After having enough wine and food, Chris decided to go shopping with Manda in the night market in Nebula City.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the gate of the Earl's Mansion, they saw Paul walking towards them: "Chris, I've finally waited for you."
He ran over quickly and grabbed Chris's arm: "Let's go, those guys are bullying me for not having a good horse, you must help me vent my anger!"
"Hey, you two know each other?" A surprised voice came from behind. Chris turned around and found that Earl Benjamin had followed him at some point.
Paul's eyes lit up: "Father, are you back too?"
Chris looked a little unnatural, it turned out that they were father and son.
This time, he was so embarrassed that he actually beat up his good friend's father (see Chapter 168 for details).
Benjamin coughed twice, came to his son, and said softly: "Have fun, help me keep Mr. Chris company."
Paul was stunned: "Chris, sir?"
Before he got a reply, he saw his father's leaving figure.
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Chris was dragged by Paul to the racecourse in Nebula City.
The place was still brightly lit at night and the seats were packed, and screams and wailing could be heard from time to time.
"See, it's them!" Paul pointed at a few young people in the field and said angrily, "Those guys joined together to buy a group of good horses from other cities. They have been so arrogant recently."
Chris asked: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Help me win the game and trample on their dignity." Paul gritted his teeth and said, "Let them be proud again."
"Even if I help you win, they won't look down upon you. Otherwise, how about you win the game yourself?" Chris thought of a good idea.
"Ah?" Paul's face fell. "Even if my black-maned horse tries its best, it will only get fifth place at most, and it is impossible to win the championship."
"Don't worry, I'm here to ensure that you can win. Now you can bring that dark horse over as soon as possible."
Paul blinked: "Can it be done?"
Chris yelled: "Go if you are told to go, don't be too nagging!"
Paul left in dejection, and after a while, his black-maned horse was brought over.
Chris walked over and quietly sent Reimu into Black Horse's body.
"Hey, what is that transparent thing you just took out?" Paul asked.
"Don't ask so many questions, the game is about to start, go quickly!" Chris kicked him out.
Paul rubbed his butt and walked to the playing field bravely.
Chris threw a bag of gold coins to the waiter at the front of the crowd and said: "One hundred gold coins, buy Paul on the eighth track."
Manda smiled knowingly: "Quickly, buy me a hundred gold coins too."
This guy never makes a loss-making deal, so you can feel at ease if you follow him.
Chris said: "You are already a rich woman worth four thousand gold coins, and you still play this kind of game with little people like us?"
Manda twisted the flesh around his waist with her fingers: "Come on, aren't you just afraid that I will give you part of the bonus? Hurry up and take out my money."
"Okay, okay." Chris raised his hand and took out another bag of gold coins from the space ring.
The waiter took two heavy bags of gold coins and thought to himself: "What's going on with these two people? Why do they look like they have a chance to win? Is Master Paul the one who can win the championship?"
But don’t give away free money.
The waiter put the two wooden signs into the hands of Chris and Manda with a smile on his face.
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"Hey, isn't this Paul? Why, you don't think it's embarrassing enough in the daytime?" a young man said jokingly, and the BMW beside him snorted in unison, which was full of provocation.
Although Paul was unsure in his heart, he refused to admit defeat: "Huh, Cody, don't get too proud. It's not certain who will win the championship."
"Hahaha!" Cody laughed heartily, "Have you ever won the championship after participating in so many Marseilles? At most, you just took advantage of the lack of strong players and won the second place once."
"This time is different from before. If you don't believe me, you can try it!" Paul was also aroused.
"Okay, then I'll wait and see what kind of surprise you can bring us."
Harry walked to the middle of the field and said the familiar opening words again: "Welcome to watch this game, I am your good friend Harry."
"Okay, let's take a look at the championship rewards for this game."
The pretty maid came to Harry's side holding a tray, and he lifted up the flannel covering it to reveal what was underneath.
It was a set of fiery red saddles, and the material looked very delicate.
Harry began to introduce the championship prize: "This set of saddles is made by an intermediate blacksmith and is made of high-quality leather from the desert lizard. It is warm, soft, slippery and does not irritate the buttocks. It is very suitable for long-distance treks."
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Time flies so fast and the game is about to start.
"All contestants, please take your seats. Countdown: ten, nine,...three, two, one, let's start!"
At the referee's command, eight horses galloped out.
Cody urged his horse to run at the front. He looked proudly at the track where Paul was, only to find a black figure in his field of vision galloping past and rushing in front of him.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Paul and his black-maned horse.
Cody's pupils shrank suddenly: "How, how is this possible?"
Not only him, but also Paul himself was shocked.
Why is my black mane horse so much faster and what did Chris do to it?
Paul led all the way, and the audience was excited.
No matter how much Cody accelerated his mount, he couldn't catch up.
"It's fun, it's so fun!" Paul laughed wildly, feeling the oncoming strong wind.
After six laps, Paul was the first to cross the line. Although he was only three or four meters faster than the second place, he was the actual champion.
Harry shouted: "I declare that the winner of this Marseille is Master Paul!"
Paul's face flushed with excitement, and he finally felt proud.
After receiving the reward from Harry, Paul led the horse and ran towards Chris.
Arriving in front of Chris, Paul excitedly picked him up and spun him around several times.
"Chris, thank you so much!"
"Hey, let me down quickly." Chris quickly broke away from his arms, and then took Reimu back from the black-maned horse's body.
Paul leaned into Chris's ear and asked in a low voice: "Can you keep my horse running so fast?"
"That's not okay." Chris rolled his eyes.
Of course I have to take my cute little phantom with me everywhere.
"Don't be so stingy."
"Get out!" Chris pushed him away and took Manda with her number plate to the organizer to collect the reward.
Paul's odds were eight to one, so they got back sixteen hundred gold coins.