The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

After showing his identification and explaining his purpose, Viña was allowed into the horse farm.

The entire Knights of St. Freya are cavalry, and the academy's horse farms alone certainly wouldn't be enough to breed so many warhorses.

They also have several large horse farms outside the academy, the exact locations of which are classified and known only to a few people.

The horse farm within the academy is used only as a backup horse farm.

The horses that the two hundred new students borrowed this time all have to be returned after their internship.

"Are there any rules for choosing a horse?" Wiener asked.

He looked at the many fine horses in the racecourse and was momentarily lost in thought.

“There’s a lot to learn, like the basics of ‘four majors, three highs, and two minors’,” Field said, becoming quite interested as he mentioned this.

"The four characteristics of a horse are large eyes, a large nose, large hooves, and a large pouch. The three high characteristics are a high whorl, high knees, and high horseshoe bones. Finally, small ears and small shank bones are also desirable. The more a horse meets these criteria, the better its endurance will be."

"Secondly, consider the temperament. A docile horse is easier for a beginner to handle. But true gems are almost always unruly and require a long time to break in."

"However, there are exceptions. While you are choosing a horse, the horse is also choosing a suitable person. Sometimes, if you hit it off, none of those other things matter."

"Your internship period is short, and you don't have much time to develop a rapport, so when you find a horse that you click with, don't make a mistake."

"Look, this one's pretty good..."

Field was about to recommend a fine horse that had just galloped past to Wiener, but Wiener's eyes were already drawn to the other side.

That was a horse unlike any other.

It was handsome, had no bridle on its head, and was more robust than other horses.

While its brethren were still vying to show off their abilities, it monopolized all the feed in the trough and began to chew.

Anyone who gets close to it, whether human or horse, will get a kick from its leg.

While it was true that Viña had cut in line, she wasn't the first freshman to arrive at the stables. Others had also taken a liking to the horse, but none of them had managed to take it home.

“I want to choose this one,” Wiener said to Field.

“I remember this one. It’s a little different from the other horses. It came from outside.” Field recalled the horse that Wiener was pointing to.

"The stable master let it in because it was quite intelligent, but it turned out to be a freeloader," Field said with a sigh.

"However, this is indeed a rare and fine horse. You may want to give it a try."

Clearly, they had no hope for Wiener.

Just as Vina stepped forward, another man also set his sights on the horse.

"Vina? You want this horse too?"

Sigurd looked at Viner with a puzzled expression.

After all, it's been quite a while since school started. Even if students in the same class don't interact much, they should still be able to match names.

Moreover, there's no stopping a guy like Wiener.

Yes. Is there a problem?

Wiener also recognized the other person.

He concealed his identity and used the alias "Mikazuki" to participate in ranking matches, and one of his few defeats came from this Sigurd.

“Get a different one, this one isn’t right for you,” Sigurd said.

Compared to ordinary horses, such a fine steed would perform at least 30% worse in battle.

He had long considered it his own.

“That’s not necessarily true. What if I’m destined to have it?” Viner shook her head.

“Fate? Do you think it will respond if you call its name?” Sigurd sneered.

He doesn't believe that claim.

Even the wildest horse is meant to be tamed. It's always been humans choosing horses; when did it become the animal choosing the humans?

"It's hard to say."

Wiener shrugged and then waved to the horse that the two of them had both taken a liking to.

"Brother Ma, would you mind coming over for a bit?"

Chapter 169 Little Ma

This horse, without a bridle and looking increasingly familiar, isn't it the one Vina rode out of Lumir village?

He was just much stronger and fatter than before, so much so that it took Venus a long time to recognize him.

Most of the time, after separating, they pursued freedom for two days, only to find that it wasn't as enjoyable as eating and drinking for free, so they ended up coming back to St. Freya Academy to get a permanent position.

Hearing Viner's call, "Brother Horse" raised its head, glanced in Viner's direction, then lowered its head again to continue chewing its hay, showing no intention of moving.

The situation immediately became awkward.

It would have been one thing to completely ignore him, but the horse clearly noticed him yet still chose to disregard him, as if the horse was less attractive to the horse than the hay, which made him lose face.

"Are you trying to establish a kinship with livestock?"

Sigurd's words revealed undisguised contempt.

River's words had some influence on Sigurd, making him realize that there were also talented people among the common people, but his method of judging talent was quite harsh.

He had heard of Wiener's reputation, and if given the chance, Sigurd wouldn't mind trying to recruit him as part of his future team.

In retrospect, this strange, neurotic guy was ultimately a hopeless case.

“Maybe they really are hungry,” Wiener tried to explain.

“Anyway, I’ve given you a chance, now it’s my turn.” Sigurd ignored Wiener’s words and walked straight toward the horse that was eating.

Just then, the horse finally swallowed the hay in its mouth, straightened up, and wagged its tail as it walked towards them.

"Ha, you have good taste."

Sigurd assumed the horse was coming for him and reached out to stroke its back, only to be rejected and avoided.

"Haha, long time no see. Brother Ma, you look like you've grown taller."

The horse that had rejected Sigurd did not resist Vina; instead, it lowered its head and allowed him to gently embrace its head with both hands, as if it were a long-lost friend.

Enraged, Sigurd reached out and grabbed the horse's tail, intending to teach the beast a lesson, but instead, he was met with a kick of its legs.

Sigurd was kicked and staggered back six or seven steps.

“You beast—” Sigurd roared in fury.

"enough!"

Field, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't stand it any longer.

"It's pretty clear who will own this horse. Instead of wasting any more time on this, you should hurry up and choose another one."

"Or are you planning to use a gun?"

Field's gaze was sharp, and his words carried a subtle warning.

"Humph."

Feeling wronged, Sigurd snorted in frustration and turned away.

Before leaving, he gave the two of them a meaningful look, as if he had made a mental note of it.

"Thank you."

Wiener was not an ungrateful person; he could sense the goodwill emanating from the other party.

“No need to be polite, I’m just handling it impartially. Do you have a past conflict with him?” Field asked.

"It didn't exist before, but it's not good now."

Wiener patted Brother Ma's head, clearly not taking the matter to heart.

“You’re no match for him for now. If you encounter him elsewhere, try to avoid him,” Field kindly advised.

Regardless of the influence of emblems on personal strength, Sigurd's aura had already reached the edge of a fourth-tier emblem user.

However, in Field's eyes, Vena was only at the level of a second-tier emblem master, hence this advice.

He was certainly unaware of Wiener's true situation.

Jessica's concoction will promote the body's absorption of magic essence.

For example.

The speed at which Vina absorbs magic energy from the outside world is like the charging speed of a mobile phone; the charging speed is 10, and the total capacity is 100.

However, despite having a large amount of redundant magical energy in his body, he continued to absorb external energy at maximum efficiency.

This excessive workload ultimately led to an imbalance in the body's magic element ecosystem, causing continuous damage to the body.

It wasn't until Vena released the One-Sword Asura and completely emptied the accumulated demonic energy in her body that her body had a chance to readjust.

The magic essence absorbed into the body is normally used to improve the body in a certain proportion, while the other part is reserved for future use.

Under the influence of Jessica's potion, this ratio will tend to be nine to one.

As long as all the absorbed magic essence is digested by the physical body, the amount of magic essence that accumulates will naturally decrease.

This was the treatment plan Jessica came up with, which not only had no side effects but also effectively enhanced Viner's physical condition.

If Viner takes the medicine as prescribed, then for a certain period each day, all the magic essence she absorbs will be used to subtly strengthen her physical body, while the rest of the time she will recover normally.

In this way, it will probably only take a few days for the total amount of magic energy in Viner's body to recover to the normal level of the third tier.

However, after being swallowed by Viner, the duration of the drug's effects became unpredictable, and it would probably take more than ten times longer to recover to the full third-tier level.

“I will,” Viner replied casually.

After learning the secrets about the hero and the demon from Jessica, Vena had long since lost interest in this childish competition.

Instead of wasting time on that, you should focus on improving your own skills.

His goal should be the realm of demons or even demon gods, so he doesn't have time to play house with children.

If the other party insists on persisting, Wiener will have no choice but to reluctantly avenge his previous defeat.

“Now that you’ve made your choice, put a bridle on it,” Field suggested.

"hiss!"

Upon hearing that a bridle would be put on, the horse, which had been incredibly docile just moments before, immediately changed its expression. It tossed its head out of Wiener's arms and looked at Field with a wary expression.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, they won’t do that to you,” Viner said, scratching Ma’s chin to comfort him.

After hearing Wiener's promise, Brother Ma became much more well-behaved, but he still kept one eye on Field.

“You see, it doesn’t want to,” Wiener said, shrugging at Field. “I happen to not want to either, so this is how it is.”

While a bridle isn't absolutely necessary, riding without one significantly increases the difficulty and demands a higher level of equestrian skill from the rider.

"Then it's up to you. I've seen quite a few warhorses, but few are as intelligent as this. You must treat it well."

“But there’s something I don’t understand. It’s clearly a mare, so why do you keep calling it ‘Brother Horse’?” Field asked, puzzled.

"...Is that so?" Viner asked blankly.

"His-"

Brother Ma, or rather Sister Ma, snorted at Vina with a disdainful look, as if mocking her for taking so long to realize it.

"That's not really appropriate. How about I call you 'Sister Ma' from now on?"

"Snapped!"

Brother Ma lashed out at Viner's face with his tail, clearly very unhappy with the name.

That's not all; her ponytail, now falling back, is poised to spring forth, giving off a "You dare give me another weird name, or I'll slap you" vibe.

“Brother Ma, Brother Ma! Is this address acceptable now?” Vena quickly changed her address.

Brother Ma lowered his head and considered for a moment.

Although this title still seemed a bit off, it was much better than "Sister Ma," so I reluctantly accepted it in the end.