Chapter 709: Chapter 244: Ten Magic Ores (10,000) (4)
Of course, one major reason is because of Guy’s order — they must be fed with premium feed.
Grains like barley and oats, protein-based feeds like peas, soybean al, fish al, at bone al, other feeds like wheat bran and mineral-based feeds like salt...
Especially in terms of processing difficulty, fish al and at bone al are far above ordinary food!
Fish al is a high-protein feed ingredient made from various fish after oil removal, dehydration, and pulverization.
at bone al is similar.
It’s processed from poultry and livestock bones, at scraps, entrails, and other at through multiple steps.
You could even say.
The fine feed these warhorses eat daily is entirely comparable to the townsn’s daily food consumption.
Looking at the warhorses in front of him, Lynn’s heart was full of affection.
Their quantity directly relates to a lord’s military strength.
Unfortunately.
Until now, he still hasn’t found a breeding trainer who can cultivate warhorses.
Moreover, with no wars, aside from being used for riding by a few,
all the warhorses are turned over to Guy’s ranch for grazing and breeding.
If they were to be managed and bred by those soldiers,
perhaps no need to wait for a war for cavalry to ride out on a campaign.
These warhorses would be starved to just skin and bones.
Professional matters should be handled by professional people.
Lynn has always agreed with this principle.
If a war were to truly break out, the existence of the Outpost Fortress and watchtower was established to prepare for engaging with the enemy within the territory.
The soldiers can completely march to the ranch, mount their warhorses, and proceed to fight.
As Lynn was observing the warhorses, footsteps approached from afar.
Lynn turned to look, a guard was striding towards him.
Under the gaze of Lynn and Red, the guard stopped four or five ters in front of him.
The guard bent over and opened his mouth, "Master, a rchant nad Zod Brown has arrived in the territory."
"Because the goods he brought are sowhat unusual, Mr. George said you need to personally conduct the transaction..."
Listening to the guard’s words, Lynn’s eyebrows instantly raised.
He spoke to the guard, "I understand, tell George I’ll co right away."
The guard, hearing this, bowed and retreated.
He placed the wooden bucket used for feed on the ground, then walked to the nearby trough to wash it.
He stepped toward outside the ranch.
Zod Brown!
How long has it been?
Lynn almost couldn’t rember.
Fortunately, this guy finally ca to his territory again.
At this mont, he had many questions he wanted to ask Zod.
As he walked out of the ranch, Lynn quickened his pace, heading back in the direction of the town.
About ten minutes later.
Before even entering Lord’s Square, Lynn could see from afar the coaches parked in the square.
And in front of the coaches, standing there, a tall and slender figure in a brocade robe.
Even before getting closer, Lynn could clearly know that the figure was Zod Brown.
But what puzzled Lynn was, whether it was a misconception or not, he felt compared to the last two etings, Zod seed even thinner.
Striding forward, Lynn moved towards him.
As Lynn ca near, George, who had been standing with Zod, turned his gaze to Lynn.
He quickly stepped forward to welco him.
Upon reaching Lynn’s side, George bent slightly, respectfully explaining: "Master, Mr. Zod has arrived, bringing goods with him..."
Lynn nodded, "Mm, I understand, let
handle it."
Listening to Master Lynn’s calm words, George felt a sense of inexplicable security.
That feeling was like as long as Lynn was there, everything wasn’t a problem.
George ceased speaking, walked slowly a few steps, following behind Lynn.
Zod naturally also saw Lynn; he smiled gently and stepped forward two paces to show respect.
Looking at Zod’s deeply sunken cheeks, Lynn was sowhat surprised.
Compared to the first ti eting him, when he was elegant and gracious, the current Zod seed like a different person.
As a rchant who understands reading people, Zod didn’t need Lynn to ask.
He spoke first: "Master Lynn doesn’t need to be surprised, I’ve encountered so incidents leading to this state."
Lynn curiously repeated Zod’s words: "Incidents?"
"Mr. Zod, if you don’t mind, shall we discuss this in the tavern?"
Perhaps because Zod had been standing for a long ti, or perhaps because his body was too frail.
Lynn clearly saw Zod’s body tremble noticeably.
That feeling was like a normal man, being repeatedly drained by a group of strong won for days and nights.
Zod smiled, "That couldn’t be better, Master Lynn."
Lynn extended his right hand, gesturing courteously, as the two walked side by side toward the tavern.
As they walked, Zod explained, "It seems Master Lynn is curious about why I’ve changed so abruptly?"
Lynn didn’t mask anything, "Of course, Mr. Zod."
"You now, and the you in my mory, completely look like two different people."
The forr Zod, although tall and thin, was full of Essence Qi.
Zod smiled helplessly, saying: "Indeed, I’ve changed a lot."
"But the reason is, I almost died in the Forest of Oblivion!"
Lynn raised an eyebrow, "Forest of Oblivion?"
He clearly rembered, there were rumors about the primordial forest in the southern depths of the Portlands Empire — the Forest of Oblivion.
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