Speaking of Richard and Lawrence, I have been here for so long, why have I never seen them?
Wayne was wondering in his heart, but the king was already seated firmly.
As the most important person attending this event, his arrival undoubtedly announced that Marseille will officially begin soon.
"Chris, did you see Richard and Lawrence on the way here?" Wayne asked softly.
"Huh? It seems not."
After he reminded her, Chrissy realized something wasn't right.
As the inviter, even if Richard didn't have much time to receive guests, he wouldn't have to hide all the time.
"You go back and sit next to Father for a while. I'll go look for them and be back soon." Wayne said to Chris.
He hunched over and slipped out from the edge of the stands before anyone else noticed.
The main venue in Marseille is a separately circled ring track. The fresh-looking green grass seems to indicate that spring is coming. Wayne walked out along the passage at the back of the stand and quickly attracted the attention of the staff.
"Sir, do you need any help?" A man wearing a racetrack uniform came forward.
Wayne simply revealed his identity: "Have you seen Prince Richard and Prince Lawrence? I am Wayne Winche. I was invited by them today and wanted to say hello to them."
"Ah! It turns out to be Master Wayne." The staff member had a look of sudden realization, as if he had already heard about him.
"Prince Lawrence is resting with his beloved horse in another non-competition area. As for Prince Richard... please forgive me for not seeing where he went."
Wayne thought for a while and said, "Then take me to see Lawrence first."
Could it be that these two people were quarreling again? He couldn't help but have some guesses in his mind.
But when he saw Lawrence, he realized that it was probably not the two brothers who had quarreled recently.
Next to the wooden fence, Lawrence was not galloping at this time, but was leaning on the crossbar and talking to his horse.
"...General, do you think I should comfort that bastard brother now?" His voice was very low, but it still did not escape Wayne's extremely keen ears.
Yes, that’s right, Lawrence named his horse “The General.”
"His Royal Highness Prince Lawrence."
The staff reminded them respectfully.
Lawrence was startled, raised his head and happened to see Wayne, and immediately a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Wayne, you came just in time!"
He pulled off his gloves and threw them aside, then turned to the staff member and said, "Ween and I have something to confess. You first take my 'General' back."
Without waiting for the staff to leave, Lawrence quickly pulled Wayne towards the rest table on the other side.
"Is that guy Richard going to the front stands now?" he asked.
Wayne was not used to his sudden concern. "Well, not before I came over."
Lawrence seemed at a loss for what to do.
He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on the conversation, and then said softly: "Richard and his father had a big conflict."
This was not the first time Wayne heard such words.
Bulwer had told himself before that the king even secretly ordered him to monitor Richard's whereabouts.
But looking at the distressed look on Lawrence's face, he seemed to have just become aware of these things.
Wayne pretended to be a little surprised, "How could that be?!"
"I originally thought it was impossible, but it is what it is." Lawrence sighed, "Yesterday Richard contradicted his father in front of many servants, and he did not come to the palace to see him this morning."
"Where is he now?" Wayne couldn't help but ask.
"He should be warming up before the game, probably." Although he didn't go to look for him, Lawrence had obviously already inquired about his brother's whereabouts.
"Huh? Is he going to play in person?" Wayne was really surprised.
He thought that when Richard said "I trained a horse" in an understatement, he just wanted the horse to compete alone.
"Yes." Lawrence said firmly. "And he's been ready for this for a while."
Wayne looked thoughtful as he listened.
Could it be that this is what Richard calls "a better time"?
Taking a furtive glance at Lawrence, Wayne realized that in a sense Richard was indeed on the right path - there was no doubt that Lawrence was caring about him now.
"How about I go to Richard's place again?" He tentatively said the words Lawrence wanted to hear.
"Then go quickly." Lawrence urged without thinking.
"Ah, by the way! It's not that I'm worried about anything wrong with him, but I just don't want to see all the money I won from buying him go down the drain." He explained forcefully without any unnecessary effort.
"Understood, I won't mention you to him." Wayne understood. "You should go to the front stand early. His Majesty the King has arrived and it should start soon."
However, Lawrence just laughed at this.
"Maybe it would be more to their liking if I didn't show up. Forget it, I won't be an eyesore." It was obvious that he was already at the racecourse, but he seemed to have made up his mind not to go there.
...In fact, it’s better not to get close, so as not to see the king and Mrs. Cherry making love to each other.
Thinking of this, he didn't persuade him any more.
However, just as Wayne was about to leave to find Richard, the staff member who had just taken the horse away for Lawrence ran back in a panic.
"Your Highness Lawrence, Master Wayne!" He took a breath and briefly recounted the scene he just saw: "There seems to be some trouble at the front desk. I heard that Prince Richard caught a thief who wanted to do something in the stables. , and are now escorting him back to His Majesty the King..."
Wayne and Lawrence looked at each other.
…
In the high-rise stands where the nobles gathered, the joy and anger on the king's expression were difficult to distinguish.
"You mean, this person is going to drug the horses?" he asked slowly.
"Yes!" Below the stands, Richard answered loudly without fear of the gazes from all directions: "The kid happened to be passing by, and he got both the stolen goods and the stolen goods!"
As he spoke, he held up a transparent glass bottle, with some unknown liquid inside sparkling under the sunlight.
"This is what was found on him. If you want to test the efficacy of the medicine, you can use ordinary non-competition horses to drink it instead." Richard said in a strong tone.
The captured prisoner next to him was being escorted by several guards and was kneeling on the ground, his head lowered the whole time without even daring to raise it.
The king sat in the center of the front row of the stand, tapping the armrests with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.
