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Capítulo 42: Chapter 42: Dark Night Warhorse

The marketplace was bustling with people coming and going. Shouts from vendors filled the air on both sides of the street.

Rod scanned the stalls around him. Although it was a small market, there were plenty of people trading.

Food, drinks, clothes, furniture.

There were even slave traders selling slaves.

"Slaves! Only two gold pounds for a healthy slave!"

"Hey, sir, want to buy a few slaves?"

Rod looked at the slaves locked in cages. Most of them were strong men.

Although this world had a system of slavery, the number of slaves was actually quite small.

Most of the commoners were serfs hired by nobles.

In essence, they were still slaves, but at least nominally, it was considered a contractual relationship between employer and worker.

Only when nobles went to war and captured serfs who couldn't afford a ransom were they sold off as slaves.

Since Rod didn't have land, buying these slaves was pointless, as he'd still have to spend money feeding them.

The only potential use would be to sacrifice them, but ordinary slaves wouldn't yield much in terms of sacrifice value—just a waste of effort.

"How much are the horses?" Rod asked as he approached a horse trader.

"A regular horse is fifteen gold pounds. If it's a warhorse, then forty gold pounds."

Fifteen gold pounds? Yikes!

That was expensive! A single regular horse was worth more than two cows combined.

"How many horses do you have?"

"About fifteen. Ten regular horses and five warhorses."

Fifteen horses should be enough.

Rod nodded, making a decision. He waved his hand and said, "I'll take them all, but I don't have enough gold on me. I'd like to trade for them."

"Barter? That works!" The horse trader was momentarily stunned but didn't refuse. As long as the price was right, gold or goods made no difference to him.

Rod pulled out a delicate wooden box from his pocket.

He opened it and wound a small mechanism inside.

A clear, melodious tune started playing from the box, immediately captivating the previously indifferent horse trader.

"This is called a music box. It's a treasure from an ancient land. I'll trade it for your horses."

The horse trader, mesmerized by the small figures dancing in time with the music inside the box, didn't hesitate for a moment and agreed.

Such a fine piece of craftsmanship could be sold to the rich and powerful nobles for much more than a dozen horses—he could probably get a hundred horses for it if he wanted.

This guy must be a fool, he thought to himself.

Once the trade was done, the horse trader ran off in a hurry, afraid that Rod might change his mind.

"I'm not going to take it back," Rod muttered, shaking his head.

He then toured the entire market, exchanging modern crafts for all the horses from every horse trader.

Of course, none of them felt like they'd lost out on the deal.

What were simple modern crafts in today's world became rare treasures in this underdeveloped era, each one priceless.

Before coming here, Rod had prepared by purchasing a large batch of intricately made crafts, spending tens of thousands of dollars on a thousand items.

He wouldn't run out anytime soon.

Taking the dozens of horses to a secluded spot, Rod prepared for a sacrifice.

"Offer!"

With a flash of deep light, all the horses vanished, leaving behind a black whistle in Rod's hand.

"Huh?"

He stared at the whistle, confused. Sacrificing dozens of horses had given him this? What was the meaning of it?

Curious, he brought the whistle to his lips and blew lightly.

A long, eerie note echoed out, and a dark mist suddenly enveloped the area.

Neigh!

A deep, powerful neigh echoed through the mist.

Thud, thud, thud!

From within the thick fog, a pitch-black warhorse slowly stepped forward.

Its sleek, black coat was like ink spreading through water, smooth and glossy.

Rod estimated the horse to be nearly two meters tall—taller than he was by a good margin.

It must weigh at least 1,200 kilograms, far heavier than the average purebred horse.

Its large bones and strong, muscular build were clearly visible, and its entire body was covered in a dark blue armor that shielded every joint and vital area.

Its eyes glowed with a menacing red light, and on its forehead was a sharp iron horn, as deadly as a blade.

Rod looked at this warhorse, which exuded an aura of violence and slaughter like a weapon of war, and couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Judging by its imposing presence alone, this horse was no ordinary breed.

A regular warhorse wouldn't stand a chance—it would be trampled to death by a single charge.

Neigh!

The black horse shook its head and approached Rod, lowering itself obediently, its front legs bending as it bowed.

Rod stroked the horse, barely able to hide his joy.

Horses, like cars and women, were irresistible to most men.

One could be ridden, the other driven.

It was the primal desire for conquest ingrained in every man.

"What should I name you..."

Rod rubbed his chin, looking at the horse's jet-black coat.

It had emerged from the darkness, its coat as dark as the deepest night.

"I'll call you 'Dark Night.'"

Rod mounted the horse and gave the reins a gentle tug.

Without needing any further commands, the Dark Night warhorse, as if understanding his thoughts, instantly sped up, galloping at full speed.


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