Lowes has hot, humid and rainy summers and autumns, but more sunny days in winter and spring.
Catching the first ray of light from the sun, Wayne got up early again and took Xiaobai out for a full exercise session before returning.
At this time, Chris rubbed her eyes and pushed open the door. She looked like she had just gotten up and had not yet woken up.
"Well, Wayne, you're back."
Half asleep, she leaned over and hugged Wayne's neck, hanging on him like a koala.
Wayne put his arms around her waist and smiled unconsciously. He also lowered his tone in order not to disturb her.
"How did you sleep last night? If you haven't slept enough, we can set off later. I'll call you when you're ready to go out." He said against her ear, "It's not easy to sleep at the racecourse. matter."
After all, this is a public event. Even a person as prestigious as Duke Elliot has to take into account the views of the king and other nobles. Since you have chosen to attend, it is your responsibility as a member of the Wench family to maintain the image that a great noble should have.
Probably tickled by Wayne's warm breath when he spoke, Chris rubbed her head in his arms.
"I don't care...at worst, you can take me and run away first."
Wayne was still thinking about the feasibility of running away halfway, but Chris's wandering mind suddenly moved to other places.
"Ven, you said that since there is such a thing as Marseille, is it theoretically possible for match-fixing to occur?"
Wayne was immediately brought back to reality by her suggestion.
"Well, if the benefits are attractive enough, I think this will happen." He guessed, "But the larger the event, the more difficult it is to do things in public."
This is not a modern society that pays attention to basic human rights. If a contestant with a weak background offends a small-minded nobleman in the stands, he may be tortured to death after he finishes.
But on the other hand, as long as you show enough attention, you are very likely to gain access to the house, obtain funding, and become a guest of the great nobles.
Such bait is still tempting enough.
Therefore, it was hard for him to believe that someone in Qingxi Academy would be willing to take such a huge risk, throw away his personal and family future, and be extremely unwisely involved in such a dangerous incident.
"Anyway, our family doesn't have a horse team, so we just went to watch the excitement and donate some money to show our love." Wen said.
For the many nobles invited to attend the meeting, I am afraid that most of them have this mentality.
"That's right."
Chrissy nodded, "Speaking of which, Songli Edgeworth's family seems to have several horse teams. Have you heard of it?"
"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it and I haven't met it in person."
The few times I went to the racecourse, I only accompanied Lawrence or Richard, and had little interaction with the people or horses who were going to compete.
Hearing what he said, Chris seemed to feel it was a pity.
"Hey, if we can buy her most powerful horse team, it wouldn't be a bad idea to raise them to compete in the competition and advertise..."
Wayne twitched the corners of his mouth.
If he really did this, the gains and losses would be secondary. Geli would probably go crazy after being ridiculed.
"Let's go downstairs and have something to eat first. I'm going to take a shower and change clothes, and we're almost ready to go."
He changed the subject.
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Although she looked sleepy not long ago, by the time the Wincher family's carriage set off, Chrissy had lost her tiredness and became expectant and excited.
"Dad, why don't our family have a horse team?" she asked chirpingly.
In the extremely high-standard Duke's car, Chrissy and Wayne sat on the same side, while Duke Elliot sat on the opposite side alone.
Perhaps due to special processing, the noise coming from the outside world is very small, and the bumps of the wheel rolling are also very slight. Silk cloth engraved with dark golden family crest patterns was laid on the inside of the carriage, with a simple small table placed in the middle.
There is almost no noticeable vibration on the tabletop during travel.
Unless it was a very formal occasion, Elliot would usually not travel with such fanfare.
"Of course that's because neither your mother nor I really like watching horse racing shows." He replied in a gentle voice. “Spending extra money on things you are not passionate about will only bring you a lot of unnecessary troubles.”
Unlike his seemingly dignified image, Duke Elliot is actually a man who pays great attention to economic applicability.
——The premise is that there is no conflict with Mrs. Ashwell’s opinions.
Duchess Ashwell, however, completely belongs to another dimension that leads the trend in the royal capital. It is hard to imagine that Duke Eliot, who was so majestic in front of others, was almost obedient in front of his wife and daughter. Eliot would be very happy with all the suggestions put forward by their mother and daughter, even if they were not in line with his own style. Accept it.
"If you like it, Chris, you can raise a few horse teams with Wayne in private to play games."
As he spoke, his chuckled tone turned a little more serious. "However, you are absolutely not allowed to play without supervision! Otherwise, everyone involved will be punished for your willfulness."
It was clear from his solemn expression that he was not joking now.
Elliot was always cautious when it came to Chrissy's personal safety.
Chris pouted.
"knew."
"I wasn't interested either, okay?"
The little fire that finally rose in her heart was ruthlessly extinguished. Chrissy didn't want to talk anymore and leaned against Wayne with her eyes closed to rest.
In an atmosphere of silence, the Duke's carriage finally stopped in front of a huge racecourse in the suburbs.
The driver respectfully placed the stool and rang a small bell hanging in front of the driver's seat.
The crisp sound of "ding ding ding~" is a reminder to the nobles in the carriage that their destination has been reached.
Duke Elliot got out of the carriage first and signaled the coachman to rest first and come to the door to pick up people when the time came.
Chris, who was being helped out of the carriage by Wayne, was attracted by the noisy movement of tourists on the other side.
"Wow, there are so many people!"
She kept looking around.
"After all, it is said to be a big event." Wayne also looked around and quickly grasped the nearby terrain. "The invited nobles should all enter through the two channels on our side, and the location of the stands will be better."
Surrounded by colorful flags not far ahead, several staff members were already waiting with their hands down.
The direction where the crowds of people are surging on the other side is probably the ordinary entrance open to civilians... Normally, nobles will never sit in the same seat as civilians.
