As the sound of horse hooves grew closer, just where the turn just now, a tall black thoroughbred horse appeared in their sight. Mary-Henry Bell recognized at a glance that was the thoroughbred horse he had just seen at the train station.

Even when it was around that corner, the horse was not slow, and once it was out of the corner, the horse immediately began to accelerate, and when it opened its eyes, it came to the obstacle like a black lightning. Then it didn't even need the thin rider to control it immediately, and the horse jumped up and easily crossed the high obstacle, just like the obstacle was just a small ridge.

In a blink of an eye, the horse and the thin knight on the horse ran away.

Mary Henry Bell looked at the dark horse that was gone and the thin knight who was about to die, and sighed: "What a good horse! And that knight, his horse-control skills, and when he was over obstacles, the combination of people and horses was very good! I think he should become a popular winner."

"He?" said the staff member, "No, sir, you're wrong, it's not him, it's her. It's a lady."

"A lady?" said Mali-Henry Bell in surprise. "Is it a foreign princess? Just like Siniska of ancient Greece?"

"Foreign princess?" the staff member raised his eyebrows and said, "Which foreign country can have such a princess?"

Marie Henry Bell was slightly stunned, remembering the posture of the rider who had just passed by. She was sitting on the horse. She obviously used a men's saddle and also a men's riding posture. In this era, any princess in the European royal family, even if she was good at equestrianism, must be good at riding with women's saddles. No royal family would allow the princess to use men's saddles. Because they all felt that it would destroy the shape of women's legs, and the appearance of straddling was really unsightly to those royal families, and it was full of imperfect chastity. Although the so-called chastity among the upper nobles of Europe today is simply a joke, the basic appearance still needs to be pretended. Even the girls in the Moulin Rouge often look cold and noble, "can be viewed from a distance but not played with".

"Ah, this lady, is it... 'Chris'?" asked Mary-Henry Bell.

"Chris" is the pseudonym used by Polina when publishing articles in newspapers. Basically, all literary and artistic young people in France know this. Polina is a person with a lot of news. Basically, she and one of his brothers are the key reporters in newspapers such as the Sun. They just directly report on how Miss Polina Bonaparte is, and it is easy to shut down the newspapers (Napoleon was worried that his mother would accidentally see these news). So when everyone reported news related to her, they used the name "Chris" to replace "Polina". So in this way, not only literary and artistic young people, but even those old-school conservatives knew who "Chris" was.

Speaking of those who tend to be noble and serious old-school conservatives also have a very interesting attitude towards the three most important newspapers in Paris. Except for a very few, they basically do not read "Le Scientific Truth". Half of them are willing to read "Le Businessman", while almost all of them read "Le Sun", which is recognized as the most interesting.

"Yes, it's Ms. Chris." The staff member nodded, "It is said that she is the only female athlete in this Olympics."

"Miss Chris's equestrian is really great!" exclaimed Mary Henry Bell, "Even men are few who can compare with her. When you see her passing this obstacle, it is so smooth, like silk."

The fact that Polina is already married is not kept secret, and almost all tabloids in France have reported this. However, French literary youths are more willing to call her "Ms. Chris" than "Ms. Chris", and not "Mrs. Bellton".

"Ms. Chris has been training here for more than a month...but her skills are indeed very good," the staff member replied.

"Trained for more than a month? How much does it cost?" Mary Henry Bell couldn't help thinking, "If it weren't for her 'Chris\Chris clothing' so profitable, ordinary people would be able to train like this. But the effect of this training is really good. It seems that Miss Chris might really be the first female champion in the history of the modern Olympics."

Thinking of this, Mali-Henry Bell continued to follow the staff member forward. At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from behind.

"Is there another rich man here to train? I really shouldn't have participated in equestrian competitions. This kind of competition is completely a game for rich men." Mary Henry Bell turned his head and looked at the corner over there.

A man, riding a gray Arabian horse, reluctantly turned the bend and came towards the obstacle. However, in front of the obstacle, the horse suddenly stopped.

The man riding on the horse was caught off guard, and a somersault fell off the horse, and slapped his butt on the track, and then made a sound like a pig killing cry.

At this time, several people rushed out of a small house not far away, one of them was holding a rolled stretcher in his hand. Obviously, these people were specializing in this kind of matter.

"Do we need help?" asked Mary Henry Bell. In the past, when he was in the cavalry company, he was also unlucky to fall off the horse during training. So, Mary Henry Bell can really help, not go up and help.

"No, no, we have professional staff. If you don't have the qualifications of a doctor and go up to help, it will be very troublesome if something happens." The staff member advised.

Mary Henry Bell knew that what he said made sense, and the people had already run up. He stopped coming forward and said to the staff member who was with him: "Do you know? Actually, I should thank that gentleman well."

"Why? Do you know this gentleman?" asked the staff member.

"No, of course I don't know him," replied Mary Henry Bell. "Where did I get the chance to know such a rich man? But he did give me a great help just now - he helped me restore the confidence I needed to compete."
Chapter completed!