Mage Joan

"Your question is very insightful, Lord Shaman. In fact, the mare does not necessarily give birth to a foal. It is also possible to give birth to a "mixed half-centaur" that is more like the father. The odds are half to half."

Baldwin saw Shaman's expression of serious listening, and seemed to be very interested in this issue, so he continued to explain to the special envoy.

"In the long-term breeding process, we have conducted thorough research on the two types of hybrid offspring just mentioned, and after comparison, we have found that the hybrid horse and horse are much worse than the real one in terms of physical strength and intelligence."

"Conversely, if the mare gave birth to a half-breed foal, then from the perspective of a horse, it is undoubtedly an excellent breed worthy of the title of "champion", regardless of endurance, weight bearing, speed or intelligence. Horse breeds are much stronger-the only flaw is the lack of reproductive ability, which is much like a mule."

Sharman nodded and gave a gesture to signal Baldwin to continue his breeding experience.

"Degraded mixed-breed horses have no value for breeding. Frankly speaking, I don’t know whether they have reproductive ability. As for the elite hybrids, although the fertility is not perfect, from a commercial point of view, there is no ability to produce offspring. Great advantage." Baldwin smiled secretly.

"Why can't you have offspring, is it a big advantage?" Sharman asked puzzlingly.

"Sir Shaman, our sect spent a lot of time, money and energy to breed thoroughbred horses, but not for fun, not just doing research in animal husbandry science, the most important thing is to sell this result, no matter It’s okay to sell to the military, to racetracks or wealthy manor owners, in the final analysis, to make money, right?"

"Of course, if this matter is unprofitable, why should we spend so much effort."

"So when we look at this achievement, we should take the perspective of a businessman rather than a scholar. From the perspective of animal husbandry, infertility is indeed a major defect of horses, but as a businessman, I only care about selling. How many horses!"

Baldwin said frowningly.

"If a customer buys a foal from my ranch, he can take it back to breed himself, and he will not come to me to buy a horse in the future."

"Conversely, if the foal we raise cannot produce offspring, we are not afraid that others will buy it back to breed on their own. Customers who need this kind of horse can only come to us for purchase. In this way, we can completely monopolize this business and endlessly. Earn huge profits!"

"Fantastic, very exciting!"

Sharman patted the live snake on his left wrist with his right hand, and expressed his sincere appreciation for Baldwin's remarks through this strange applause.

"Henry, it is no wonder that General Hook praises you as a rare wise man. Your high opinion just made me refreshed."

"It is a great honor to be appreciated by Lord Shaman!" Baldwin took off his hat in a slightly exaggerated manner and pressed it against his chest. He bowed deeply to Shaman and said with a smile: "Waiting for your return When I go to the headquarters of the sect, if I can report the rough opinions of the contemporaries to the Pope, it will be even more grateful."

"Although you can rest assured, I will report everything I have seen and heard truthfully, and no surprise, the Pope will give you generous rewards, but before that, I still have a question."

"Master Shaman, please."

"You said just now that a female horse has only half the chance of giving birth to a mixed-breed foal and half of the chance that it will give birth to a degraded mixed-breed horse. I'm curious how you handle those mixed-breed horses."

"We don’t need this kind of degenerate centaur. It’s a waste of food to raise them, not to mention that the estrus period of the female horse is only less than a month, and the pregnancy period is as long as one year. I can’t tolerate the female. Horses have long bred such degraded hybrids that cannot bring us benefits!"

"By adhering to the principle of cost-efficiency, I will dispose of this useless little hybrid as soon as the embryo of the hybrid is formed, and empty the female's belly as soon as possible for a new round of breeding."

Baldwin's tone is calm and indifferent, as if he is merely stating an objective fact, like "two two get four", which does not involve judgment on the moral and ethical level.

"I agree with you, Henry, but in the specific implementation process, there seems to be a technical difficulty," Sharman asked enthusiastically. "I mean, how can you identify when the mare has not yet given birth? Is it a thoroughbred foal or an inferior horse?

Baldwin smiled slightly, reached out and touched it in the pocket on the inside of the jacket, and took out a magnifying glass with an ivory handle. The mirror surface was about the size of a slap, emitting a hazy magical light in the dark basement.

"Sir Lord Man, please see, this is a magic device that I have spent a lot of money on, called a "perspective mirror"."

"Through this magic lens, my eyes can be blocked through the blood and flesh of the female horse, and I can see the embryos bred in the abdomen directly. According to the characteristics of the fetus during development, it is not difficult to distinguish whether it is a foal or a horse. ."

"If the see-through mirror sees a foal, I will use red paint to put a check mark on the hip of the pregnant mare. If I see a human horse embryo, I will put a cross on the hip of the mare. My assistant will then Give all cross-marked horses veterinary medicine, and early fall of useless fetuses, so as not to waste time and feed."

Sharman took the "perspective mirror" handed over from Baldwin and took a close look in his hands. Afterwards, he held this lens and walked to the corral, irradiating the mares one by one, and his eyes were through the skin and flesh and bones. All are clearly seen.

Sharman nodded with satisfaction, returning the "perspective mirror" to Henry Baldwin, about to speak, and suddenly there was a rapid footstep on the side of the stairs behind him, and then a sharp "magic alarm" sounded.

Sharman's face changed slightly and turned to Baldwin: "What happened?"

Baldwin looked confused, looking back at the place where the magic alarm came, and saw a slave in his own suit flying down the stairs leading to the surface, panting and panicking.

"Master! Not good! Something happened!"

"What a panic! Calm down and tell me what happened outside?" Baldwin whispered.

"Yes... it's the Ironhoof Tribe! The Clan of the Ironhoof Tribe has been killed in the town overnight, and has surrounded the house, throwing arrows to shoot many guards and throwing torches into the courtyard!"

The domestic servant who came to the report wiped with cold sweat and panic.

"Master! Now the whole house is in flames, almost all the houses are ignited, please think about it!"

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