Angelo looked down at her toes and hummed in a low voice: "Actually... I just like being a horseman."

"Hmm?" Winters wondered: "Why?"

According to monk Reed, the status of the horseherds in the Dussa society was not high. Most of the time, Dusak, who was punished or Dusak, who could not go into battle, was assigned to be a horseherd.

"Because I can ride a horse as a horseman, I'm happy enough to ride a horse." Angelu whispered: "I don't have a war horse myself. If I don't become a horseman, I can't ride a horse, so I don't want to be a guard in the town."

Winters smiled: "Boy, is it enough to ride a horse?"

"It's enough." The little horse shrugged.

Winters thought about it and decided to persuade the ponytail in another way: "You Dusak are going to prepare your own horses, right?"

"When you are on duty, your boss will buy some money." Angelou replied in a low voice.

"Is that money enough to buy a war horse?"

Angelo lowered her head and her voice became even smaller: "Not enough."

"What should you do? You don't have a war horse and no equipment, so you can't go..." Winters paused for a moment: "...When you are on a job, can you still receive the field? "

Angelu stopped talking, half-year-old was immature and almost cried after being said a few words.

Winters ran the railway while it was hot: "You don't have money to get a horseman, but you have a salary when you work as a servant in the town. When you work as a servant in the town, you can save your salary, although you can't ride a horse at the moment. But when you reach the age of twenty, the money you save and the money you sent to you for horse purchase should be enough to buy a war horse, and you can go to work as a war horse. When you come back from the first term of service, you will be the real Dusak, with your own land, war horses, and family..."

Angelo cried out with a "wow" and nodded and agreed to go to town to "work".

"Why are you crying?" Winters rubbed the ponytail's hair helplessly: "It's not that you won't let you get on the saddle anymore. I can lend you the red mane to ride."

"My mother..." Angelo sobbed: "... When my mother passed away, she was hoping that I would become Dusak. I originally thought that I would never become Dusak in my life..."

Winters was also a little sad. He pinched the ponytail's shoulder and said nothing.

"And...sir..." Angelo wiped his tears hard: "Don't be too tired of Rerik, take good care of it. Tellerqing is gone, and the only stallion in the village's horse herd will be Rerik...but you don't care about it at all..."

"I don't care about the red mane..." Winters was so angry that he laughed and slapped the ponytail on the head: "The red mane will be taken care of in the future, and after you arrive in the town, you will raise horses for me!"

Winters only planned to arrange two full-time guards in the town, with the little cowherd Angru occupying one position, and he had already decided early on the other.
Chapter completed!