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"Look at this one."

Clayton pried open the soft upper lip of the spotted horse in front of him and let Donna get close to see its teeth. The dark-skinned horse looked at them and did not stop them.

Checking teeth is a basic part of horse trading.

"Did your mother teach you how to tell the age of a horse?"

"She taught me a little." The spotted horse opened its mouth docilely, and Donna stared at its lower incisors. The shape of the tooth surface was still oval and very full. "Its teeth are rarely worn, which means it is still young. If the tooth surface is worn into a triangle, it means it is old."

"Very good, then can you tell how old it is?" Clayton asked.

Donna shook her head in embarrassment. Cuitisi did not often let her touch these tasks. She spent much more time taking care of cows and sheep than taking care of horses. If she had a choice, she would let her stay in the house to read books, even if it was just novels.

"Then learn now." Clayton put his finger on the lower teeth of the spotted horse and gestured to her: "Look, there are obvious small black pits on its two middle front teeth, but not on other teeth, so it is six years old this year."

Horses, like humans, are animals with two sets of teeth, and the structure of teeth is unique. Experts can accurately measure their age by just looking at the degree of wear of horse teeth.

Clayton finally picked a four-year-old mare with a slightly reddish brown color for Donna. Donna called it Little Cherry.

This horse is strong and although it lacks the necessary training, Clayton thinks it is still in time to save it and can be educated with Donna.

He himself chose another seven-year-old black castrated stallion. Because the skin above its four hooves is three or four inches white, it is called Short Socks.

Little cherry 26 pounds, short socks 32 pounds, Clayton was looking down to find money, suddenly there were a few neighs from the road next to him, and they looked over and saw a rider sitting on a big black horse kicking and thrashing towards here, followed by a person who looked like his assistant, but he didn't dare to get close.

The rider pulled the reins hard, but the horse under him kept shaking his head and refused to obey the command. He reluctantly brought the horse to the horse farm - or maybe the horse wanted to come over by itself, and then jumped off the horse and acted calmly.

The assistant-like figure trotted behind the horse farm. It turned out that he was the horse farm's assistant.

The rider glanced at the uncle and nephew of the Belle family, nodded coldly, and then spoke to Mafan: "This test run feels good. This horse has a strong character. How much do you want?"

Mafan also looked at Clayton and swallowed his saliva: "Only 20 pounds."

Clayton smiled disdainfully, but said nothing.

The rider nodded again: "Okay, deal."

Mafan came over, but he didn't pay, but pointed at Clayton: "You ask this gentleman for the bill, he will help me pay."

Clayton stopped smiling.

"Julius!" he yelled.

They met again in this situation. The wizard always seemed to appear when he took his family shopping and ruined his good mood for the day.

"What's wrong?" The wizard took off his gloves lazily: "Don't forget how much I contributed to Gevo. You should have given me money. What's wrong with buying a horse for me now? It's not like I forgot to deduct it from the bill."

"Julius!" Donna took a step forward and was about to scold him, but the wizard stood up first.

"Ah~ Miss Cletia, I didn't see you just now, how rude!"

The wizard stretched his right arm to the side, took a step back with his right leg, and bowed slightly with his left hand on his chest, and gave Donna a court chest-touching salute. This overly respectful attitude made her feel at a loss, and she couldn't say a word of blame for a while.

He must have seen her a long time ago, and he was lying.

Donna remembered what she had learned in the recent etiquette course. According to that knowledge, she smiled and pretended to be honored by Julius's etiquette, and stretched out her hand for him to kiss her hand.

Her actions scared Julius instead. He straightened his back and took two steps back, looking at Donna in surprise.

In a few days, the girl became a different person.

"Julius!" Clayton called the wizard's name. When Julius turned around, Clayton pointed at the horse with shiny fur like black silk and said gloomily: "I won't pay for this bad horse! It's simply uneducated!"

The wizard relaxed and said proudly: "I don't think you can ride a wild horse, but you still call yourself a senior rider."

"Wild horse?" Clayton sneered: "Wild horse is more like it."

"But I can ride it, and I just rode it around." The wizard said, and patted the buttocks of the tall horse.

This slap immediately made the wild and untamable animal angry. It stretched its head forward and put its body weight on its front hooves. Its gluteus maximus and back muscles, which were stronger than most wild animals, were visibly tightening and exerting force. It was about to kick its powerful hind hooves backwards in a flash. The huge horseshoe wrapped in horseshoes could even break the skull of its own kind, let alone a thin human.

But it couldn't do it.

Clayton reacted faster than anyone else. He stepped forward and grabbed the horse's huge head with his iron-like hands. His shield-like shoulders pressed against its thick neck, preventing it from lowering its head.

His strength was so great that not only was the animal unable to kick back, but its front hooves even showed signs of leaving the ground.

This beast directly abandoned its original target and competed with him. It shifted its weight to its hind legs and kicked hard, neighing and shaking its head, determined to knock Clayton over.

Only then did Ma Fan and his assistant react. They hurriedly grabbed sticks and pulled the reins. They kicked and hit the big black horse to stop, and then dragged it aside and never interacted with Zhu again. Liles talked about selling it.

Clayton panted and wiped his forehead, turned to Julius and spoke seriously: "Julius, if you want to die, please die far away from me. I don't want to have anything to do with your father." Misunderstand."

There may be thousands of people dying every day in the world practicing riding skills. He didn't know why Julius could be so negligent.

Julius' face was pale. He didn't realize what happened at first. Only when he saw the horse dealer's actions did he realize that he was almost kicked to death by the horse.

He pursed his lips and stared at Clayton. His body was as stiff as a stone, and he could not speak for a long time.

"Say thank you when you receive help," said Donna.

Julius' body softened and he thanked Clayton in a low, unnatural voice.

"Green hair, can you speak louder?" Donna asked unhappily: "Does talking make you feel tired?"

Julius once said that he was her most ardent admirer, and she felt that she was qualified to discipline him.

This stimulated Julius, and his voice immediately became louder. His original weak expression was gone, and his chin was raised: "Clayton Bello, I would like to thank you for your help, but you still The total amount owed to me for various services in Gevo is 181 pounds.”

"Yes, yes, I will give you your salary, you just need to wait a moment." Clayton said as he brought another horse over and stopped it in front of Julius. "It's much better than picking it out yourself. Just remember to deduct £30 from the bill."

"Thank you for choosing the horse for me, but you still owe me 181 pounds." Julius said as he mounted the horse.

"I intend to renew your contract and employ you until at least next spring."

"That's fine, but you still owe me £181."

"Are you so short of money?"

"Yes."

Clayton sighed. It seemed that Gronje really didn't want to care about his youngest son.

Politeness is the stepping stone to social interaction. Although Clayton was still not satisfied with the wizard's attitude, he was deeply gratified by Donna's proactive performance. He no longer kept a straight face and waved his hand as if to shoo away flies, signaling that That's the end of it.

They all got on horseback and headed towards Bello's new house.

Now that they met today, they did have something to solve.

Creighton had to pay Julius for his work in Gevaux, and he had some questions to ask him.

After getting on the road, Julius finally stopped claiming that he knew horses to save face, and instead began to complain about the horse dealer.

"To sell such a horse is nothing short of deliberate murder!"

His previous experience in Gevo convinced him that a fast horse could save him at a critical moment, so he thought about buying a fast horse as soon as he had some free time, but he ended up suffering a big loss.

"That horse must be a wild horse." Donna sat sideways on the horse, looked back lazily, and said firmly: "Some unkind herdsmen will catch wild horses and sell them, and they only train three or four of them before taking action. Month, and then put a stamp of the horse farm on the butt of the wild horse and then dared to sell it, which ruined the reputation of the horse farm. "

Clayton continued her words: "These wild horses are beautiful and agile, but if they are wild and untamable and cannot obey orders, it will be of no use to us."

When Julius heard their exchange, the experience of studying in Strass immediately weaved a possibility in his mind, but he remembered that these two people were quite honest to their own people, so he decided to ask directly.

"Aren't you trying to make fun of me by talking about horses?"

"How could it be?" Donna said, "You are not pretty, and you have green hair. You look really weird. But you are more honest than Mr. Morris."

"It's quite useful," Clayton said. "More useful than Mr. Morris."

The strange name appeared twice, and the wizard frowned.

"Who is Maurice?"

"A bastard who likes to deceive women's feelings." Donna said.

The corners of Julius's eyes twitched, and he was sure that he was not worthy of comparison with such a person.

"Actually, you don't have to be so honest. I'm a guest after all."

"I didn't expect you to consider yourself a guest." Clayton's body rose and fell slightly on the horse's back, offsetting the bumps on the horse's back. "I thought you were at least a qualified partner - as long as you don't do stupid things like you did today, then I am still willing to give you higher respect than ordinary guests."

After they were thrown into Wonderland by Chud Osmar, Julius did not choose to escape alone, but stayed to deal with the aftermath, and continued to look after Marietta for a while.

Clayton had to admit that Julius was qualified as a companion and he had a sense of responsibility.

These sincere words made Julius feel a little moved, but he soon thought of another possibility and became vigilant.

"But you still owe me £181."

This man is hopeless - Clayton judged.

"Wait." He suddenly stopped his horse.

"What's wrong?" asked the two wizards.

"I have to check the old mailbox first, you go first." Clayton said that some of his business partners had not been notified of his move, so they still sent letters to this old address, and he would visit it every day recently.

Julius rode away without hesitation, while Donna stayed.

"I want to go back and take a look, too," she said.

The house on Marlin Street left her with a lot of good impressions, and she wanted to go back and reminisce.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived in front of the old house, and the two riders gradually slowed down their mounts. Their eyes swept across the door of the old house, and there was actually a visitor there.

On the mat at the door, a black-haired woman wearing a black nun's robe but without a headscarf was standing there. Her long hair was tied up behind her head into a simple but beautiful woman's bun. The slender figure turned her back to them and raised her hand to the brown wooden door, as if hesitating whether to knock.

Although they could only see the back of the woman, both Clayton and Donna recognized her identity in an instant.

Clayton's dismounting became gentle, while Donna could not move - she almost dared not breathe.

Clayton Bellow slowly walked behind the woman and called her name with mixed feelings:

"Tritis?"

The black-haired woman turned around quickly. She was also wearing sunglasses. The wide bun and two strands of curly hair hanging on both sides of her forehead made her face look a little small. The face exposed under the sunglasses could still be seen as a bit beautiful, but the gloomy temperament made it difficult to approach.

Like a dignified king cobra.

Seeing Clayton, she said nothing, her eyes bypassed him and looked at her daughter sternly.

"Donna, how dare you run away alone?!"