Showing no intention of retreating.
It merely snorted a few times, allowing Old Simeon's right hand to fall on its head.
Allowing him to gently stroke it.
Perhaps feeling the comfort within.
The warhorse's ears twitched involuntarily, while its mane-covered tail swung rhythmically...
Seeing this scene, Lynn's eyebrows slightly rose.
Whether it was Old Simeon just now, introducing the Badan Pure-blood Warhorse with such familiarity.
Or now, the warhorse's adaptability to his approach.
It was evidently much more relaxed and natural than with the ranch workers.
That feeling was like that of old friends.
After gently stroking the warhorse a few times, Old Simeon curiously asked.
"May I ask... who decided to build a separate stable for raising warhorses?"
Guy, hearing this, turned his head to look at Lynn and replied, "It was our Master Lynn."
Old Simeon's gaze followed Guy's over.
Lynn countered, "Is there a problem?"
Old Simeon was slightly surprised and quickly answered.
