Mather settled the accounting issues of the Baron and the Dean that day. All the supplies were appraised by him, and both parties exchanged goods for goods. In the end, they were both satisfied.

Then Mather was sent to assist the priest in collecting taxes. Roger designed an armband for Mather, an artistic font "t" spelled out with white cloth strips, like a handleless sword and a famous car in later generations.

mark.

Roger told Mather that this represented "tax." Mather, like an old woman wearing a red armband, suddenly felt the change in his status from a commoner to an official, and he set off with his head held high.

The next day, Roger was about to go on routine inspection again. He saw Angelica jumping out of the door, and then seemed to realize something was wrong, and changed to ladylike steps.

Roger greeted her and encouraged her: "Do a good job!"

Angelica returned a bright smile.

Roger took out the saddle and was about to tie it on the Baron's horse, but he felt his gown being pulled. He looked back and saw that it was a "gift".

Roger said: "'Gift', don't make trouble, I'm going to go on a patrol."

But "Gift" bit the long smock and refused to let go. Roger touched the pony's neck to coax it. The pony let go, but moved closer to the saddle.

An idea popped into Roger's mind. Horses seem to be animals that can learn. Small horses seem to imitate the behavior of big horses.

He looked at the "gift". Could it be that he has been too busy recently to play with it? He has been riding the war horse for a while, making it feel that it has been left out. Does it intend to be ridden by me?

Roger has never known how to educate "gifts", but now he sees a glimmer of hope.

So Roger picked up the saddle and said to "Gift": "Then let me saddle you?"

The pony imitated the behavior of a war horse and stood still, and Roger saddled it smoothly.

When adjusting the laces, "Gift" seemed a little uncomfortable and moved a few times. Roger stopped and saw that it stood still again, then continued to adjust, and "Gift" did not refuse.

When he first put on the halter, the "gift" seemed very uncomfortable and shook his head and refused. So Roger stood still and looked at it, waiting for it to stop moving before continuing. This time the "gift" accepted it obediently.

Roger was filled with joy. He came to the left side of the pony, pedaled and said, "I'll ride up."

Roger turned over, and the pony swayed reflexively. Roger sat empty-handed and fell heavily on his butt.

Roger rubbed his butt and stood up, ready to try again.

He stroked the pony's neck and said comfortingly: "Be good, don't move."

The pony stood still. Roger stepped on the pedal and stepped hard. "Gift" stood motionless.

Roger carefully and slowly shifted his weight to his pedaling left foot, and then climbed onto his horse.

At the last moment, "Gift" quickly ducked out of the way. Roger, who was sitting empty, fell heavily again.

"Gift" shook its head and took small steps, just like playing a splashing game with Roger. It seemed to think that this was also a game and was very happy.

Roger, who struggled to get up, became angry and shouted: "I won't ride anymore, I won't ride you anymore."

Roger rubbed his butt and turned around to leave. "Gift" caught up with him and hit him with his head, as if he wanted to tell him to continue playing, but he just ignored him. "Gift" bit his blouse again.

Roger turned around and warned the pony with a serious face: "For the last time, if you get out of the way, I will never ride you again."

This time the "gift" was really good.

Roger stepped on the pedal and said, "Don't move."

So it really doesn't move.

Roger carefully got on the horse. He was so proud that "Gift" finally let him ride.

He rubbed the horse's belly with his feet, clamped his legs, shook the reins, and put the saddle on the horse. "Gift" stood motionless.

Roger realized that the pony had not yet understood the meaning of these small movements, and was still executing the command "don't move".

He was thinking about how to prompt the pony to start walking, and he thought of his father's heroic appearance on horseback.

So he learned to shake the reins and shouted: "Drive him."

The pony seemed to understand, and it rushed out suddenly.

Roger was busy adjusting his posture. He was almost thrown off the horse just now.

He shouted: "Slow down, slow down."

The pony began to accelerate.

Roger was a little panicked. He forgot how to stop and just kept running stiffly.

He shouted: "Stop! Stop!"

The pony started to run wildly.

Now Roger didn't dare to shout stop, nor did he dare to make any other moves. He was worried that the pony who didn't understand the meaning of the moves would react in a way that would hurt him.

They rushed down the gentle slope, Roger's heart was in his throat, but luckily the pony didn't lose its front hoof.

They raced along the road, passing passers-by who were scurrying away.

Roger couldn't bear it any longer. He screamed "ah, ah" like a car horn.

This seemed to make the pony even more excited. It ran wildly, as if it wanted to vent all the resentment it had accumulated some time ago at once.

Roger couldn't control the direction of the pony at all. Fortunately, "Gift" was very familiar with this place, and it ran all the way along the route Roger used to patrol. It didn't stop at all, and when it reached one place, it ran directly to the next place.

The maroon figure is like a fire truck, blaring "ah, ah" as it goes from one construction site to another.

It ran around happily in one breath, broke into the village gate, and returned to Jack Knight's house.

It stood still and neighed happily, like a courier ringing the doorbell frantically.

The baron was alarmed, and he came out to receive the delivery: a limp slug lying on the back of a horse.

Roger rested for a whole day before he recovered.

The baron warned him: "Don't rush to run fast when you first learn to ride a horse. It took me ten years to train the horse and man to become one. Riding a horse is a lifelong matter, so there is no need to rush."

Roger wanted to say: I am not in a hurry, what I am anxious about is the "gift".

But he didn't have the nerve to speak.

Roger came to the stable again. The "gift" had already been prepared and stood motionless waiting for him to get on the saddle.

Roger said to "Gift" very seriously: "You are not allowed to run around today, you must walk slowly."

"Gift" raised his head and looked at him sideways.

Then Roger felt that he was being despised, and a rage arose in his heart.

He straightened his harness, turned over and mounted.

"Gift" remained motionless, holding his head high.

The fire in his heart rushed into his brain, burning the baron's warning completely.

Roger had an impulse and shook the reins: "Ride him."

...

Roger felt that he had made great progress. For example, he could endure it longer before screaming "Ah, ah".

And when he dismounted, he became much more elegant, evolving from a slug to an ape.

He wanted to say to the baron who looked at him and shook his head: This is a huge improvement.

But he couldn't straighten his back.

The baron helped the staggering Roger into the house, as if he were supporting a dying old man.

After Angelica got off work, she came to visit Roger who was bedridden. Roger taught her massage.

"Yes, yes, right here, press it, oh~, don't stop, continue, oh~. Okay, okay, change the place, and point it downwards, yes, right here, rub it, it's too light, rub it hard, ouch

Yoyo, feel comfortable, come again."

Angelica kept her hands on her and followed Roger's instructions to relax him. She said, "The people in the village have been talking about you these past two days."

"What are you talking about?"

"Say you have a loud voice."

Roger curled his lips, this little girl can do it, she has already learned to ridicule after just a few days out of the village.

"Several veterans who have been on the battlefield also said that generally knights would shout 'Hallelujah' when charging, but only deserters would shout 'Ah, ah' randomly."
Chapter completed!