The old hunter pointed to the group of dogs, "This is a group of hunting dogs newly trained this year. They already know how to obey orders. I left one for you. You came just right, so choose quickly. If you wait until tomorrow, you can only wait for someone else to pick the rest.

Generally, I will not sell dogs to outsiders, but we are friends, so I can make an exception for you, of course the money still needs to be calculated." The old hunter said and smiled sly.

Sean looked at these ferocious hunting dogs with interest. These big dogs that look like wolves are unique to the Nord area. The Nords will cross local dogs and wild wolves to breed this huge wolf dog. This wolf dog is extremely ferocious but also wild and difficult to tame. It requires training from professional dog trainers to become a qualified hunting dog.

The training process is cruel and long, and dogs that fail to train will be killed directly (Nords also eat dog meat).

However, once the training is completed, these hounds will become a rare and good helper for hunters.

Sean had thought before that he might be a little lonely living in the valley. He was afraid that he wouldn't be crazy after a winter, so he always had to make a living creature as a companion. And having a dog with him could also add some safety protection, so he asked Milok to help him get one.

He caught a fancy to the black hound with a white star spot on his forehead at a glance. It looked extremely majestic, and his eyebrows and eyes looked like a black back he had raised in his previous life.

He took out a piece of dried meat and threw it over. The black dog glanced at the dried meat on the ground, but did not dare to move. It was not until Milok whistled at it that he picked up the dried meat and ate it in two bites.

After receiving Milok's instructions, Sean walked forward and carefully stroked the hair on the dog's neck, watching its arched back gradually falling down.

"It looks like it likes you very much, it's a good start," Milok said, handing him a collar.

Wearing a collar for a dog is a subtle ceremony, a bit like signing a contract between master and servant. Sean put the collar on the dog with his own hands, and the black dog immediately flattered him and shook his tail at him.

Sean took out a ten-gold pound note and handed it to the old hunter. He didn't ask the price. Such a good dog must be not cheap, but ten gold pounds are definitely enough.

Milok was a little surprised, "I can't find such a big money."

"No need to look for it. We are friends, so why are you polite?"

Milok smiled embarrassedly, "That's right - oh yes, there are some things to note that dogs are just like humans, with a strong sense of class, you must let them know who the boss is. Brighton people like to keep dogs as pets, hold dogs in their arms, and call them kissing babies, but this set is not feasible in Nord.

Hounds have to go to the battlefield and be ready to fight wild animals at any time. If they eat too much and lose their wildness, they will be useless...

If it feels that it is more important than your life, then it will be cowardly at the critical moment. So it must let it understand that you are the most important one. You are the leader, the master, and its god. You must show it your "power" from time to time.

As long as a dog knows that there is a big man behind it, he will be brave and fearless. Even a tiger dares to touch it. Never let it feel abandoned, as the dog will lose its fighting spirit..."

The old hunter nagged and told him a lot, and Sean kept it all in mind.

He whistled at the black dog. The black dog followed up spiritually, jumped to the carriage, sniffed the smell of smoked venison and wild boar ham on the carriage, and his expression became excited for a moment.

Sean, the old reporter, said the old man, and his face sank, "Sit down! Don't move!"

Seeing the black dog showing a submissive expression, he nodded with satisfaction.

Sitting in the driving position, he waved the horse whip, and the carriage staggered on the road.

Sean was driving a carriage for the first time, which was even more nervous than he was driving for the first time. He didn't know whether to swing the whip in his hand or gently lift it, for fear that it would shock the horse with too much force, and for fear that it would be too light and that it would be ineffective.

Fortunately, there were no pedestrians along the way, which gave him plenty of time to learn and master it.

After a while of running in, one man and one horse actually had a little tacit understanding. With just one wave of the whip, the horse naturally knew where to go. Although the speed could not be faster, at least it would not go in the opposite direction.

On the way home, Sean decided to name the dog Coal Flag, which was the name of the dog he raised in his previous life. As for those horses, it would be called Radish.

After walking for an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the manor in the valley. Without Sean's order, the coal ball jumped out of the carriage by itself.

Sean threw a piece of jerky at random to it as a reward for obedience along the way.

Next he started to carry supplies, and he moved all the food into the food storage room of the mansion, which was very suitable for storing food.

Several live chickens were stuffed into chicken cages, and wild animals were everywhere in the mountains, so he didn't dare to raise them freely.

Sean is planning to keep it until it snows, and then he can get freezing directly after shedding her hair.

He took the radish from the cart and sent it into the stable, then made some hay and put it into the feed trough, and poured two buckets of water into the trough.

By the time he finished all this, it was almost dark.

He didn't have lunch in the town at noon, so his stomach was so hungry that he was rumbled and exhausted.

He was quite satisfied with looking at the warehouse full of food, but it was a bit difficult to work alone in such a big house.

Sean made himself a hearty dinner, and he sat by the fire, ate smoked venison and oatmeal, served with salted fish and cabbage leaves fried in lard, and an apple after the meal.

Coal ball was lying beside the fire and watching him eat, which made Sean feel a little disgusted. However, he kept in mind Milok's advice that dogs are social animals, and the order of eating is also a manifestation of status. The wolf pack always eats first. Only when the wolf pack is full will it be the other wolf turn.

Sean waited until he was full, and then he put the remaining oatmeal porridge, a few pieces of cured meat, and the lard in the pan and poured it into the briquette's food bowl.

The coal balls started to eat them voraciously.

While the sky was not completely dark, Sean found the bag of acorn noodles. The acorn noodles looked gray and completely different from what he imagined. There were still some unground particles inside. He kneaded the noodles with cold water and quickly kneaded the noodles into a dough.

He kneaded the dough into small balls, rushed it into dough cakes, and baked it on the fire.

The aroma of acorn noodles spread in the air. Sean baked five acorn cakes in total, picked up one and took a bite. The taste was quite subtle, but it was definitely not delicious.

I don’t know if this thing works. Will it be better if it uses white flour to make pancakes?

Sean thought, and laughed at himself.

After breakfast the next morning, Sean looked at the weather and was lucky. The sky was gray today and it seemed that it was about to rain. It was just right for the summoning ceremony. He carried a few acorn cakes, carried a hunting rifle, and a bundle of ropes. The Book of Another World was packed in a leather bag and carrying coal balls. He came all the way to the tree hole that was marked yesterday.

Looking at the tree hole in front of him, Sean took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!