Although he was thinking about something else, he did not refute it verbally.
Seeing that he seemed lost in thought, Chris continued: "There is no point in worrying about these things."
"Whether I am bad or not in the eyes of others, will I change because of it?"
After asking the question, she gave her own answer.
"--Will not."
"I will not abandon a more comfortable life because of this accidental guilt... It is better to say that wanting to become better than others is one of the essences of human competition."
She said very calmly: "Pity is compassion, action is action."
So, this is your answer?
Wayne probably understood somewhat.
To some extent, Chris’s views seemed to be more decisive than her own.
"Then again, as long as you live in a civilized society, it's hard not to enjoy the conveniences provided by others..." Wayne changed the subject. "Forget it, I'd better improve the benefits of my assistants."
Get some thoughtful gifts as subsidies, everyone will be happy, and there is no need to expose the difficult life so nakedly.
"It's up to you, just live a happy life." Chris said nonchalantly.
"It's decided! I'll go out with this perfume tomorrow."
...You may have some misunderstandings about racecourses.
As the daughter of a duke, Chris received equestrian training.
But that was limited to giving her a docile pony, and then leading her for a walk around the family estate under the guidance of professionals.
——It is a complete face-saving skill.
Moreover, she didn't like this sport very much, and her mother didn't support it, so she put it aside before exercising for a long time, and usually traveled by horse-drawn carriage.
Wayne really couldn't say how many skills she still remembered.
However, he still did not pour cold water on Kris Xing. Anyway, once she waits until tomorrow, she will soon realize how wrong she has been.
…
The next day, a private horse farm in the suburbs.
The royal capital of Lownes concentrates most of the country's resources. Therefore, even the surrounding areas of the royal capital have become a hot investment destination, attracting hordes of powerful people.
There are almost no nobles with certain strength who do not buy villas or manors in the suburbs.
Unlike the extremely expensive land prices and strict restrictions on building scale in the Imperial City, the view in the suburbs is obviously much wider. ——The premise is that the land you purchased is large enough.
Even though the land in the suburbs is much cheaper than inside the royal city, the investment required to run a horse farm of this size is not something that ordinary people can do.
This place is actually the property of the royal family.
Although Wayne can ride a horse, he is not very enthusiastic about it.
With a novel and exciting toy like magic in front of him, the strong horses seemed to be unable to bring him much pleasure in galloping into the wind. It was Richard who introduced him to this largest horse farm around the royal capital.
"...Hmm, what a strange smell this is."
As soon as she stepped off the carriage and her boots stepped on the dark green grass, Chris covered her nose in discomfort.
The perfume she sprayed carefully in advance lost its effectiveness in an instant when the breeze mixed with a unique smell blew by.
"Of course it's the smell of horses." Wayne laughed.
He led Chrissy through the gate in a familiar manner. Many attendants focused on Chrissy in surprise along the way.
Being looked at by the surrounding eyes, Chris felt more and more uncomfortable. She subconsciously tightened her hand around Wayne and pressed her whole body against his side.
"Why...why are they all looking at me like that?" she asked at a loss for words.
"So you don't have such self-consciousness? In the past, it was rare for noble ladies to come here to ride horses." He explained a few words, and then stared back at each of them with an unkind expression.
Realizing that their curiosity had offended the guests, the attendants looked away in panic and looked elsewhere unnaturally.
Not long after, a receptionist who looked like a lobby manager came up to us.
"This guest, do you have an appointment?"
Wayne took out the token that Richard gave him and let the receptionist take a look at it.
Seeing the logo of the golden badge on the token, the receptionist looked solemn: "It turns out he is an important nobleman. You can use all the resources in the racecourse at will. If you need anything, just ask me."
"I'm Wayne Winche, please arrange a quiet place for me where no one will disturb me."
This is not a secret place, there is no need to hide your identity.
"By the way, I have two other friends who are arriving later. Just bring them here when they tell me my name."
In order to give Chris some time to get acquainted with her unfamiliar partner, Wayne deliberately arrived a little early.
Some of the nobles who have been active in this horse farm for a long time will choose to keep their horses here. Richard and the others naturally have private BMWs that they have trained since childhood, but Chris has to choose a new one.
As for the one Chris used for practice many years ago?
Not long after she left him alone, he unfortunately fell ill and died of a serious illness.
After arranging some matters, the attendants were ordered to leave first, leaving only Wayne and Chris staying in front of the stable next to a large piece of grass.
Well, there is also a black horse in the stable that Richard gave to Wayne a few days ago, and a smaller white horse that was just chosen for Chris today.
What they have in common is that they are all docile breeds that have been selected for generations.
Wayne didn't care, but for a novice like Chris, safety was the most important thing.
"I haven't ridden a horse for a long time..." I don't know if she thought of her old friend who died suddenly many years ago. Chris stepped forward and tentatively stretched out her hand to touch the white horse tied in the stable. "Your name is Miranda, right? Nice to meet you!"
"If you like it, you can give it a new name and buy it." Wayne added.
Selling expensive and famous horses to nobles is part of the business of this horse farm.
"Forget it... I'm just on a whim right now. If my interest wanes in a few days, it will be wronged if it follows me." Her voice was a little sad.
"You don't have to think so." Wayne joked, "Who can be sure that eating and waiting to die every day is not the life it wants? If it is adopted by us, maybe it can live more freely."
Chrissy was choked by his strong words and was speechless.
So, she looked at Hakuba who took the initiative to rub her palm. "Miranda, are you willing to be adopted by me? If you are willing, nod. If not, shake your head."
The two waited quietly for a long time, and Hakuba showed no particular reaction.
The dark horse who had been watching with cold eyes snorted in response to the situation, as if he was mocking them.
