Jerome's face turned darker when he saw his former horse-race keeper.

However, the awkward identity of being rescued made him unable to decide for a moment what face he would use to face the former escaped slave. He Xiaoman gave him a sarcastic and contemptuous smile, and then followed the luxurious green carriage honestly.

Jerome's cold eyes fell on the unicorn through the car window. He seemed to hear Larel shouting the unicorn's name just now.

But this horse, which is completely different from a unicorn, gives him a very familiar feeling for some reason.

The neat and smooth running and full of power made Jerome think that this was his unicorn.

But this is completely impossible. The unicorn's legs were broken into that shape, and God could not let it move back into a steadily step.

This is just the delusion in the hearts of the lowly native people, Larell.

Jerome, who got a suit of guards while resting on the way, walked to He Xiaoman with anger on his face: "Larel, you despicable escapee, you are not qualified to name this horse a unicorn. The unicorn is unique and belongs to me!"

Jerome's carriage and horses were stolen directly by the robbers, and his escorts were all squeezed into the chariot. The jockey did not have the blessing of the horse. Facing He Xiaoman, who was sitting upright on the high-headed horse, it seemed that even his aura was much weaker.

"Does Mr. Jerome have any misunderstandings about the identity of a freeman issued by the Governor's Office? I am now a freeman with the same identity as you, no longer a slave you can call you around, are you angry? Besides, I am happy to call my horse unicorn. If you don't want to hear, it is recommended to apply for a patent for the Governor's Office to issue you, otherwise you can only endure it, because this is my freedom as a freeman, haha."

Jerome was speechless for a moment.

He heard that Larre had accidentally recovered his language ability and could speak like a normal person, but he didn't expect that the dull idiot's mouth in the past was so powerful.

Jerome wanted to pull out the sword around his waist, but when he touched it, he remembered that he had been robbed of everything.

"You stupid black-skinned pig!" Jerome roared loudly and picked up the stones on the ground to smash He Xiaoman.

The unicorn turned around neatly, and his long ponytail was pouting. A series of strange sounds sounded, and the strange airflow brought Wang Zhihe's unique smell to his face, making Jerome almost fainted.

"Xi Yuyu,    Yi~"

The unicorn raised a big head, proud and eager to praise.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and the entire convoy seemed to be quiet.

In front of the many gentlemen and nobles and dozens of guards, he, the outstanding jockey Jerome, was sprayed with a stinky fart released by a horse. Almost all the blood in Jerome's body surged to his head. In anger, he pulled out the long sword of the guard next to him and slashed at the damn beast: "I kill you, kill you!"

Seeing that he was about to cut into the belly of the white horse, Jerome's finger suddenly felt a sharp pain. In shock, the long sword fell to the ground with a clang, and two hand-polished crossbow arrows of the indigenous people were inserted into his hand.

"Mr. Jerome, I'm sorry, because I've seen too many uneducated people spraying feces all over my mouth, my horse will not be able to control the sphincter when I hear someone scolding the 'black pig' and slapped that person with a flattery face. If you don't like being flattered, you can say that, and you won't cut it with a knife like this, right? You are wearing the clothes of the York Guards and sitting in the York Carriage, enjoying the protection of the York Family. Doing such a loss of identity will make your female companion, that beautiful lady, lose her face."

Many people in the guards began to laugh unscrupulously.

The June Lotus Association attaches importance to jockeys like Jerome, and the ladies and ladies admire jockeys. The guards who lick their blood on the knife also like it. They also make money from these families. The guards are just bodyguards, but jockeys can be superior. Why?

"Hey, Jerome, you rushed over and obviously wanted to be flattered. Now that your wish is done, why are you unhappy, respected Mr. Jockey!"

The crowd was full of talk and satirized Jerome. He was just a thing that was scattered in the horse farm. He really thought he had become a noble master?

"The Long Sword is a warrior's companion. You took my companion and threw it on the ground. You insulted us both at the same time. Please accept my invitation to duel, Mr. Jockey."

The guards who were taken away from their long sword felt quite disgraceful and forced the honor to send an invitation to fight.

Jerome felt that this person was just the person who was flattered.

Is there nothing wrong with it? You, a guard, want to duel with a jockey? What is the difference between an embroiderer and a gardener than an embroiderer?

duel!

duel!

duel!

The onlookers were not afraid of the big deal when watching the fun, and shouted in a mess, asking Jerome to agree to this completely unequal duel.

Jerome blushed and was very humiliated and picked up the long knife on the ground and returned it to the guard: "Yes... I'm sorry."

His apology was so low that he said: "When I return to Ferro City, I will give you a satisfactory compensation, I'm sorry."

In the end, Archie came forward to resolve the embarrassment.

He Xiaoman could sense the joy and...a faint regret of the unicorn.

Pity?

Unicorn: I hope I have diarrhea today.

Back in the carriage, the rich widow and Jerome looked very good.

They met before this dance. The baron's widow inherited a lot of wealth. Although he was three or four years older than Jerome, he was considered a nobleman at least and could lead Jerome into the noble's social circle. In addition, the widow himself is still charming and has the ability to increase his charm value. Jerome has been low and small since he took the lead.

Seeing that good things were coming to an end and his wish was about to be fulfilled, Jerome would not let the fat man in his mouth run away no matter what, so he suppressed his anger and continued to whisper in a low voice to coax the widow.

"Dear, please forgive me for being ruthless today, because I really can't control my anger. That Larre was originally a slave in my manor. I kindly promoted him to be my exclusive breeder for horse racing, but this heartless guy not only failed my high hopes, but even stole the body of my poor unicorn!"

"I was going to spend a lot of money to make a mummy sculpture of the dead unicorn into a mummy sculpture for several years, but Larre made me lose my partner forever. I really couldn't control my anger. You know, the biggest shortcoming of my person is that I value emotions too much..."

In short, by the time the convoy arrived at Ferro, the baron's widow had already reconciled with the Jockey.
Chapter completed!