There are several rounds in Marseille.
The facts were as expected. Just as Wien had guessed, the No. 8 horse advanced all the way and quickly qualified for the finals.
The No. 7 horse that Chris bought before was eliminated in the first round, so she followed Wayne and joined the camp cheering for the No. 8 horse. It is worth mentioning that the horse number that Richard entered was No. 11, and he also successfully entered the final.
"Dad, which one did you buy?" Only then did Chris remember to ask.
"Of course it's No. 11."
Duke Elliot's expression was very calm. Rather than watching an exciting horse race, he looked more like he was sitting in a theater quietly enjoying a show.
"But the final winner should be No. 8." There was no suspense in his tone.
"Huh? Why?" Chris asked stupidly.
"Because, since it is a competition that the prince must participate in, how could the organizer go out of his way to protect him and eliminate threats? No matter whose intention is behind this."
...Is that really the case?
Wayne looked at the horses galloping on the field. They didn't know what happened just now, and they just galloped with all their strength within the designated track.
If Richard hadn't caught the culprit and insisted on immediate punishment, horse No. 8 might have withdrawn due to his condition or physical discomfort. And this game has really become a self-entertainment performance.
Perhaps this is the true meaning of what Richard just said, "the hymn of hypocrisy"... It's really very appropriate.
The conflict between Richard and His Majesty the King seems to be not only an emotional conflict, but also a conflict of fundamental concepts between the two.
In the end, whether the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overpowers the east wind depends on which of them has better means.
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The game on the field was in full swing, and the atmosphere became lively again after a period of adjustment.
Horse No. 8 performs very dazzlingly whether he is fighting alone or as a team. Later, the competition even evolved into a special show on the 8th and 11th. Almost all the audience shouted their favorite numbers, and everyone was so excited that their faces turned red and their necks thickened.
"No. 8! No. 8!" Many people could not remember the player's name, but they could all see the large number marks on both sides of the soft cloth under him and on the horse's back.
The young man named Jonia was also in a state of excitement at the moment, pursed his lips tightly, and gripped the reins in his hands hard.
At the referee's order, all the players rushed out like arrows.
On the field, Richard also responded. I saw two figures pulling other people further and further away on the track.
The closer to the finish line, the louder the shouts on the field became. Wayne was surrounded by the roaring cheers. He felt inexplicably like he had been watching a football match in his previous life.
However, although Richard's No. 11 horse was very close to No. 8, it could not pass.
"Richard is going to lose."
Almost as soon as he finished his sentence, the victory or defeat on the field was decided.
The final winner was Contestant No. 8 Joniya.
"Oh oh oh~" Many spectators in the stands on both sides stood up and cheered.
Of course, there are also unlucky people who look extremely ugly because they lost a bet on the horse race and sit there without saying a word.
Great joy and great sorrow coexist so harmoniously in the same space, which makes people feel that life is like a drama.
"Ah...Ven! You earned it!"
Chris was as elated as if the potential stock she had bought was making a big splash.
Although part of the proceeds this time will be donated, there will eventually be a part left, otherwise it will not be able to attract so many civilians to actively participate. Many people ended up with the idea that "there were so many nobles attending this time, so the prize pool will be much richer."
Wayne was not surprised by the results. "Yeah, I'm lucky. But there should be a lot of people who can win."
After the competition, Richard had a friendly exchange with the winner Jonia for a while. It was obvious that Jonia had a very good impression of Richard as a prince.
But His Majesty the King's face in the stands did not look good from beginning to end.
Wayne patted his trouser legs and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be back soon."
"Wow--"
The water splashed on the sink and hit the wall, then slid down the arc of the edge.
Wayne rearranged his appearance in the mirror and returned from the inner aisle toward the stands.
Just as the seats in the aristocratic area and the civilian area are arranged separately, even the toilets on both sides cannot be shared. The bathroom dedicated to the aristocratic area is obviously luxurious and expensive, and there are not many people there.
Just when Wayne was secretly complaining about this common situation, Song Li happened to come down from the stands and met him face to face.
"?" Wayne expressed his doubts with his eyes.
But Ge Li obviously had no intention of explaining anything to him. She just glanced at him and passed him by.
Looking up at the other side of the stands, Wayne hesitated for two seconds and then stepped back.
One is going forward, the other is going backward, but they are moving in the same direction.
In the corridor where there were no other people for the time being, the footsteps of the two people were strangely harmonious.
"Are you a pervert?" Geli asked abruptly.
"Huh?" Wayne didn't know why.
Ge Li stood still, turned his head and looked at Wayne angrily. "I'm going to the bathroom, why are you following me?"
Ah this...
In all conscience, Wayne really didn't expect this.
He just wanted to take some time to spend more time with Songli.
"I, I can stand at the door and act as a guard." He said without hesitation.
Ge Li's face turned red: "No need! Just stand here and don't move around!"
Seeing her reaction, Wayne wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
"Okay, okay, I'll stand here waiting for you. Go back quickly."
Giving him an annoyed look, Geli stepped on her little leather shoes and left.
I don't know if his urging had an effect, but Ge Li came back really quickly. Wayne couldn't help but wonder whether she really wanted to go to the toilet or was just looking for a decent excuse.
"Come here and talk!" Wayne said, "I want to ask, what did you find out from Marquise O'Neill just now?"
Regardless of the fact that the experiences of the two children rarely resonated with him, the rumored "curse" of the O'Neill family already made Wayne very concerned.
According to what Lawrence told him, the "curse" was said to have been a secret of every generation of monarchs in the Principality of Millistan.
When he heard about this matter before, he didn't take it too seriously. After all, the Principality of Millistan had been destroyed for many years, and even the traces of its existence were almost wiped out by the Lowns royal family.
But now...
