Tap! Tap! Tap!
The hooves thundered like drums, and Rod looked at the scenery quickly receding around him.
His eyes were filled with undisguised surprise.
This speed was almost reaching over 100 kilometers per hour, wasn’t it?
How could a horse possibly run this fast?
If he remembered correctly, the world record for the fastest horse was only around 70 kilometers per hour.
But now, his steed, the Night Warhorse, fully armored and carrying a man, was already reaching a speed of 100 kilometers per hour.
This was about to take off!
He raced on horseback for a dozen minutes, and the speed didn't slow down at all.
Rod looked at the Night Warhorse beneath him, his eyes full of wonder.
An ordinary warhorse, if it could even withstand such a speed, would start to tire after running for a dozen minutes.
But this guy, it was as if it didn't know what fatigue was.
Such incredible endurance and explosive power.
It would be a ghost if there wasn't something special about its bloodline.
Even Chitu wouldn't be this powerful.
“There's a town up ahead. Let's go check it out.”
Rod lightly pulled the reins, and the warhorse's speed instantly began to slow down.
Ten minutes later, a decent-sized town came into view.
Rod slowly rode his horse into the town.
As he passed, the surrounding civilians looked at Rod, who was riding on horseback, with respect in their eyes.
This kind of attire, if it wasn't a knight, it was a noble.
Definitely not someone ordinary people could offend.
“Quick, go to the inn, a big shot has arrived.”
“He’s very generous!”
“Really?”
“Of course, I saw it with my own eyes. He took out a whole pouch of gold coins, and everything he buys is paid for with gold.”
Rod, who was about to find a place to rest, heard the discussions of the surrounding civilians and his face showed a look of curiosity.
A whole pouch of gold coins?
Everything he buys is paid for with gold coins?
There’s someone this powerful in this small place?
Let alone this backward medieval era, even in modern times, gold is an extremely precious rare metal.
It’s extremely valuable.
In this world, the value of gold is even higher.
An ordinary serf, working diligently for a whole year, might only earn a few gold pounds.
Note, gold pounds, not gold coins.
A standard gold pound would contain a small amount of gold to increase its value.
And a gold coin is worth at least a dozen gold pounds.
It's enough to buy a group of ordinary horses, or two cows.
He casually uses a gold coin to buy things.
Not even nobles are this extravagant.
He followed the crowd to an inn.
Rod, riding on horseback, looked through the crowd towards the inn.
A wooden table, surrounded by a dense crowd.
Beside the table, a young man, drunk, was throwing gold coins around with abandon.
“I have more gold than I know what to do with, get me all your best stuff!”
Rod frowned slightly.
He was wearing ordinary civilian clothes, and there was no sign of aristocratic etiquette.
Such a fellow, casually taking out a pile of gold coins, even a fool could see something was wrong.
Tap, tap, tap.
He pulled the reins and rode forward.
“It’s the knight!”
“Hurry and bow, you fool, you want to die?!”
The civilians outside the inn, seeing the approaching warhorse and the imposing figure on its back.
They scattered in a panic.
They all knelt down and bowed.
In this era of clear class divisions, civilians had to bow even to a knight, a lowly noble.
If they offended a knight or noble due to a matter of etiquette.
It would be their own fault if they were punished.
Under the pressure of the knight’s status, a path quickly opened up in the crowd.
Rod calmly rode his horse to behind the young man.
“What's wrong, why did it stop?!”
The drunken young man, seeing the music and dancing suddenly stop, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He looked up, but found that the innkeeper and the dancers, all took off their hats and bowed to him.
Bowing?
Eric, the drunk, suddenly sobered up.
He was an ordinary civilian, why would anyone bow to him?
Even if he had more money than he knew what to do with.
“There's someone behind me, right?”
Eric smiled weakly, slowly turning around.
A huge shadow loomed, a pair of dark and fierce eyes met his.
On the tall horse, clad in armor, stood a young man with an extraordinary air, watching him with interest.
“What’s your name?”
Rod slowly leaned forward, his gaze, from above, carried a pressure that was difficult to bear.
“Eric!”
Eric swallowed, his eyes filled with fear.
“Can’t you lower your head, Eric?”
Rod smiled slightly.
Although he wasn't a real knight, who would know?
“Forgive my transgression, Sir Knight!”
Eric bowed deeply, full of fear.
Looking at the young man, who was visibly nervous, Rod narrowed his eyes.
He was clearly just an ordinary civilian.
But where did this ordinary civilian get so many gold coins?
“Sir Knight, can I leave now?”
Eric, now fully sober, thought of the scene where he had just been throwing gold coins around, his face slightly nervous.
He regretted being so high-profile.
So many gold coins, even nobles would be tempted.
If this knight wanted to take the gold coins from him, would he have any chance of resisting?
It was a terrifying thought.