"I...I'm not the main culprit! I'm just doing things for others. He promised me that as long as I finish the job, he will give me a reward so that I can make up for the previous debt..."
Richard and Lawrence both looked shocked when Wayne said he was a classmate.
As a talent trained by the Kingdom's No. 1 Magic Academy, he has a bright future no matter what industry he engages in after graduation. How could he take such a risk and do such a thing?
However, the facts are right in front of them, and everyone has to believe them.
Realizing the fate he was about to face, the prisoner seemed to have finally regained his normal thinking ability, suddenly became emotional, and confessed the hidden secrets at once.
"I am Boris from Class C. I was invited by several classmates to play a game called 'poker' with them, so I owed a debt of two thousand pounds... They also forced me to I wrote the IOU.”
The man was almost crying as he spoke. "But my family is not financially well-off, and I can't come up with these two thousand pounds, so I can only find other ways..."
The corner of Wayne's mouth twitched. Could it be that the game "invented" by Chris was targeted by gamblers? It seems that many people have learned to play it now, and it is quite popular in the aristocratic circle.
"That's not the reason for you to do such a thing!" Lawrence was not convinced by his self-defense.
"If your plan succeeds, are you going to try to make up for the loss of this Joania player? Of course, you can't make up for it. You will just enjoy the unjust gains with peace of mind, and then try again the next time you are short of money. Repeat this operation!"
"Two princes, and classmate Wayne." In the general audience, a figure jumped over the guardrail and jumped into the arena, landing firmly in front of several people.
It turned out to be Mr. Harold, the chairman of the academy.
Sitting next to him, his secretary, Miss Beatrice, stood up awkwardly, as if she didn't know whether she should climb over the wall with him or not.
"Chairman?" Wayne was shocked. "Why don't you go to the upper stands?"
Although the inviting party will screen the identity and background of the attendees, Harold's qualifications are enough to pass, and there is no possibility of being excluded.
"Well, I just don't want to deal with too many people..." He vaguely brought up the topic and turned to look at His Majesty the King in the high-rise stands.
"Your Majesty, and the two princes. Since this criminal is one of the students of Qingxi Academy, then as the chairman of the academy, I should shoulder certain responsibilities. Why don't I come forward to cooperate with Mr. Bulwer to launch the investigation first? Bar."
He said formally: "On the basis of my personal reputation, Harold, I will take this matter seriously and will never tolerate it!"
Harold's words were a little nicer, and he barely gave the king a step to step down.
"In that case... then I'll leave it to you for now."
After this incident, the king was not in a happy mood anymore. "Take the prisoner down first."
He put his hands on the railing and looked like he had a headache.
With the king's permission, Richard could no longer stop him.
So, under the extremely moved gaze of the victim Jonia, Richard said slowly: "Yes, I believe in your guarantee, Chairman Harold. But there is one last request! I also want to participate in this matter. investigation.”
The parties who had been in a stalemate just now finally reached an agreement, the problem was temporarily resolved, and the game could resume as normal.
But it's hard to say how many people can still focus on the game itself.
When Wayne returned to his seat in the stands, Chris inquired about the information he had obtained.
However, Vern did not tell her that the conflict between Richard and the king was deepening behind the scenes, but instead prevaricated.
In Wayne's view, the king could barely be said to be scheming. However, many practices can hardly be called clever... and there is always a feeling of indifference.
For him, he already has an excellent son like Richard, so what if he has a more relaxed attitude towards him?
Regardless of the nature of father and son, even if it is to maintain his "perfect" reputation, it would be difficult for Richard to stand on his opposite side, right? But what he has been doing seems to have to make his sons unhappy in order for him to be satisfied.
What kind of psychology is this?
Judging from the current situation, no matter what the king thinks, Richard obviously does not intend to be at his mercy anymore.
If Wayne's guess is correct, the reason why Richard insists on making things bigger this time is probably because he wants to shake things up, right? He needed a tool to show the rift between him and the king.
As for taking this opportunity to get the stupid Oudou Lawrence to come to his side, it was just a sideways purpose.
How to unite one person?
The best way is to create a common enemy for yourself and the other party.
In this sense, the two brothers' resentment towards His Majesty the King was the best tool of unity.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... what a clever method."
Wayne sighed secretly.
The time schedule was no longer sufficient, and Marseille entered the project process in a hurry.
In the high-rise stands, the nobles who were invited to support the event naturally had to donate generously.
Fortunately, before the group set off, Duke Elliot specially replenished the small treasury for both Wayne and Chris, and treated it as reimbursement for today's expenses, so Wayne's gesture of paying out this time was particularly cool.
"Buy all horses No. 8, the one that was almost drugged just now." He said without thinking.
This horse racing is for charity purposes. In addition to the winner receiving a portion of the prize money, the money in the prize pool will be donated to several designated welfare institutions in the capital in proportion. It's like saying, I'm here just to spend money.
Therefore, Wayne basically has no psychological burden.
The staff was very professional. After registering his betting information, he continued to the next person.
But Chris next to him hesitated for a long time.
"Oh, I don't even know what those horses look like, and which one is stronger... Forget it, I can only fill it in with my eyes closed." She wrote down the number 7 casually.
Wayne smiled and said nothing.
After a while, Chrissy finally noticed his "unintentional" look, tilted her head and asked in confusion, "What are you doing? You keep staring at me."
"nothing."
Wayne withdrew his gaze.
He originally wanted to say that if drugging the horse was really a planned and organized conspiracy, the horse involved must be very strong...
However, since for everyone this is just a "viewing race" that is close to entertainment, then what does it matter whether the horse Chris bought is the strongest horse?
