In the marketplace.
People coming and going.
The cries of vendors on both sides of the road were incessant.
Rod's eyes scanned the surrounding stalls. The small marketplace was bustling with buyers and sellers.
Food, drinks, clothes, furniture...
There were even slave traders selling slaves.
"Slaves! Just two gold pounds for a healthy slave!"
"Sir, would you like to buy some slaves?"
Rod looked at the slaves locked in cages, most of them were strong men.
Although slavery existed in this world, the number of slaves was actually pitifully small.
Most of the lower-class people were serfs hired by the nobles.
Although they were essentially still slaves, at least their nominal relationship was one of equal employment.
Only when nobles went to war and captured serfs who didn't have enough ransom would they be sold as slaves.
He didn't have any territory, so buying these slaves wouldn't be of much use, he'd have to pay to feed them.
The only use would be to sacrifice them.
But these ordinary slaves wouldn't be of much use to him even after being sacrificed.
A complete waste of energy.
"How much are these horses?"
Rod approached a horse dealer and casually asked.
"Fifteen gold pounds for a normal horse."
"If it's a warhorse, it's forty gold pounds."
Fifteen gold pounds?
Tsk!
So expensive!
A normal horse was more expensive than the price of two cows combined.
"How many horses do you have here?"
"About fifteen, ten normal horses and five warhorses."
Fifteen warhorses, that should be enough.
Rod nodded and waved his hand, taking them all.
"I'll take them all, but I don't have enough gold pounds, I want to trade goods."
"Trade goods? Okay!"
The horse dealer was stunned, but he didn't refuse.
As long as the price was right, it was all the same whether it was gold pounds or goods.
Rod pulled out a delicate wooden box from his pocket.
After opening it, he wound it with a spring on the side.
A crisp melody came out from the box.
The nonchalant horse dealer was instantly stunned.
"This is called a music box, a treasure passed down from an ancient country. I'll use it to exchange for your horses."
Looking at the little people dancing inside the box to the music.
The horse dealer didn't hesitate at all and agreed immediately.
This delicate treasure, if it could be sold to those powerful and wealthy nobles, forget about a dozen horses.
It could even be exchanged for hundreds of horses.
This guy was a complete fool.
After the deal was done, the horse dealer, afraid that Rod would change his mind.
He simply ran away without a trace.
"I won't change my mind."
Rod shook his head, walked through the entire marketplace, and all the horses in the hands of the horse dealers were exchanged by him using various modern crafts.
Of course, these people would definitely not lose money.
Modern crafts are worthless in modern times.
But in this backward era, every piece is a valuable treasure.
He had specially purchased a batch of various exquisitely crafted crafts before coming here.
He spent tens of thousands of dollars, thousands of exquisite crafts.
He wouldn't use them all, he wouldn't use them all.
He took dozens of horses to a deserted place.
Rod turned his hand and made a sacrifice.
Sacrifice!
A deep light flickered, and dozens of horses disappeared.
A black whistle appeared in Rod's hand.
"Hmm?"
Sacrificing dozens of horses for a whistle, what did that mean?
Rod looked at the whistle in his hand with a strange expression and tentatively blew it.
A long whistle echoed, a dark mist suddenly appeared, shrouding the surroundings.
"Neigh!"
Then, a low neigh exploded.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
From the swirling black mist, a black warhorse slowly stepped out.
The black fur was like thick ink dripping into water, spreading out, smooth and shiny.
Rod estimated that the horse was nearly seven feet tall, a head taller than him.
Its weight was at least 2,600 pounds.
These data were higher than a purebred thoroughbred by half.
Thick bones, strong muscles all over its body, and distinct muscle lines.
It was covered in a layer of dark blue armor, from head to toe, all joints and vital points were concealed by heavy armor.
A pair of pitch black eyes, radiating blood red light, and an iron horn on its head like a sharp ice blade.
Looking at this warhorse that emanated an aura of ferocity and killing intent, like a weapon of war.
Rod was full of satisfaction.
Just from this aura, you could tell that this horse wasn't ordinary.
An ordinary warhorse would probably be crushed by this one in a single charge.
"Neigh!"
The black horse shook its head and approached Rod on its own.
Its front legs bent, it lowered its body, docile and loyal.
Rod reached out to touch the black horse, unable to hide his fondness.
Women and cars are things that most men can't resist.
Horses, naturally, are the same.
One can ride, the other can ride.
This is the desire to conquer that is engraved in the bones of all men.
"What should I call you..."
Rod stroked his chin, looking at the black warhorse.
It had emerged from the darkness, its whole body was black, like the deep night.
"I'll call you Night."
He mounted the horse and gently pulled the reins.
Without him having to do anything, this Night warhorse seemed to understand his thoughts and instantly increased its speed.