The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 970

“Mr. Campbell, have you had any experience riding horses before?” Weston inquired, his expression tinged with curiosity.

Donald hummed in response. “I used to ride a horse daily at my previous workplace.”

He found himself missing the warhorses he had back in Quadfield.

During his time stationed in Quadfield, his means of transportation had been a war horse, which was substantially larger than the one he currently rode.

As Donald sat atop the horse, he experienced no sense of pressure whatsoever. If anything, he held the opinion that this delicate horse could not truly showcase his riding skills to the fullest.

Adler had always held Donald in high esteem, thus he found no astonishment in Donald's ability to ride a horse. It would be the ultimate irony if Sky Sage couldn't ride a horse upon descending to Earth!

“Mr. Campbell, don't you need a saddle?” Even though he knew Donald was incredibly formidable, Adler could not help but point out that Donald's horse did not have a saddle.

Donald waved his hand and replied, “I never use a saddle when I ride a horse. It affects the horse's stamina.”

Although a saddle could ensure the rider's safety, it still posed a considerable burden for the horse to bear due to its weight.

Bearing the weight of a person was already a considerable load for a horse, and adding a saddle that exceeded ten pounds would only compound the strain. This could place a substantial burden on the horse.

If another person were to decline the saddle, Adler would likely interpret it as a display of showing off.

However, when it came to Donald's decision to forego the saddle, Adler regarded it as a choice that aligned with Donald's usual tendencies.

This indicated their accustomed practice of riding horses without saddles. It was not about flaunting their abilities; rather, it stemmed from their habitual approach.

They then rode their horses straight into the mountains.

Given that Adler's hunting cabin was situated atop a mountain, as they strolled along the forest trail, they would engage in listening to Adler recounting intriguing tales throughout their walk.

“Mr. Hackett, what prompts you to reside in such a secluded location all by yourself? I gather that hunting may not yield as much income as guiding would. So, why do you persist in being a hunter?” Weston asked.

With the advancement of modern technology, the majority of people had already begun to enjoy the conveniences and benefits of city life.

Hunters like Adler, who devoted their days and nights to traversing mountains and forests, not only faced perilous situations but also endured challenging living conditions.

At times, even after dedicating an entire day to the mountains, he could manage to earn no more than two hundred at most.

But if Adler was willing to act as a tour guide for people like them, he could easily make seven to eight hundred a day.

Furthermore, serving as a tour guide was not particularly hazardous, and it was a profession with steady potential for growth.

Hence, Weston found himself perplexed as to why Adler had chosen to become a hunter in the first place.

Upon hearing Weston's question, Adler took a sip from the wine flask at his waist before replying casually, “I became a hunter because there's a man-eating tiger in these woods. When I was little, I, too, dreamed of leaving these woods, going to the city, studying like other children, and heading to the big city. But when I was eleven, a tiger broke into my home and killed my entire family.”

As Adler uttered these words, his demeanor remained composed, yet Weston could still sense the undercurrent of animosity within him.

Weston was unaware of the profound shock that had struck Adler's psyche when he had helplessly witnessed a tiger ruthlessly slaughter his family before his very eyes.

Based on Adler's unwavering dedication to being a hunter, Weston could discern the profound extent of Adler's fixation on that tiger.

Weston could not help but inquire further, “So, did you find that tiger?”

“Not yet,” Adler replied nonchalantly. “I've spotted it a few times, but it's quite an elusive creature. It always managed to slip away.”

“That tiger might be dead by now,” Drogo chimed in, “After all, it's something that happened decades ago. A tiger's lifespan isn't usually that long.”