Chapter 506: The Magic Mirror of Perspective

"Your question is very insightful, Lord Sharman. In fact, a female horse does not necessarily give birth to a foal, and may also give birth to a 'mixed centaur' that is more like the paternal side. Generally speaking, the female horse gives birth to these two offspring The odds are 50-50."

Baldwin saw Sharman listening carefully, as if he was very interested in this question, so he continued to explain to the special envoy.

"During the long-term breeding process, we have conducted sufficient research on the two types of hybrid offspring just mentioned. After comparison, we found that the hybrid centaurs are far inferior to real centaurs in terms of physical strength and intelligence."

"Conversely, if the female horse gives birth to a mixed-breed foal, then from a horse's point of view, it is undoubtedly an excellent breed worthy of the title of 'champion', regardless of its endurance, weight, speed or intelligence. Horse breeds are much stronger - the only flaw is that they are not fertile, much like mules."

Sharman nodded and gestured for Baldwin to continue talking about his breeding experience.

"Deteriorated mixed-breed horses have no breeding value. Frankly speaking, I don't know if they have reproductive ability. As for the fine-bred mixed-blood horses, although their fertility is not perfect, from a commercial point of view, it is a waste of money to have no offspring. Great advantage." Baldwin smiled secretly.

"How can it be a great advantage not to have offspring?" Shaman asked inexplicably.

"Lord Shaman, our church spends a lot of time, money and energy on breeding horses, not just for fun, and it's not just doing research on animal husbandry, the most important thing is to sell this achievement, no matter what Whether it’s sold to the military, a racetrack or a wealthy manor owner, it’s all about making money, right?”

"Of course, if it's not profitable, why should we bother?"

"So when we look at this achievement, we should adopt 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 being able to sell horses. How many horses!"

Baldwin said happily.

"If a customer buys a foal from my ranch, he can take it home and breed it himself, and he won't come to me to buy a horse again in the future."

"Conversely, if the foals we bred are unable to produce offspring, we are not afraid of others buying them back and breeding them on their own. Customers who need such horses can only come to us to buy them. In this way, we can completely monopolize this business, and there will be a steady stream of horses. Earn huge profits!"

"Wonderful, very wonderful!"

Sharman patted the live snake attached to his left wrist with his right hand, expressing his sincere appreciation for what Baldwin said just now through this weird applause.

"Henry, it's no wonder that General Hook praised you as a rare smart person. Your high-sounding remarks just now refreshed my ears."

"It's a great honor to be appreciated by Lord Sharman!" Baldwin took off his top hat and pressed it on his chest in a slightly exaggerated way, bowed deeply to Sharman, and said with a smile: "Wait for your return." When I come to the headquarters of the church, if I can report to the Pope face-to-face the superficial insights I just had just now, I will be even more grateful."

"Don't worry, I will truthfully report everything I have seen and heard. If there is no accident, His Excellency the Pope will reward you generously. But before that, I have one more question."

"Master Sharman, please speak."

"You said just now that a female horse has only half the chance of giving birth to a mixed-blood foal after conception, and the other half has a chance of giving birth to a degraded half-breed centaur. I'm curious how you deal with those half-breed centaurs."

"We don't need this kind of degraded centaurs. It's a waste of food to raise them. What's more, the estrus period of female horses is only less than a month, but the pregnancy period lasts for nearly a year. I can't tolerate female horses. Horses have bred this degraded bastard for a long time that cannot bring us benefits!"

"Adhering to the principle of cost-effectiveness, I will dispose of this useless little bastard when the embryo of the hybrid centaur is just formed, and empty the belly of the mare as soon as possible so that it can be used for a new round of breeding."

Baldwin's tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was just stating an objective fact, like "two two makes four", without involving moral and ethical judgments.

"I agree with your point of view, Henry, but there seems to be a technical difficulty in the actual implementation process," Sharman asked enthusiastically, "I mean, how can you identify when the mare has not yet given birth? Is it a good-bred foal or an inferior horse?"

Baldwin smiled slightly, reached out his hand to feel in the inside pocket of his jacket, and took out a magnifying glass with an ivory handle. The mirror was about the size of a palm, emitting a hazy magical aura in the dark basement.

"Lord Shaman, please take a look. This is a magic tool that I spent a lot of money to buy. It's called a 'perspective mirror'."

"Through this magical lens, my line of sight can see through the flesh and blood of the mare, and I can directly see the embryo conceived in her abdomen. According to the characteristics of the fetus during its development, it is not difficult to distinguish whether it is a foal or a centaur. .”

"If what I see in the mirror is a foal, I will put a checkmark on the buttocks of the pregnant mare with red paint. If I see a centaur embryo, I will put a cross on the buttocks of the mare. Afterwards, my assistant will Administer veterinary drugs to all crossed mares, and abort useless fetuses early, so as not to waste time and feed."

Sharman took the "perspective mirror" handed by Baldwin, held it in his hand and examined it carefully, and then walked to the corral with this lens, and irradiated the mares one by one, and the sight really penetrated the skin, flesh and blood, bones and internal organs You can see everything clearly.

Sharman nodded in satisfaction, returned the "perspective mirror" to Henry Baldwin, and was about to speak, when suddenly hurried footsteps came from the stairs behind him, followed by a piercing "magic alarm".

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

Baldwin looked confused, and looked back to where the magic alarm came from. From a distance, he saw a servant in his own uniform running down the stairs leading to the surface, panting and flustered.

"Master! It's not good! Something happened!"

"What are you panicking about? Calm down and tell me what happened outside?" Baldwin scolded.

"Yes...it's the Iron Hoof Tribe! The men and horses of the Iron Hoof Tribe stormed into the town overnight, surrounded the house, shot many guards to death with arrows, and threw torches into the yard!"

The servant who came to report the news was wiping off cold sweat, his face full of panic.

"My lord! Now the whole house is on fire, and almost all the houses have been set ablaze. You should quickly think of a way!"

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