Horn chose to ride on his way back, rather than taking a carriage.
Seated upright on the saddle, the horse's hooves trotted over the thin ice covering the road, producing a crisp "dada" sound.
He unbuttoned the third button from the bottom of his shirt, holding the reins with one hand while the other hand slipped inside his clothes, resting on his abdomen.
This wasn't because Horn's uncle had arrived, nor was it a stomachache like Napoleon's, but he was touching the underwear made of spider silk fabric.
His thoughts hadn't moved away from Schreiman's spider silk fabric, still lost in distraction.
The more he pondered over this spider silk fabric, the more intriguing it felt, and the flavor grew ever stronger.
According to the data supplied by Schreiman, a child tending to two spring looms could weave three and a half bolts of spider silk fabric.
While within the same period, one skilled worker using a flying shuttle could only weave one bolt.
