Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Okay, I know."

Locke nodded slightly.

"Also, you must wear your protective gear, helmet and vest. Although it is not beautiful, there is no other way."

In order to ensure Locke's safety, Herbert also took out all the props used in his son's training, trying to ensure that Locke would be safe even if he fell from the horse.

Fortunately, the 17-year-old Locke is still in the shape of a teenager, similar to his son, and has not developed a beer belly through the influence of the upper class society.

Otherwise, Herbert wouldn't know where to find close-fitting protective gear for beginners.

There is never a guest at Reindeer Manor who can't ride a horse.

In fact, the reason why Reindeer Manor is called Reindeer Manor is because you can hunt reindeer in the mountains behind the manor.

Locke straightened his helmet, made sure he was wearing an anti-fall vest, thick pants, and gloves, and then followed Herbert's prompts and sat on the saddle.

"Mr. Belmont, if there are other riders around, it's best to keep your distance. Stay away if you can. Horses will interfere with each other. Horses that were not running before will be led by the running horse to run together. Even if they don't If two horses are running close to each other, they may kick and squeeze each other, causing injuries to the riders. "

"When you find that the horse is moving sideways slowly and like a crab, you should pay special attention at this time. This is a prelude to the horse lying on the ground and rolling. Generally, it will roll after moving a few steps sideways. At this time, you can't Don't panic, nothing serious will happen at such a slow speed, but there is a certain probability of being crushed by a horse and causing injury to one of your legs.

“Just take your feet out of the stirrups on either side before your horse lies down.

“Once the horse is down, the person can stand there and then step aside and let me deal with it.

"If you are brave enough, you can still hold the reins, stand on the side of the horse, and pull him up."

Herbert decided to ride a horse and follow Locke at all times.

Locke saw that this was a very responsible groom, completely different from the other two lazy grooms.

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

Locke asked.

Herbert thought about it seriously and said,

"Once the horse starts running against the command, you must not try to take off the stirrups and jump off the horse before accelerating. If you fail, you will be dragged again. Even if you jump off successfully, there is a chance of falling."

"Then what should I do?"

Locke asked.

"After the horse starts running, step on the stirrup and clamp the knees tightly. It is best to stand up on the horse. This will be much more stable. Then hold the reins tightly with both hands. Keep one hand still while the other hand continues to frustrate the horse's mouth. Bit. High frequency friction will make the horse feel uncomfortable and then brake.

"If you unfortunately have one foot out of the stirrup and you are about to fall off, don't panic. All you have to do is lean forward and hold the horse's neck with both hands. Even if both feet are out, don't let go."

Herbert asked seriously.

He was like a chattering old woman, who kept explaining safety knowledge in Locke's ears, causing both colleagues to start snickering.

"Look, Herbert looks like an old lady."

"Or you should say that the young man, like a child of only seven or eight years old, actually needs so many instructions. Why does he still choose to ride a horse? Why not just give up? No gentleman will do anything in a field that he is not good at. Go on an adventure.”

Both of them were excellent horse trainers. They were very proud and only wanted to serve the nobles and the royal family. They did not want to pay attention to Locke, who was still a small sheriff, even if he was a guest brought by the princess.

They didn't know yet that this little sheriff would be the new owner of this manor in the future.

Chapter 134, Hunting White Reindeer

Locke ignored their ridicule and listened carefully to Herbert's instructions.

Herbert finally mounted a horse and followed Locke.

"Let's go. I hope the goddess will bless us. This is my first time to follow you into the mountains for hunting."

Herbert said nervously.

Locke smiled and said, "Mr. Herbert, thank you. You don't need to follow me. I will remember your instructions."

"Oh, no, distinguished guest, I must stay with you to ensure your safety."

Herbert smiled shyly. Although he was thirty-seven years old, he was still shy. He was even more at a loss when he heard Locke address him as you.

"Thank you. It's my first time to go hunting in the mountains. I'm as nervous as you."

Locke raised his eyebrows at Herbert, and the atmosphere instantly became relaxed.

Herbert found that the princess's guest was a man with no temper. Although he was only wearing the uniform of a sheriff, the people the princess associates with would generally be somewhat proud and complacent and would not care about their servants, but Locke did not Same.

"Mr. Bemon, that's very kind of you."

"Mr. Herbert, are you married?"

"Yes, I already have a child."

"I really can't tell, you look very young."

"Thank you, you look younger."

The two chatted for a while, and with the help of Herbert, the two horses gathered in the direction of Frieda and others.

Frieda was in no hurry to enter the mountains. She was waiting patiently for Locke in the foothills.

So Natal, Sigurd, Angela, Dimo ​​and others must also wait with her.

Until they saw Locke in full protective gear appearing, accompanied by a groom.

Frieda laughed again,

"Hahaha, Locke, you look like a child who has not grown up. You still need to be accompanied by your parents. Look at the protective gear you are wearing. I haven't used it since I was 14 years old."

"Yeah, Locke, do you have to do this?"

Angela rolled her eyes, feeling that Locke was really embarrassing the weirdo. With his weird ability, how could he not conquer a horse?

"Wait a minute, what kind of horse did you choose? Isn't this a black-tailed horse used for delivery? Can it hunt?"

Frieda laughed mercilessly again.

This time, Sigurd and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Herbert shrank his neck, instinctively resisting such a situation. It seemed that it was not Locke who was being laughed at, but himself.

Locke smiled and said to Herbert, "Don't be nervous, Herbert, you are an excellent horse trainer. I believe you can protect me."

"Thank you, I'll keep an eye on your horse."

Herbert felt a lot of pressure, especially going hunting with Her Royal Highness.

"Locke, I lost to you."

Frieda laughed again and burst into tears. She continued, "If I hunt by myself today and catch a white deer, it will be considered as your catch. You are really a worrying child."

These words are not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

But Locke disagreed. He picked his ears and said, "Strictly speaking, I am only 17 years old and you are 19 years old. You should take care of me."

Angela said to Sigurd,

"Sigur, I was wrong. I once thought you were the thickest-skinned person in the world, but now I have met someone even thicker-skinned."

"Of course, I said, Locke and I are the same type of people."

Sigurd smiled.

"You don't even have to defend your shamelessness, yet you are still complacent."

Angela said with disdain, she chose a pure white horse, and with her petite stature, it made people feel like there could be another person sitting on the horse's back.

Locke was thinking whether he should ride this steady black-tailed horse by himself, or be more shameless and run up and sit behind Angela. After all, she seemed to be experienced, so she shouldn't have the horse rolling around in place. thing.

"Who are you?"

Frieda's eyes shifted from Locke's face to Herbert, who was not far beside him.

She rarely remembered the names of the servants, except her maid and maid, let alone the grooms on the estate.

Herbert nervously began to introduce himself,

"Reporting to Your Highness the Princess, I am Herbert, the horse trainer at your manor. I came here 6 years ago..."

While Herbert was busy making introductions, the "docile" black-tailed horse seemed to really realize that there was an unknown rookie sitting on his horse, so as Herbert said, he started to walk like a crab. , moved four or five steps, and the black-tailed horse was lying on the soft lawn.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Locke adjusted his movements in time and stood up gracefully.

But he still couldn't escape the ridicule of the people around him.

The one who started the laughter was still the cheerful Princess Frieda.

"Hahahaha, Locke, you are disgusted by it, and it will roll on the spot!"

"Locke, this is the horse's contempt for the incompetent. You are hopeless."

"Angela, don't say that to Locke. At least Locke stood up gracefully."

"Hahahahaha."

Only then did Herbert notice the fact that Locke got off the horse and looked at Locke hurriedly, "Mr. Bemon, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter. I think I'm most likely not suitable for riding a horse."

Locke confessed.

"This excellent horse trainer, you go back, I will watch my brother."

Sigurd said with a smile.

"I think Angela's horse has a very wide back and might be able to accommodate me."

Locke waved towards Angela.

Angela narrowed her eyes.

"I'll be responsible for your desserts for a week."

Locke said.

Angela nodded, "Come up, sister will take good care of you."

"Strictly speaking, you are indeed older than me."

Locke climbed on his horse.

"Say one more thing and I'll throw you away."

Angela glared.

Locke grasped Angela's shoulders tightly with both hands, "But you look much younger than me, and that's a gift."

"Okay, you're saved, but can you stop holding on so tightly?"

"I dare to swear to the goddess, the reason why I am like this is entirely to find a sense of security."

Locke said seriously and seriously.

"Let's go, let's set off, the white deer is still waiting for us."

Frieda was the first to swing her whip, clamp her legs under the horse's belly, and rush out.

Others quickly followed.

Although Locke did not ride alone, Herbert, who was concerned about Locke's safety, followed him.

The horse team entered the mountain forest, and the scenery became more majestic and magnificent. The eyes were full of continuous mountains, with a thick layer of snow-white on top of dark green.

The winter in Kosolk was particularly cold this year. It snowed for a long time, causing the entire Ur Mountains to be engulfed in white snow. White snowflakes fell on every branch, turning them into silvery white.

The breeze blew, and the snowflakes were scattered around, like elves dancing.

The horses galloped in the snow, leaving deep and shallow footprints.

Locke feels that Hannah will definitely like the scenery here. Now he just prays that the white deer will really appear, so that Hannah can experience the hunting life of the nobles here in the future.

"Your Highness, we are all Locke's colleagues. If we hunt the white deer, can it be counted on Locke?"

Siegel asked with a smile.

He had no interest in the manor, but he could do Locke a favor.

Frieda nodded, "Okay, then let's compete to see who can hunt the white deer!"

"Okay, I won't lose to you."

Angela's competitive spirit was aroused. She patted the horse's back. The white horse ran very fast. Locke used his body balance ability to maintain his body shape.