On the way, the sound of horse hooves tapping steadily on the stone road sounded very pleasant.
Alex struck up a conversation with the experienced old coachman holding the whip in front, asking about the price, and learned that buying a passable carriage, plus the cost of raising the horse, the stable, and maintenance, required at least 3000 pounds.
The coachman even laughed loudly, saying that was the price for an ordinary horse; a good horse was priceless.
Hearing that, Alex immediately fell silent, swallowed his saliva, and chose to give up immediately.
That sky-high price was something he didn't even dare to think about; that amount was larger than his current fortune.
He would have to be promoted to the rank of senior supervisor, or work hard for ten years without eating or drinking, not spending a single penny, to be able to afford it, right?
That was too far-fetched; dreams were just dreams, reality was much crueler.
