After listening to Anton's introduction, Roland learned that the work of horse training was much more complicated than he imagined.

The obedience of the plateau wild horse is very poor, the direct domestication cycle is too long, and the efficiency is too low. The herdsmen on the plateau found another way, first crossed domestic horses with male wild horses, screened from generation to generation, and the offspring bred can be roughly divided into two categories: one is tall and robust, inheriting the aggressive nature of wild horses, but the obedience is better than that of wild horses, and it is suitable for training as war horses; There is also a category that is smaller in size and less courageous, not suitable for war horses, but has good endurance, a gentle temperament, and is not picky about feed, which is very easy to feed and is an excellent agricultural horse.

Anton caught a litter of rabbits while they were harnessing their horses, slaughtered and skinned them with daggers, gutted them, cleaned them by the stream, lit a bonfire and grilled them.

Roland didn't bother to eat lunch, and his stomach growled when he smelled the aroma of roast rabbit meat. The slightly yellowed rabbit meat oozing fat, and when it dripped into the fire, the sound of "zing" was extraordinarily tempting, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Everyone sits around the campfire, and the cooked rabbit leg is simply sprinkled with a little salt. Roland enjoyed a picnic on the meadow surrounded by snow-capped mountains and the setting sun, sharing a huge sheepskin wine bag with the dragon vein man next to him, pouring a large sip of the highland's specialty liquor, and eliminating the rabbit leg in his hand in two or three bites.

Drinking and eating meat in large quantities, he did not forget to talk about business, and finalized a contract with Vigraf for the purchase of ploughing horses, the money has not yet arrived, but Vigrav has prepared a transport team and promised to send all 20,000 ploughing horses to Krasbourg within two months, so as not to delay the spring plowing of the farm.

Roland had eaten and drunk to his heart's content, went to the creek to wash his hands, and when he returned, he saw a red ball of light appear in front of Vigraf.

"It's sent by Zhuoya, let's stop by the Animal Husbandry Research Institute, saying that there is good news to report to you." Vigrav read the "Short Bolt" and relayed it to Roland.

"Okay, let's go to Zhuoya and ask for a cup of tea." Roland said with a smile.

Viglaf nodded, got up and cleaned up, and untied his trousers around the campfire with Anton and the others......

Roland raised an eyebrow and smiled, and unbuckled his trousers to join in. A group of men collectively released water, and the spectacle of this scene was comparable to a flood discharge, and the bonfire was extinguished in a blink of an eye.

Everyone straightened their clothes and trousers and turned over their horses, Anton led the way, and Vigraf accompanied Roland to gallop on the winter meadows, whistling in high spirits.

Roland only found out today that this kid whistled very well, and the desolate and distant charm reminded him of an old movie he had seen on Earth many years ago, which seemed to be Red Dead Redemption...... He tugged at the reins, so that the horse under his crotch slowed down his gallop slightly, lest the sound of the thunderous horse's hooves prevent him from listening to the moving whistle in his ears. The snow-capped mountains and glaciers on the plateau seem to have disappeared in the whistle, and only the vast wilderness and the horizon far away from the horizon are visible.

……

When the sun was about to set, Roland and his party arrived at the Animal Husbandry Research Institute, a large blue-gray stone house located on the edge of a hot spring.

The building itself is ordinary, but the large yard circled around it is spectacular, as if a small ranch has been opened up in the interior of the evergreen ranch. More than a dozen Highland Beasts were grazing leisurely in the enclosure, and when they saw Roland and his pegasus arrive, these large but tame herbivorous camels let out a low whine, as if to inform the hostess of a visit. One of the Loesmons was particularly enthusiastic, turning around and pointing its plump ass at the visitor, and let out a loud fart with a "poof".

The men who herded the horses laughed loudly. Roland couldn't help laughing, but he also noticed that there was something unusual about the Lothmon in the fence, the layer of velvet on the surface of the body was relatively thin, and several of them were the most obvious, almost completely fading the thick hair that resisted the cold wind in the ice and snow of the plateau, leaving only a short fluff. However, judging from the shape of the fluff, it does not look like it has been artificially sheared, and it looks very natural.

Observing these details, Roland guessed the "good news" mentioned in Zhuo Yaxin.

"Hey, hey! Isn't this our handsome Royal Highness the Prince? It's been a long time! Welcome to my institute, don't be verbose, get me in for tea! ”

Miss Zoya, the Medusa Warlock and Marksman, stood outside the door of the house with her hands on her hips, greeting Roland and them in her usual spicy manner. She wore a white cloak, like a beautiful female doctor, but her snake-haired head peeked out of her hood restlessly, blinking her small bean-like eyes curiously at the guests who had come from afar.

Roland stepped forward and hugged Zhuoya warmly, with a smile and teasing: "If I'm not mistaken, this research institute was created by Lady Valgentina a year ago to improve the constitution of the Highland Rose Beast, how could it be occupied by you?" ”

Zhuoya glanced at him proudly, "Of course, it's Miss Ben's ability!" Leading everyone into the house, two druid girls in green robes were in front of the experimental table to observe the solution in the flask, and when they heard the arrival of a guest, they simply smiled and said hello and ran back to continue the experiment. In the room, two dragon vein girls dressed as warlocks work together to carry a beautiful gold-encrusted samovar to the large round table, and make a cup of fragrant black tea with honey for each guest.

Zoya invited Roland and his party to sit down for tea and introduce him to his colleagues. The two Dragonvein Warlocks were her students, and the two Green Druids were from the Harvest Ring, who had been appointed by Ms. Valentina to serve as my research assistants. ”

Roland held the teacup and looked puzzled: "When did you worship Valenkina as a teacher?" ”

"A year ago, the foundation of the institute was laid by the teacher, I was her assistant at the time, and then the teacher wanted to go back to the 'Green Country' to do other things, so he handed over the follow-up research work to me, and I would take the time to come back to check the progress every once in a while." Zoya replied with a smile.

"Then you have to have a major direction of development now, right? Do you want to continue your training as a marksman, or do you want to become a druid? Roland asked.

Zhuoya waved her hand and said indifferently: "I just follow Teacher Valentina to learn potions, alchemy and animal taming skills, the path of the druid is not suitable for me, and I don't plan to continue to go down the path of the magic archer, the teacher said that the inheritance of the magic archer is weak, there is no need to waste energy to study too deeply, there are two levels are enough, and my main direction of attack in the future is warlock practice." ”

Roland thought about it for a while, and it was true that as Valentina said, the follow-up ability of the "Demon Archer" profession was relatively weak, and Zhuoya's talent should not be wasted on it, and focusing on the practice of warlocks was the right way. She is now a level 10 warlock and a level 2 magic archer, and if she increases the level of two more warlocks, she will have the opportunity to learn the 6-ring arcane "anti-magic field", and cooperate with the professional ability of the "magic archer" "magic arrow", which is a perverted killing move that is afraid of gods and ghosts! Look at who is not pleasing to the eye, shoot a "anti-magic arrow" in the face, not to mention how sour.