Freya's deceased husband was named Andris Ndom, the third son of Count Ndom's family. The two families were well-matched, but for the sake of title, the Ndom family still let Andris marry Chevalier. family.
Freya and Andris have been married for three years, and there has never been any relationship turmoil. Andris is also known as an honest person. When he was a student at Yinton College in his early years, he was still the target of bullying by his classmates... .
What makes Mavi feel even more strange is that Freya and Andris lived a very stable life after they got married, until Freya's father died of a lung disease two years ago, and Andris inherited the dukedom... .
Within a few months, Andris also contracted a strange disease. The doctor was helpless and could only prescribe a tincture of alcohol to relieve Andris' pain.
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Then one day, Andris's condition suddenly improved. After lying in bed for several months, he decided to go out to bask in the sun. As a result, he accidentally fell into coma while riding a horse, fell off the horse and broke his neck.
Now that I think about it, Andris' death might not be that simple.
Ma Wei suspected that Freya killed her husband for the sake of the dukedom, but that was just a suspicion. He had only inquired about these things, and their credibility was questionable. Secondly, there was not enough evidence...
As for whether Freya might have poisoned the sandwich...
Ma Wei thought it was impossible, at least not yet.
There was nothing wrong between him and Freya, so why did Freya poison her sandwich to kill him?
Furthermore....
We haven't left London yet. If you are poisoned, just go to the church and see Father Wilde, who believes in the goddess of health, to detoxify. Don't be afraid of chronic poisons. You can also go to the church to detoxify.
After eating the sandwich, Mavie didn't feel anything strange in his body. Freya also cheered up again and talked about horse breeding. It has to be said that Freya is indeed an expert in horse breeding. A lot of things happened that Ma Wei didn't know about.
"The Chevalier family's racecourse is specially used to cultivate racehorses. The most important thing is the pedigree. Every horse must be a purebred horse. For horse racing, pedigree is more important than the jockey."
"For some horses with noble bloodlines, we raise them differently. Nicholas, do you know how much it costs on average to raise a good racehorse every year?"
Mavi shook his head.
"600 gold pounds." Freya said firmly.
600 gold pounds?
Ma Wei's eyelids twitched. This price was really beyond his expectation.
You know, the daily salary of Dr. Watson beside Holmes is only 11 shillings and 6 pence, and a racehorse consumes almost four Watsons every day!
"What do you feed them? It costs so much?"
"Daily grooming, horseshoe consumption, and personnel management all cost money, but the most expensive thing is food rations." Freya said: "Thoroughbred horses need to eat 3 meals of daily rations and 4 meals of forage every day, and they are supplied at regular intervals. The diet is concentrated feed, which is made up of corn, oats, and bran, with some carrots, apples, honey, eggs, and oatmeal added, all adding up to about 5 pounds."
"In addition to daily food, we also need to regularly feed expensive nutrients according to the condition of different horses. Every ten horses are assigned a nutritionist and every three horses a nursing staff..."
"When I say this, I refer to the good horses that have achieved good results. Some inferior horses that have not achieved good results will not enjoy such good treatment."
"Then how will you treat those inferior horses?" Yunia asked curiously.
This seemed to be the first time that Yunia took the initiative to talk to her. Freya was surprised, and then smiled: "Of course I sold them. Horses that can't perform well don't make money, and some even lose money. !」
"What if no one buys it? Will you release it?"
"Release?" Freya was stunned. Under Yunia's sincere eyes, she nodded: "I will take the test next time."
Consider releasing them. "
It is of course impossible to release animals.
For inferior horses that have no performance, no hope and cannot be sold, there is usually only one fate waiting for them.
Blindfold them and shoot them in the head.
However, this rarely happens, because even if a horse cannot run well, it can still be used for other things. As long as it looks good, it is also very good to buy home as an ornamental object and the price is right. It almost never happens. Situation that cannot be sold.
but....
Some horses with broken bones or illnesses that are difficult to treat will only end up dead.
Freya will not sell defective products. For products like horse racing that are targeted at high-end users, word of mouth and credibility are the most important. If people are willing to spend a lot of money with you, of course you must show the corresponding quality. Rich people are not Fool, if you don't care about credibility and reputation, people won't come next time.
At 9:30 in the morning, Mawei and others arrived at Richmond Green, located in the southwest suburbs of London. Unlike Hampster Green, Richmond Green is mostly private land for nobles. The Chevalier family owns a few acres here. Thousands of hectares of forest.
"lady."
As soon as the carriage stopped, an old man in a gray linen coat came over and opened the door. Following the old man, there were many young people in jockey uniforms. They looked at Freya excitedly, with twinkles in their eyes. There are different expressions of awe, or sparkling admiration.
Without waiting for Mavey to show the gentleman's etiquette, Freya jumped out of the car first, glanced at the old man standing in front of her, and said to Mavey who got off the car behind her: "Nicholas, this is Mr. Archer, the person in charge of the racecourse. , he has been working for the Chevalier family for decades... Archer, this is Mr. Nicholas von Manstein."
The old man named Archer bowed and saluted Ma Wei, and while being elegant, he did not forget to ask: "Madam, there is a message from the Ascot Racecourse asking who we will send out today... You have made your decision. ?"
"Don't ask me, ask Nicholas."
Not only was the old man stunned, Ma Wei was also stunned for a moment.
"In our horse racing industry, there is a saying that a newbie will kill the old master. This means that some newbies who know nothing about anything are often more lucky than the old masters who have a vicious vision."
Under the lace net hat, the corners of Freya's mouth were slightly raised. She took Mavey's hand and said affectionately: "I believe, Nicholas, your good luck will definitely help our jockey win."
"I'm afraid I can't..." Ma Wei declined politely: "I, a newcomer, should not get involved in such an important event..."
"Don't have any psychological pressure, Nicholas. The horses in our racecourse are all the best purebred horses. There is not much difference in strength, so it doesn't matter who you choose to participate." Freya smiled and said: "Just take it as How about helping me make the choice?"
"If that's the case...then fine."
It is of course a good thing to have a sense of participation. Freya must have seen this and asked Ma Wei to choose the participating horses and jockeys. Ma Wei really felt her kindness.
Coming to the stables, the fences here contain tall horses with strong body shapes and different coat colors. These racing horses are much stronger than ordinary horses, and their muscles are full of explosive beauty. They snort. , pawing his hooves restlessly, as if he would break out of the stable and run wildly in the forest at any time.
There is a wooden sign hanging next to the fence, and the name of the corresponding horse is written on the wooden sign. The maroon horse standing in front of Ma Wei is a purebred horse named "Lady", and the gray zebra next to it is called "Victory Boy". ..
As Freya said, there is not much difference in the body shape of these horses, and their teeth are also very good, but it is difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye.
"Nicholas, do you know how to choose a horse?" Freya, who was walking behind Mavey, asked with a smile.
"Hmm..." Ma Wei said thoughtfully: "I don't know much about horses, but when I went to the Southern Continent for business in the early years, I saw people selling slaves there. A slave trader told me to pick a For a good slave, the first thing to look at is your physique. A skinny one will definitely not do it.
The second is the dental mouth. If the dental mouth is good, you can eat more food and have more strength. At the same time, you can also use the dental mouth to judge whether there is any disease..."
Freya nodded slowly: "Then what?"
"If you can't tell who is the best through physique and mouth, then there is another way...eyes, or momentum."
Ma Wei stopped in front of fence No. 7. The magic wooden box on the inside of his coat buzzed and trembled. In the fence was a solid black horse with ferocious eyes.
Observing the black horse in the fence, Ma Wei glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the side. The name on it was [Black Billy], which meant the winner who stood out.
"This horse..."
Ma Wei turned around and suddenly noticed that the jockeys following him looked frightened. They all took a step back, as if they had seen something terrible.
"This is the most violent horse in our racecourse, and no one can tame it."
Freya narrowed her eyes, stroked her neck and said:
"Black Billy...my husband fell off his back two years ago."
