Tall flagpoles are erected everywhere, and colorful flags are hung on the top of the flagpoles.

There were colorful sheds on the stands around, and the nobles in gorgeous clothes and well-dressed clothes were crowded in the narrow private rooms with their whole family, with their faces full of excitement and fanatic expressions.

Among the fanatic people, not only the nobles, but also the servants joined the fanatical crowd. The servants who were not on duty stood outside the circle, and their hearts fluctuated with the galloping horse.

Whenever Ma Chao advances or falls behind, you can always hear a surprise or a loss-losing sound from the stands.

On the stand in the center, a young man wearing a luxurious royal blue silk jacket with a shiny brown deer-skin boots walked out of a luxuriously decorated box in the middle.

He snapped his fingers, and immediately a palace servant ran over under him.

The young man made another gesture, and the palace servant nodded and immediately ran towards the distance.

The young man was about to turn around when someone suddenly called him from behind: "Earl Xirup, where did you place your bet?"

The young man turned around—look, it turned out that it was Earl Foucault who walked towards him.

"His Majesty, the respected Majesty, thinks that the No. 5 and his horse have hope of winning, so he bet a thousand gold coins on the No. 5." The young man asked with a smile: "Sir Earl, your father is an expert in this field. Which horse do you think of?"

"Oh, I know nothing about this. I hope this horse racing will end soon. Earl of Shirup, you know, my father is so passionate about it, he can't extricate himself now." Earl of Foucault shook his head and sighed.

"Yes, I think such horse racing may be held frequently in the capital in the future. It is really not easy for a guy who can come up with this idea." Earl Xirup said with a smile.

"Who else in the capital knows that person better than you and me? When we were in Serthburg, we had already experienced his cleverness?" Earl Foucault also laughed.

"But I didn't expect that any idea he came up with would cause such a sensation. Can you think of it?" asked Count Xirup.

"Oh, no, I don't have that kind of genius." Foucault mocked himself.

"You misunderstood. I just want to ask you if you ever thought his idea would be so popular." Earl of Xirup quickly explained.

The two of them looked face to face and burst into laughter at the same time.

After laughing, the two seemed to feel much closer to each other. Earl Foucault approached the young man, lay on the railing and looked at the horse racing in the distance and said, "Earl Xirup, the days I passed by with you all the way back from Sethburg were very happy. I originally thought we could establish a certain friendship."

The young man also lay on the railing and sighed, "Oh, you can't help it. Just like when the little heir of Serthburg entered Franck, I really want to advise Your Majesty not to adopt tough strategies."

"In many cases, only by truly understanding a person can he be treated correctly. I think your Majesty will never act rashly at Sercebord again." Earl Foucault said with a smile.

"Just look at the scene in front of him, His Majesty joked casually. The young man just used his brains a little, but successfully captured everyone here. He heard that Marquis Miluowan didn't even have time to count gold coins, and the imperial accountant of the court was not enough to dispatch. He was asking Marquis Naval to allocate some of the accounting departments of the Finance Department to him. Hunting in the Wang family has always been the most expensive thing, but this time it may make a big profit. What Marquis Keane has never done in his life, the young man just used his brain and solved it in a few seconds. Is there anyone planning to be an enemy of him?" The young man sighed again.

"By the way, Earl Foucault, you don't just want to chat with me," the young man asked.

"Earl Xirup, I do want to be friends with you, but it is still the same thing as before. We can have some kind of friendship between us." Earl Foucault said with a smile: "Earl Xirup, my father is my father, I am me, and so do you. Sometimes you do have to represent His Majesty the King, but you can also have your own choices and positions."

Seeing Xilup's puzzled expression, Earl Foucault smiled and said, "My father, Your Majesty and Prince Phillips, are the previous generation. There is no need to continue the grudges and entanglement between them. Moreover, they are all old. How long can he be so energetic even the youngest prince? What's more, have you not been enlightened from the little heir of Sethborg? The new era is coming, and I think the Marquis of Farror may see this clearly than you."

Speaking of this, he nodded to Earl of Shirup and turned around and left.

...

Next to the fence, Rebow carefully examined the condition of the horse's hooves. This was taught by an experienced jockey from Sibai. The teacher was specially selected by Mr. Hyde from South Harbor. It is said that this jockey had been in the Sibai for a long time. Rebow naturally knew that Mr. Hyde made such arrangements, and it was obvious that Mr. Hyde was determined to win this horse racing conference.

Although Ruibo didn't know the inside story, he also guessed that he had some reasons. Perhaps like Beijing, Mr. Hyde also placed a bet in Nangang.

Of course, only Mr. Mair is the only person who is qualified to bet on Mr. Hyde, and what they bet on is likely to be the future ownership and direction of Nangang.

Since it is related to such an important thing, Ruibo naturally goes all out.

The horse with purebred blood and his body has no weight in the wind, so Ribo did not take it seriously. From the preliminaries to now, he was always able to choose more than half a lap to the second place. This thoroughbred horse ran as fast as lightning. Ribo couldn't even see the benchmarks on both sides, nor could he see the signal from the signal hand waving the flag next to the stage.

But what reassuring him was that his beloved mount didn't need him to command it, so he could make the right choice.

This thoroughbred horse seemed to be born to gallop on the field, and it was extremely excited when it came here. Other horses seemed to agree with this. When they saw him avoiding each other, they ignored other horses and always looked tall and arrogant.

The only one that could cheer it up was only two racehorses, and the jockey who drove them was also Ribo's own strong rival.

Seeing His Highness returning to the rest venue under the stars, Ruibo turned around and looked at the runway. The second player had just crossed the bottom line. Seeing his breathless look, he had obviously tried his best.

Just as Ribo looked around, the prince came over, holding a towel in his hand and wiping sweat. In the distance, his assistant was walking slowly with his horse and doing soothing exercises.

"You are running well for Count Medin." His Highness Prince Henride said with a smile.

"Your Highness Prince, don't you win too? And you're so much ahead." Ruibo asked back.

"I really want to meet you in the finals sooner, and I can't even wait," the prince said.

"Maybe there are five rounds." Ruibo estimated.

"Earl Medin, there is one thing I want to ask, I wonder why you thought of this idea so quickly? Turning the horse racing conference into the most luxurious casino ever? Your Majesty the King obviously just had a sudden idea to ask you, and you should have no preparation in advance." His Highness asked.

Rebow scratched his head, and he wanted to tell the prince that Serthborg often held horse racing meetings, and gambling occurred in secret, but the participants were just jockeys and people in the circle.

But he also knew that taking things into himself can enhance his weight.

"Your Highness, this is normal. Only Duke Focos and his fellow pals are really interested in horse racing. The number of people are extremely limited. Duke Focos has paid too much for his preferences. I am essentially a businessman. Using all resources to obtain the greatest benefit is the true nature of our businessmen. As far as I know, His Majesty the King's addiction to playing cards is definitely not under the Duke's preference for horses. And under the leadership of His Majesty, there are quite a lot of people in the capital who like this, and even the wives are lovers of this aspect." Ruibo said with a smile: "Putting the horse racing conference held at a deserted but cost a huge price with the activities that everyone loves, I believe you will make such a choice."

Hearing Ribo's words, Prince Henride was about to express something, but suddenly a cold voice came from beside him: "So that's it, it's so simple. The wisdom of a genius seems to be nothing great."

His Highness Prince Henride didn't have to turn his head, and he knew that the person who came was his baby sister who loved to cause trouble.

Smiling awkwardly at Ribo, Prince Henride said, "Please forgive my sister for being unreasonable. She was spoiled by me and my father."

"Your Highness the Princess speaks quickly, and what she said is true." As he said that, Ruibo led the horse and planned to find an excuse to leave. He was not interested in staying with the willful girl.

Ruibo thought very well, but the princess obviously refused to let him go. The princess frowned and said, "Do you want to avoid me? I haven't figured out the matter with you yet. You also got me into a dangerous fight, which made me unable to calm down. I always had nightmares at night. Do you tell me how to make up for me?"

Ruibo glanced at the willful princess with a slanted eyes and said that she could not calm down. Ruibo was willing to believe it, but it was probably because of being too excited.

Although he thought so in his heart, Ruibo couldn't say it out.

Just as Ribo was thinking about how to dispense with this difficult little girl, suddenly there was a deafening cheer from the stands.

Everyone turned their heads and saw ten horses rushing out of the track at the same time. One of them obviously had an advantage. As soon as they rushed out of the track, they were one horse position ahead of the horses behind.

"Beautiful, the jockey's reaction, the horse's explosive power is all first-class." Prince Henride said appreciatively.

Ruibo nodded, knowing very well that although his love of riding was not worse than that horse, he would never be able to do so much ahead at the beginning of the race.

"I don't think it's anything. Although the Androforie horse has a strong explosive power, its endurance is far less than that of your brother's 'Rich'. I've been observing for a long time. Every time the third lap comes, the horse will gradually slow down." His Royal Highness said disapprovingly.

"The little girl who pretends to understand is a real master. He knows very well how to keep the horse in the best state. Didn't you see the third lap, he was already ahead of the second runner for more than half a lap? There is no need to keep the horse nervous. Slowing down is a normal choice. Androforell breed is a well-known strong horse. If you can train such a horse so obediently, that jockey will be my strong enemy." Prince Henride said solemnly.

Hearing His Highness the Prince's words, Ruibo began to feel a little worried.

He also knew very well that in this horse racing, only His Highness Prince Henride and the jockey were the ones who could really threaten him.

Compared with the two of them, Ruibo has no confidence at all. These two people know the horses very well. Whether it is starting, accelerating, turning or sprinting, they all have specific rules and can be extremely accurate and not bad at all.

Although the champion jockey from Sibai also taught him these tricks, it is not easy to ride on a horse and do this according to his intentions.

Compared with these two, their riding skills are far from reaching the level of proficiency, and they are already approaching perfection.

Just as Ribo was worried, there was another cheer from the stands, and the jockey flew past them like lightning, leaving only a string of thunderous horse hooves.

He had already thrown the horse racing behind him far away.

Seeing the jockey leaning all his body to the side of the racehorse, his weight not only did not cause burden to the racehorse, but instead made the racehorse turn more easily, Ribo's feeling of uneasiness became stronger.

Even Prince Henride frowned uncontrollably, and he knew very well that the jockey was a powerful enemy.

...

The noon sun shines on the racecourse, and most people are gathering in the hall behind the stands, enjoying the grand lunch prepared by the palace for them.

The unexpected success of the horse racing conference and the gold coins that continued to roll into the palace treasury made His Majesty the King very excited.

His Majesty, who was extremely happy, seemed particularly generous, because of this, the luncheon seemed particularly sumptuous.

However, the nobles obviously did not focus on the rich and delicious food. They gathered together in groups of three or three, and the topic always revolved around the horse racing. Duke Focos was naturally the most proud of everyone. He became the focus and center of attention. Everyone wanted to hear some comments from him, because he was the leading horse expert in the capital, and because he was one of the most won by the horse racing conference today, and because the horse racing and jockey he provided were one of the most eye-catching three pairs of combinations of this horse racing conference. If nothing unexpected happens, the champion will most likely be produced among them.

Because of this, the most talked about at the luncheon is who will win the championship.

The odds announced by the Marquis of Miluowan, the court chief, were one to eleven, which was expected by everyone. Even Duke Focos was not sure to clearly assert which player would win the final victory.

In the fence of the racecourse, Rebow enjoyed the lunch brought by Eckert, and because there was still a competition, the jockeys could not eat too much.

Raw cereals with lemon sauce are indeed delicious, but it is not easy to fill the belly. After four raw cereals, Ribo seemed to have eaten nothing. In another fence in the distance, Prince Henride enjoyed a simple lunch like him. Before the final, the jockey would never leave his horse racing. The only one that could show his unique prince's identity was the exquisite and luxurious tent and a beautiful dining table with silver-edged edges.

In the distance, the court servants were dragging heavy milling wheels to level the runway there.

Rebow glanced carefully at the runway, and his mind kept thinking about the strategies he should use.

In one morning, he had already had a deep understanding of His Highness the Prince and the Jockey.

Both of them are much richer than themselves in terms of skills and experience.

The only thing I can rely on is my body that has almost no weight. I have to run a full ten laps in the afternoon final, which is definitely an advantage for me.

Of course, Ruibo is also very clear that his weakest part is in the two aspects of starting and turning.

The weakness at the start is already quite unfavorable to you. If you fall behind your opponent, the dust flying up by the opponent will cause great interference, and the weakness at the turn makes it difficult for you to surpass your opponent.

Just as Rebow was worried there, a short, middle-aged man came over, and he was the horse racing champion from Sibai that Mr. Hyde had tried his best to invite.

"Your opponent is quite strong," he said.

"They are more skilled than me and more experienced than me." Ruibo nodded and said.

The horse racing champion looked at Ribo and nodded, and sighed and said, "I have been like you now. That was my first time competing." He glanced at Ribo, smiled at him and said, "It was also the first time I won the title of champion."

As if recalling the past experience, the short middle-aged man slowly said: "I still clearly remember that the person who was most eye-catching and considered the most promising person to win at that time was a celebrity who won the championship for six consecutive years. At that time, I was just an unknown unknown man. The celebrity was indeed very skilled. His driving of horses reached a state of perfection. At that time, I did not have such skills."

"But you won in the end, why?" Ribo asked in confusion.
To be continued...