more than everything he brought here to trade with.
"The red mane makes it a cursed creature. No one in Bashan would ride that horse because of that." Katarina whispered into his ears.
'I see.' Asher nodded inwardly.
