Rod's tone was calm as he contentedly patted Night Fury's horse's back.
Meanwhile, Engle and the coachman caring for Night Fury were completely speechless.
Was Lord Rod having a conversation with this warhorse?
Is this possible?
And since when did this warhorse have such a good temperament?
When could it be casually touched during feeding?
"Lord Baron, this..."
Engle was about to inquire how this was possible when Rod looked at him and asked,
"Do you have its saddle, reins, and bit, these horse gear?"
"No, no..."
Before Engle could finish, Rod directly turned to Lawrence,
"Go get a set."
"Yes, master."
Lawrence immediately gave the order, and the soldiers jogged back.
"Do you plan to ride it?" Engle quickly asked.
"Of course, warhorses are meant to be ridden." Rod replied casually.
Engle's face once again showed distress, hurriedly whispering advice,
"Lord, feeding it with your feed is one thing, but riding it is another..."
