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"Are you going to do it yourself?"
Engle, snapping back to reality, screamed in panic, his voice filled with alarm.
He widened his eyes and hurriedly stepped forward,
"My esteemed Lord Baron, you must be cautious!"
"This warhorse has kicked over three horse trainers, two of whom have fractures!"
Luo De turned his head, glanced at Engle, and his mouth slightly curved upwards.
Seeing his persuasion was ineffective, Engle bit his lip and stepped forward again to plead: "My lord, if you fall, it won't be a trivial matter!"
"Your Frost Leaf Town still needs your guidance. Hurting yourself isn't worth it!"
Engle was persuading Luo De not out of kindness, but out of a self-protective instinct.
The fiery horse was brought by him. If Luo De were injured while taming this beast, the people of Frost Leaf Town would surely blame him.
If an arm or leg were broken, Engle felt he wouldn't be able to leave alive.
