I was a charlatan in India

Looking at the robust, spirited horse before him, Dana appropriately showed hesitation and fear.

But as mentioned before, it was all an act.

He came from a traveling merchant background and had actually dealt with horses in his youth.

This stuff is precious in India, but in its place of origin...

Well, it's quite expensive.

But it hasn't reached the point in India where people below the Kshatriya level are almost never allowed to tame them.

Upon seeing the way the horse arrived, it snorted disdainfully and exhaled a plume of hot air.

This thing is very perceptive; it can tell whether you're scared or not.

The horse trader chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself that this nouveau riche, who had hardly ever handled horses, was indeed intimidated by this display.

"Brother Dana, you'd better be careful. Try to stand to its side until you've gotten to know it well."

"This horse has quite a temper. If it weren't for your rather plump physique, I would have gotten you a more docile one."

Seeing the wild horse's appearance, Dana made a very appropriate expression of hesitation.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and walked forward as if he were bracing himself.

The wild horse shook its head, immediately startling him so much that he retreated several steps.

"It seems... a little unhappy?"

Dana pointed at the wild horse and asked hesitantly, his small eyes fixed on it nervously, as if he was too scared to turn around.

"You need to be more proactive. Feed it some good food, pet it, and talk to it."

The Malaysian businessman provided guidance from the side.

He loved watching his guests get scared by the horses; it always greatly satisfied his vanity.

Those proper gentlemen cannot be trifled with; a merchant like Dana, who works for his superiors, is naturally the right choice.

Upon hearing this, Dana remained silent for a while before seemingly making up his mind.

He took a deep breath and carefully moved into the enclosure.

His obese body made the already cramped enclosure feel even more crowded.

Dana rummaged in his pocket for a while and pulled out a piece of sugar cake, which he considered a way to please the wild horse.

"Master Ma, please have something good to eat. Here, have a bite."

His voice trembled as he held the sugar cake, his arm outstretched, his body leaning back as far as possible.

It was as if he was afraid the horse would bite him.

The horse merchant found it extremely interesting.

The horse's ears twitched, clearly having caught the sweet scent of sugar and oil.

But it merely tilted its head, glanced at Dana and the sugar cake in his hand, and then turned back to continue slowly chewing its beans.

Dana's hand froze in mid-air, and he looked back at the horse merchant as if seeking help.

"Don't be afraid. If you don't even dare to approach it in this stable, wouldn't it be even more impossible to get along with it if you took it out?"

What he said is true.

The design of the stables does not actually allow horses to launch attacks quickly; even if they disagree, they will at most charge at each other a few times.

This is in my own shop; I can't really put my customers in danger.

However, once they leave the stable, things are hard to say.

If you get knocked to the ground, trampled, or even kicked to death, that's your own problem.

After all, Marco is much more precious than a person.

The high priest was kicked to death, and he was just moved to another place to live. Do you think you are more noble than the high priest?

Dana had no choice but to take another small step forward, his hands trembling as he tried to hand the sugar cake to the horse's mouth.

Just then, the wild horse suddenly flicked its tail without warning.

The thick, long tail tip snapped across Dana's wrist with a light touch.

"Ouch!"

Dana screamed as if he had been burned and abruptly withdrew his hand.

The sugar cake fell to the ground with a "thud".

He stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own foot.

When he escaped back to the fence, his face was completely drained of color, and he looked like he was still in shock.

"Ha...cough cough."

The Malaysian businessman quickly covered up his laughter with a cough and took two steps forward.

"It's okay, it's just playing with you."

"See, it didn't kick or bite you, which means it still allows you to touch it."

That was truly the truth.

This horse has a history of kicking a high priest to death.

If they truly reject Dana, even if they can't unleash their full power, they will still rush towards him head-on.

Furthermore, it's fine to amuse guests, but there's no need to actually risk their lives.

While kicking someone to death isn't a big deal, too many problems are ultimately not good.

This spirited horse and Dana can indeed get along well.

The horse trader lowered his voice: "These guys just look fierce. You'll get used to them if you spend more time with them, take them out for walks, and let them get used to your scent."

"Horses are like that; once you get to know them, they really value relationships."

Dana looked conflicted, staring at the shattered sugar cake on the ground as if he were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

After a long while, she resigned herself to her fate and muttered with a gloomy face, "Then... I'll listen to you and take her out for a walk."

"That's right!"

The horse merchant could barely contain his smile: "You lead it around outside slowly for a couple of laps, make a good impression on it, and I'll go finalize the rent with your servant. What do you think?"

This was exactly what Dana wanted.

He nodded hastily, his wrist still trembling slightly as he took the reins.

"Oh, right, what's this horse's name?"

"Haiti".

The horse merchant answered casually, quickly putting the bridle on Haiti.

During the process, Haiti only shook his head impatiently, without putting up any further resistance.

The horse merchant shoved the reins into the sweaty hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go ahead. If it really dares to kick you, just let go and call out, and I'll be there right away."

After saying that, Ma Shang turned around and walked quickly out, finally unable to hold back, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

The fat man was terrified; it was probably his first time dealing with a horse.

They have no sense of right and wrong.

However, as the horse merchant's footsteps faded into the distance and disappeared outside the passageway, the fear on Dana's face quickly vanished.

He released his hand from his chest, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Despite his obese body still being bulky, he strangely exuded an aura as solid as a rock, even drawing a slight glance from Haiti.

Dana then took out another bean cake.

It contains salt and honey, which were used as rewards for horses in ancient India.

Compared to the previous sugar cakes, it was clearly more appealing to Haiti.

He no longer hesitated, but simply spread the sugar cake in his palm and looked calmly at the spirited horse.

Haiti stopped chewing and turned his ears toward Dana.

Horses are wild animals after all. The more you cower, the more rampant they become, but once you calm down, they will face you squarely.

This is something ingrained in our biological instincts.

A man and a horse, their eyes met, neither flinching nor avoiding each other.

They were too close, which was dangerous for a horse that was still unfamiliar with them.

But Dana didn't have time to get to know him properly.

Transporting money is something that can't be hidden no matter what; it will be discovered sooner or later.

He had to act quickly and squeeze out as much time as possible.

He walked steadily, one step forward after another.

Haiti let out a warning growl from his throat, his forelegs pawing the ground lightly.

This is already a harbinger of an attack.

Dana seemed oblivious, showing no fear whatsoever.

He tentatively placed his palm gently on Haiti's thick neck, stroking it steadily along the chestnut hair.

This technique has a peculiar rhythm, with moderate pressure that conforms to the muscle texture.

Even a professional horse trainer would probably find no fault with it.

Haiti's body visibly stiffened for a moment, but he did not dodge or attack.

This human-like posture allowed it to accept this touch.

Moreover, this guy's body shape is different from most humans; he looks broad and thick.

It likes it very much.