Zombie King of Blood Race

Listening to their ignorant conversation, Master Tom sneered again and said, "What good horses, huh, take a closer look and see if those horses are really good horses?"

What is not a good horse?

Could it be that………

Are the knights riding on pack horses?

Don't lie to them, they can see clearly that it is definitely not a draft horse.

Thinking of this, they turned their gazes to Master Tom at the same time. Everyone's eyes were focused and burning, waiting for Master Tom to clarify.

Seeing that everyone saw him, Master Tom, whose vanity was satisfied, coughed lightly and said slowly: "Tsk, that's not a good horse, and of course it's not a pack horse. If you think about it carefully, you can see that it's impossible for knights to ride a pack horse. It's a war horse!!"

"War horse?"

"What kind of horse is a war horse?"

"Better than a good horse?"

Tsk, what a bunch of ignorant bumpkins.

After hearing everyone's comments, Master Tom, who was full of slander, said triumphantly after secretly mocking: "War horse is a kind of horse that is much better than good horse."

"Wow, better than a good horse?"

"That doesn't mean it's more expensive than a fine horse?"

"Oh, my God, more expensive than a good horse."

"That's not, that's not..."

"Master Tom, is it true that war horses are more expensive than the best horses?"

"Yes, yes, Master Tom, tell me quickly, how much does this kind of war horse cost more than a fine horse?"

"How much? Huh, if you don't eat or drink for the rest of your life, maybe you can buy a war horse like this."

From five to sixty pounds.

According to his observations, the horses these knights ride are definitely not the kind of inferior war horses that can be bought for only five pounds, but good-bred war horses that require at least thirty pounds to buy one .

Even if he was such a war horse, he would have to go without food or drink for nearly ten years to buy one, let alone other people in the village.

"So expensive?"

"Oh my God!"

"Master Tom, are the horses that the knights ride on this kind of war horse?"

Having said that, looking back at the team that was slowly approaching them, complex expressions flashed across everyone's eyes.

More than 40 knights means more than 40 horses. If each horse costs more than [-] pounds...

No, no, they are a little dizzy.

Thinking that these dozens of war horses alone were worth a thousand pounds, everyone felt a little weak, their hearts beat fast and they lost their minds.

Is this the nobility?

No wonder Master Tom wants to be a nobleman so much. If this is the nobleman, they want to be too! ! !

"Don't look, don't look, the adults are coming soon, and those who plan to take care of the horses? Follow me."

"Soup, Master Tom."

"what?"

"I, I'm a little scared."

"Afraid?" First he glanced at the man with the eyes of a poor man being a poor man, and he really couldn't get on the big stage. Master Tom gritted his teeth and said, "If it wasn't for your father's sake, you thought you would get this rare gift." An opportunity for the adults to get close to each other? You can think about it, if you really don't want to..."

"No, no, no, Mr. Tom, you misunderstood. I mean, the horses of the knights are so expensive, and some of them, some of them, I dare not handle."

What if he accidentally hurt those precious horses?

What should the horse do if he didn't take care of it?

You must know that it is not an ordinary pack horse, but a war horse that will last his entire life.

He can't afford it.

Well, he can't afford to accompany even the pack horse, but taking care of the pack horse makes him feel relieved, doesn't it?

Seeing that the other party was not retreating, Master Tom was slightly relieved, but the other party's unpromising appearance made Master Tom furious, and at the same time he said mockingly: "Oh, you think those expensive horses will Leave it to you to serve?"

Speaking of this, he pointed to the children who were about the same age as Trent in the team, and Master Tom said again: "See those followers, the adults will only be in charge of their war horses, and you will only be in charge of those."

After saying this, Master Tom pointed to the team of pack horses at the end of the team.

Following the direction of Master Tom's finger, looking at the team of pack horses at the end of the team, the man not only did not feel disappointed, but also beamed with joy.

It's not like a war horse.

Not everyone is as worthless as this person. When they heard that the horses they tended were not war horses, these people had more or less disappointed expressions on their faces.

It turns out that they are not serving horses!

Does that mean that they can't get in touch with those knight adults?

Not missing the flash of disappointment on their faces, Master Tom snorted coldly in his heart.

What a wishful thinking.

Just like them, still want to get the appreciation of the adults?

Really stop dreaming.

Without intending to enter the village, when they reached the open space outside the village, the leading team of knights stopped, and as they stopped, the huge and slow convoy behind them also stopped.

Before the convoy stopped, the servants on both sides of the convoy and its master started to get busy.

They not only organized the fleet neatly, but also used the resources in their hands to quickly create a comfortable rest environment for their owners.

Among the five four-wheeled carriages, the most precious wine jars and various materials for making weapons are respectively installed.

The other fifty pack horses carried various household items of the owner of the team, Earl Richard.

These household items include not only detachable beds, sheets, rugs, furs, mattresses, wardrobes, catering, kitchen utensils and candles, but also movable altars and chapel facilities.What's more, some nobles even carry glass windows with them. Fortunately, Earl Richard did not bring glass windows. Whether he didn't want to bring them or didn't have them at all is beyond our scope of consideration.

He set up the tent neatly, and after the tent was set up, these servants and retinues began to get busy again without stopping.

The detachable bed was reassembled in the tent. After the bed was assembled, the sheets and bedding were laid out one by one. After all these were prepared, the servants left the tent.

The movement was quick, and in a short while, the large open space was filled with tents, and the tense and busy atmosphere just now eased down.

As early as when the servants and entourages were busy, the butler called Master Tom and the others over. Looking at the villagers following Master Tom, the butler frowned, and then ordered some servants and knights to be called. come over.

Do those people really know how to hunt?

Or use your own people to rest assured.

He didn't want to delay his master's meal because of these people.

Let the man in charge of hunting lead the retinues and knights, let the man in charge of handling the horses follow the stablekeeper to tend the horses, and let the servants lead the boys to find the cook. After all these people are assigned, the The big butler then turned to look at Master Tom.

Subconsciously bowing and smiling, Master Tom looked expectantly at the butler.

"Let's leave it at that, I'll call you again if something happens."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"You go back first!"

"Yes, yes, yes, eh?"

Wait, what did he say?

go back?

He actually let him go back?

Where is the Earl?

He hasn't seen the Earl yet, why did he let him go back?

Why is this different from what he thought?

Watching the butler turn and leave in a daze, Master Tom froze on the spot with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Standing in the canopy, looking down the hillside from a distance, the team stationed in the open space, unlike ordinary people who can only vaguely see a silhouette, Tausig who can see clearly raised his eyebrows slightly .

Are they moving?

Why did everything come out?

One didn't want to join in the fun, and the other was afraid that the other party would steal the limelight, so the two 'hit it off', so one didn't call, and the other pretended not to know.

Therefore, compared with the busy people, Tausig was much freer. He even had time to go to the canopy to watch the excitement of the people in the most leisurely way.

He only glanced at the pack horses and the carriage, then looked away, and Tausig then turned his gaze to the knights, or the armor on his body.

It is no different from the medieval knights seen in Tausig's TV movies. It is all iron armor. Although these armors look very bright, they are definitely not light.

Tausig didn't care how heavy the armor was, though, what he cared about was—not chainmail.

When he first saw this group of knights, Tausig discovered that the armor worn by these knights was not chain mail, and there was no chain mail inside the armor.

Is it because there is no chain mail in this era, or is chain mail too expensive for everyone to wear?

Tausig is not interested in this.

Because whether it is the armor that is more easily penetrated by arrows, or the chain mail that is less likely to be penetrated by sharp blades, it will not cause him much hindrance, and he can easily tear it open with his hands.

He didn't have any ambitions, and he didn't want to advance the world's weapons process, so as to dominate the world. Tausig turned his attention to the horses under the crotches of the knights.

I always feel that something is wrong.

What is wrong?

After thinking for a long time and looking at it for a long time, Tausig finally discovered its strangeness.

There are no stirrups.

Yes, just no stirrups.

Although there are saddles on the horses, there are no stirrups, and the legs of the knights are suspended in mid-air.

Neither chain mail nor stirrups?

Is this world a bit too backward?

Sighing is sighing, just as Tausig does not intend to advance the world's weapons process, he also does not intend to 'invent' such things as stirrups, and he continues to look at everyone.

They didn't know that someone was hiding in the tree and observing them, and everyone was doing the work in their hands in an orderly manner.

The baker is baking the bread, the ingredients are mixing the ingredients, the sommelier is pouring the slightly cloudy red wine into the jug, and the person in charge of the tablecloths is spreading the tablecloths embroidered with beautiful patterns that have already been prepared on the servants. On the long table that people just took from the carriage.

After the tablecloth was laid, small napkins were placed in front of each position. After the napkins, the servants put plates, bowls, metal or wooden wine glasses, knives and spoons on the napkins.

Why no forks?

It's not that Tausig has never eaten Western food, so he wondered why the other party didn't put a fork.

You know, isn't the most famous way to eat Western food is to use a knife and fork?

After waiting for a long time, the busy servants did not see the forks put on the table. Instead, they put the brass wide-mouth jug designed as a lion and a bird, a large flagon, a salt shaker, and a seasoning dish on the table in turn.

Tausig didn't know that the world and this era are not without forks, but people only use forks when they take food for themselves from the public plate, and because many people are used to taking food for themselves from the public plate with a knife, so Over time, the dinner fork was abandoned by everyone.

In addition to the lack of forks on the table, Tausig also found that not every seat has a wine glass, dinner plate, or dinner bowl, and more places have a wine glass, dinner plate, or dinner bowl between two positions.

Tausig frowned at this.

Looking at this posture, don't they still have to share wine glasses, dinner plates, and dinner bowls?

Probably not!

The facts tell Tausig—

Will do.