Chris shook his head helplessly: "Oh, dad is too late to stay."
At this moment, Manda came over and leaned her slim body against the door.
Chris asked: "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to watch you, so that you don't get led astray by those guys." Manda said.
"If you don't go back and watch your father, what do you care about me?"
Manda pouted and said: "That old guy is hopeless. He ran away without a trace while I wasn't paying attention."
If nothing else goes wrong, all the noble knights who came on this trip went to Yanliu Lane to see the world.
"It's so boring. Let's go out for a walk."
"Okay, I'll accompany you." Manda seemed to be refusing to leave.
The two walked out of the hotel and took a leisurely walk along the street.
On the bustling streets, there were continuous shouts.
After walking forward for another ten minutes, they saw a relatively large building with the words "racecourse" written on the front door.
"Hey, what a coincidence." Paul walked towards me with a smile on his face.
Chris rolled his eyes and said, "Why is it you again?"
"Who in Nebula City doesn't know that I, Paul, spend all day at the racecourse? By the way, I still don't know your name?"
"Chris Jordan." Chris said.
Paul asked: "Are you here to race horses?"
"No." Chris shook his head and said, "Just take a stroll."
"Let's go in and have a look. James will ride his Storm Horse to the end today." Paul's eyes were blazing, "That's a rare and good horse."
"Yeah." The three of them walked into the racecourse together.
As soon as he entered, Chris could feel the fiery atmosphere.
This place is somewhat similar to the stadium in the previous life, with an oval track in the middle and tens of thousands of spectator seats surrounding it.
At this moment, those seats were all filled with people, staring intently at the venue and screaming.
"Viscount James, I love you."
"Lord Jacob, we must win!"
There were seven young people in the venue, riding tall horses and jumping back and forth.
Those horses were strong and strong, all over three meters tall. They were obviously not ordinary people, and ordinary people could not ride on them normally.
One of the young nobles attracted special attention. He had dark skin and bulging muscles, like a black bear walking upright.
And the war horse under his crotch is even more majestic. The horse's head is nearly three meters above the ground, and its whole body is entangled in a subtle whirlwind.
Manda was surprised. The quality of each of the seven horses running back and forth was far superior to his own Qinglin horse.
Chris looked at Paul and asked: "There are only seven people in eight tracks, why don't you participate?"
Paul said: "Those guys' mounts are too perverted. They all have the blood of Warcraft. They are a cross between wild horses and Warcraft. My black-maned horse is simply not good enough in front of them."
"Oh?" Chris was quite surprised, "You like horses so much, why don't you buy one from them or train one yourself?"
"Sigh." Paul sighed helplessly, "Their family background is not inferior to mine at all, and I can't even force them to buy them. And training horses of the Warcraft breed is not easy, and it will take at least several decades. Their horses have been cross-bred and tested since the previous generation. Unfortunately, my father didn’t like this thing, so he didn’t leave me any precious horses.”
"Okay." Chris looked at Paul with sympathy. For this aristocratic young man who regarded horses as his life, it was quite a torture to watch his peers riding fine BMWs in front of him.
At this time, Chris saw several people who looked like waiters carrying trays, running back and forth in front of the auditorium. Whenever someone handed them money, they handed each other a wooden sign.
Chris asked: "What are those for?"
Paul said: "Betting on horse racing, betting on who will win the final victory, the minimum bet is one gold coin."
Chris smiled and said: "I think those players all know each other personally, right? Aren't you afraid that they will secretly send people to place bets and manipulate the competition to make money?"
"It's unlikely." Paul vetoed. "Every time there is a horse racing competition, the organizer will give generous rewards to the winners. Even those noble young men will be excited. The situation you mentioned has indeed happened in the past.
The championship had to be given to the weaker one, but in the end the two sides fought over the reward, and the two broke up on bad terms, thus severing their long-standing friendship."
While they were talking, they saw a gentle middle-aged man walking to the center of the venue.
"Welcome to watch today's horse racing. I am your good friend Harry." Harry used his fighting spirit to spread his voice to the entire audience, "Okay, let's take a look at the winner's reward for this game."
A beautiful maid came over holding a jade plate covered with yellow velvet.
Harry lifted the velvet cloth, revealing the fiery red fruit, which looked a bit like an enlarged apple. The leaves were golden yellow, and red light particles floated on the surface of the fruit.
"Dragon blood fruit is said to be a fruit that grows where two evil dragons fight and the blood is sprayed for irrigation." Harry introduced to the audience, "If you feed it to your mount, there is a certain probability that your beloved horse will have dragon blood.
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The moment he saw the Dragon Blood Fruit, Chris' eyes widened and his breathing became rapid.
That fruit had a great attraction for him.
Chris grabbed Paul's shoulders and asked excitedly: "Can anyone participate in this competition? How to get there?"
Paul shook his head and said: "That being said, it will take a certain amount of time for you to go to the organizer to evaluate the mount, and you won't have time to participate in this competition."
Chris immediately beat his chest and felt as if a cat had scratched his head.
No wonder the organizers were so confident and even Chris was moved by the prizes they presented.
Seeing his appearance, Paul showed a sly smile on his face and said, "However, there are no other ways."
Chris quickly asked: "Tell me, what can I do?"
"You can take my competition card and participate as a foreign aid."
"Okay, I owe you a favor this time." Chris said, "Tell me, what are the rules of the competition?"
Paul smiled: "There are eight tracks in total. Competitors are not allowed to cross paths, otherwise it will be regarded as a violation and the results will be invalid. During the competition, players are not allowed to attack others. The race is 3,000 meters and requires six laps."
"Okay." Chris nodded and wrote down the rules of the game, "Take me there."
"Come with me."
Paul and Chris walked along the aisle between the auditoriums and found Harry.
"Master Paul, what can I do?" Harry bowed deeply and asked.
Paul took out a bronze medal from his arms, about half the size of a palm. The front was plated with gold and had a picture of a vigorous horse.
"This friend of mine wants to participate in this Marseille and I hope you can register."
"Okay." Harry said repeatedly, "Name? Breed of horse?"
"Chris, dragon blood horse."
Chris never knew the origin of Lagen, but he could tell it was a dragon horse.
Harry was startled, but he quickly lowered his head and recorded it on a parchment, and then said, "Okay, you can take your horse to the venue. You are on the eighth track."
Chris took out the magic soul ball and released the root.
"Hiss~~~" Harry took a breath. This was the first time he saw such a mount that could be carried around.
Chris got on his horse and walked to the center of the field.
Many spectators noticed that there was another contestant in the field and their eyes were drawn towards him.
"What, you dare to participate in horse racing with your body shape?"
"That's right, go home and wash up and sleep. Don't come out and embarrass yourself."
Although Dragen usually looks very tall, compared with those Warcraft horses that are often over three meters tall, he looks a bit shorter.
Moreover, the distance is too far, and the dragon scales and horns on Lagen's body cannot be seen.
Watching Chris enter the venue, Manda and Paul returned to the audience.
After a while, Paul joked: "The market is about to be closed, why don't you place some bets for your little boyfriend?"
Manda frowned and said angrily: "He is not my little boyfriend!"
But Paul was right, she believed in Chris's strength and she really should invest some money.
Manda walked to the front, took out 20 gold coins and threw them to the waiter, saying: "Vote all to number eight."
The waiter looked surprised.
"What, is there a problem?" Manda's eyes widened.
"No, no, no," the waiter said quickly, "You are the only one who bet on No. 8. Seeing that you are so beautiful, I advise you that No. 8 has never had any racing records, and the size of the horse is not as good as the others.
It would be a big loss to bet on him, so why not consider Viscount James, whose Storm Horse has won twenty championships in a row..."
"No, just vote for No. 8." Manda raised her hand and interrupted, "If No. 8 wins, how much money can I get?"
"Based on the current situation, his odds are two hundred to one, and you can get four thousand gold coins after winning."
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Manda returned to her seat and said to Paul: "Chris's odds are actually two hundred to one. I can get four thousand gold coins after winning. Aren't the organizers afraid of losing money?"
"No, they calculate the odds accurately. No matter who wins in the end, they will definitely make money without losing anything." Paul explained, "James is relatively popular, and the odds are about 1.2 to 1, and others
They all pay eight for one and ten for each. Did you see the gold coins over there? There are at least more than five thousand. In fact, the organizer only gave out four thousand gold coins as bonus, making a net profit of one thousand."
"Wow, the revenue is so high?" Manda was a little shocked. Her family may not make so much money in a whole year, but this racecourse can actually make it in just one day.
"You can't say that." Paul said, "Not everyone can build a racecourse of this size, and the reward for the championship is also valuable. It is impossible to build one without some background."