The Magic Thief Chapter 10:

There are tall flagpoles everywhere, and colorful flags are hung on the top of the flagpoles.

There were colored sheds on the surrounding stands, and the nobles dressed in Chinese clothes and well-dressed crowded the whole family in the narrow boxes, their faces were full of excitement and fanaticism.

There are not only nobles among the fanatics. The attendants also join the fanatic crowd. The attendants who are not on duty stand outside the circle, and their hearts rise and fall with the galloping steed.

Whenever a horse leads or falls behind, one can always hear a shout of surprise or disappointment from the stands.

On the grandstand in the center, a young man wearing a luxurious royal blue silk coat and a shiny brown deerskin boots on his feet walked from a luxuriously decorated box in the middle come out.

He snapped his fingers, and immediately a court attendant ran over below.

The young man made another gesture, and the court attendant nodded and immediately ran away.

The young man was about to turn around when suddenly someone stopped him from behind: "Earl Silup, on which horse did you place your bet?"

The young man turned his head—look, it turned out that it was Earl Fox walking towards him.

"Your Majesty thinks that Contestant No. 5 and his steed have hope of winning, so he bet one thousand gold coins on Contestant No. 5." The young man smiled and asked, "My Lord Earl, your father is Experts in this field, which horse do you like?"

"Oh, I don't know anything about this. I would rather hope that this race will end sooner. You know, Count Silup, my father is so enthusiastic about it. He can't help himself now." Count Fuchs shook his head. Sighed.

"Yes, I think there may be such horse races held frequently in the capital in the future. It is not easy for a guy who can think of this idea." Count Silup said with a smile.

"Which person in the capital knows that person better than you and me? When we were in Surthburg, we had already learned his brilliance?" Earl Fuchs also laughed.

"But, I didn't expect that any idea he came up with would cause such a sensation, can you think of it?" Count Silup asked.

"Oh, no, I don't have such a genius." Foxber laughed at himself.

"You misunderstood, I just want to ask your Excellency, have you ever thought that his idea would be so popular." Count Silup quickly explained.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

After the laughter, the two seemed to feel much closer to each other. Count Fuchs approached the young man, leaned on the railing and looked at the galloping horses in the distance and said, "Earl Shillup, from Serth The days when I passed with you on the way back from Fort were very happy. I originally thought that we could build a certain friendship between us."

The young man also sighed and sighed on the railing, "Oh, you and me are involuntary, just like when the little heir of Searthburg entered Franck, I really want to persuade you. Your Majesty should not adopt a strong strategy."

"In many cases, only a person who truly understands can treat him correctly. I don't think your Majesty will act rashly at Thurthburg anymore." Earl Fox said with a smile.

"Look at the scene in front of you. Your Majesty joked casually. The boy only used his brains a little, but managed to capture everyone here. I heard that the Marquis of Miluowan didn't even have time to count the gold coins. The Queen’s accountant is not enough to deploy. He is asking the Marquis of Naval to transfer some of the accounting from the Department of Finance to him. Hunting in the royal family has always been the most expensive thing, but this time I am afraid that it will be able to make a lot of money. The Marquis of Keene What he didn't do, the young man only used his brain for a few seconds to solve it. Is anyone planning to be an enemy of him?" The young man sighed again.

"By the way, Earl Fox, you don't just want to chat with me when you come here," the young man asked.

"Earl Shillup, I do want to be friends with you. I still have the same words just now. We can have a certain degree of friendship." Earl Fuchs said with a smile: "Earl Shillup, I His father is my father, I am me, and you are the same. Sometimes you really want to represent His Majesty the King, but you can also have your own choices and positions."

Seeing Silup’s puzzled look, Earl Fuchs smiled again and said: "My father, your majesty, and Prince Phillips are from the previous generation. The grievances between them are not necessary. It continues to us, and they are all old, even the youngest prince, how long can he still be in high spirits? What's more, from the little heir of Searthburg, haven't you been enlightened yet? A new era is coming soon, I I think the Marquis of Faroul may see this more clearly than you."

Speaking of this, he nodded at Count Silup, then turned and left.

……

Beside the fence, Ruibo carefully inspected the condition of the horseshoe. This was taught to him by an experienced jockey from Xibai. The teacher was specially found by Mr. Hyde from Nangang. It is said that this This jockey had been in Xibai for a long time. Regarding Mr. Hyde’s arrangement, Ruibo is naturally aware of it. Obviously Mr. Hyde is determined to win this race meeting.

Although Ruibo doesn't know the inside story, he can guess some of the reasons. Perhaps like the capital, Mr. Hyde also made a bet in Nangang.

The only person who is eligible to gamble with Mr. Hyde is naturally only Mr. Meyer, and what they are betting is likely to be the future of Nangang.

Since it is related to such an important matter, Ribo naturally goes all out.

With that purebred horse and the body has no weight at all in the wind, Ruibo did not see ordinary riders in his eyes. From the preliminaries to the present, he can always be ahead of the second place. At a distance of more than half a circle. This thoroughbred ran as fast as a speeding electric switch. Ribo couldn't even see the poles on both sides, nor could he see the signal from the signal hand waving the flag next to the collar.

But what made him reassured was that his beloved mount didn't need him to command at all to make the right choice.

This thoroughbred horse seems to be born to gallop on the field, and here it is very excited. The other horses seemed to agree with this. When they saw him avoiding one after another, it ignored the other horses at all, and always put on a superior appearance.

The only thing that can invigorate it is the two racehorses, and the jockey who drives them is also Ruibo's own rival.

Looking at the prince returning to the resting area under the stars, Ruibo turned his head and took a look at the runway. The second player had just crossed the bottom line. He was panting and he had obviously tried his best. .

As Ruibo was looking around, the prince came over, wiping his sweat with a towel in his hand, and his assistant in the distance was cautiously leading the steed to stroll slowly to make a soothing exercise.

"Earl Meding, you run well." His Royal Highness Prince Henry said with a smile.

"His Royal Highness, didn't you also win? And lead so much." Ribo asked rhetorically.

"I want to meet you early in the finals, I can't even wait." The prince said.

"There may be five more rounds." Ribo estimated.

"Earl Meding, there is one thing I want to ask, I wonder how you came up with this idea so quickly? Turn the horse race into the most luxurious casino ever? His Majesty is obviously just a surprise Fa Qixiang will ask your Excellency, you should never be prepared beforehand." His Royal Highness asked.

Ribo scratched his head, he really wanted to tell the prince that Searthburg often held horse races, and gambling happened secretly, but the participants were those jockeys and people in the circle. That's it.

But he also knows that taking things on his own body can increase his weight.

"His Royal Highness, this is normal. Only the Duke of Fuchs and his friends are really interested in horse racing. The number is extremely limited. The Duke of Fuchs really paid too much for his preferences, and I In essence, he is a businessman, using all resources to get the most benefits. It was originally the true nature of our businessman. As far as I know, His Majesty’s addiction to card games is definitely not under the Duke’s preference for horses, and under the leadership of His Majesty. There are quite a lot of people in the capital who like this way, and even the wives are fans in this area." Ruibo said with a smile: "The horse race held in a deserted but costly manner is loved by everyone. Put together the activities, I think you will also make such a choice."

Hearing Ribo's words, Prince Henry was planning to make a statement, and suddenly there was a cold voice around him: "It turns out that it is so simple, and the wisdom of genius seems to be nothing great."

His Royal Highness Prince Henry doesn't need to turn his head at all, knowing that the person here is his troublesome baby sister.

Smiling awkwardly at Ruibo, Prince Henry said: "Please forgive my sister for being unreasonable, she is spoiled by me and my father."

"His Royal Highness is quick to talk, and what she said is the truth." Said that Rui Bo led the horse and planned to find an excuse to leave, he was not interested in staying with that stubborn girl.

Ribo thought very well, but the princess obviously refused to let him go. The princess frowned and said, "Do you want to avoid me? I haven't counted on that necklace. To be clear, you also got me involved in a dangerous fight, which made me feel unable to calm down so far. I always have nightmares at night, but you are talking about how to make up for me?"

Ribo slanted his eyes and glanced at the stubborn princess. Regarding her that she couldn't calm down, Ribo was willing to believe it, but it was probably because of excessive excitement.

Although he thought so in his heart, Ribo couldn't say it in his mouth.

Just as Ribble was thinking about how to dismiss this difficult little girl, suddenly there was a deafening cheer from the stands.

Everyone turned their heads to take a look, and saw ten horses rushing out of the track at the same time. One of the horses obviously had an advantage. Just after rushing out of the track, it was a full position ahead of the horse behind.

"Pretty, the jockey's response and the horse's explosiveness are all first-rate." Prince Henry said with appreciation.

Ribo also nodded. He knew very well that although his love of riding was not worse than that of the horse racing, he definitely couldn't get so much ahead of him at the beginning of the race.

"I don’t see anything. Although the Andro Freil horse is quite explosive, its endurance is far less than that of your brother’s "Raging Wave". I have been observing it for a long time, every third lap. , The horse will gradually slow down." Her Royal Highness said disapprovingly.

"The little girl who doesn’t know how to pretend, the jockey is a real master. He knows how to keep the horse in the best condition. When you didn’t see the third lap, he was already ahead of the second runner. Is it more than half a lap? There is no need to keep the horses tense. Slowing down is a normal choice. The Andro Freil breed is a well-known sturdy horse that can train such a horse so obediently. The teacher will be my strong enemy." Prince Henry said solemnly.

Hearing what the Prince said, Ribo began to feel a little worried.

He also knew that in this horse race, only Prince Henry and the jockey could threaten him.

Compared with the two of them, Ruibo has no confidence at all. These two people know horses very well. Whether it is starting, accelerating, turning and sprinting, they have specific rules and can be extremely precise. Not bad.

Although the champion jockey from Xibai also taught himself these tricks, it is not an easy task to control the thoroughbred horse on the horse and do it according to his own intentions.

Compared with these two, his riding skills are far from reaching the level of proficiency, and they are already close to perfection.

Just as Ribo was worried there, there was another cheer from the stands, and the jockey was flying past them like a thundering horse hoof.

He has already thrown the racehorse far behind.

Seeing the jockey leaning all his body to the side of the racehorse, his weight not only did not cause the racehorse to be burdened, but could make the racehorse turn easier, and Ribo felt more uneasy in his heart.

Even Prince Henry frowned involuntarily. He knew very well that the jockey was a formidable enemy.

……

The noon sun is shining on the racetrack, and most people are gathering in the hall behind the stands, enjoying the rich luncheon prepared by the palace for them.

The unexpected success of the race meeting, and the gold coins that have been rolling into the court's inner treasury because of this, made His Majesty the King very excited.

His majesty, who was very pleased, seemed particularly generous, and because of this the luncheon was extraordinarily rich.

However, the minds of the nobles are obviously not on the rich and delicious food. They gather in twos and threes, and the topic always revolves around the race horses. The Duke of Fuchs is naturally the most proud of all. He has become the focus and center of attention. Everyone wants to hear some comments from his mouth, because he is the leading horse expert in the capital. , Also because he is one of the individuals who have won the most in today’s horse racing, and because the horses and jockeys he provides are one of the three most eye-catching combinations in this horse racing. If nothing else, the champion In all likelihood, it will be produced among them.

Because of this, the most talked about topic at the luncheon is who will win the championship the most.

The announced odds of the Marquis Miluowan, the palace administrator, is one to eleven. This was originally expected by everyone. Even the Duke of Fox is not sure which player will win the final Victory.

In the fence of the racecourse, Ribo enjoys lunch brought by Eckert. Because there is still a race, the jockeys are not able to eat too much.

The raw midges are delicious with lemon sauce, but it’s not easy to fill the stomach. With four live midges, Ruibo seems to have not eaten anything. There is another fence in the distance. In the game, Prince Henry enjoyed a simple lunch like him, and the jockey will never leave his horse before the final. The only thing that can show his unique prince status is the exquisite and luxurious tent and a beautifully inlaid dining table with silver rims.

In the distance, court attendants were dragging heavy rollers to level the runway.

Ribo scanned the runway carefully, his mind kept thinking about the strategy he should use.

In one morning, he had a deep understanding of His Royal Highness and the jockey.

The two of them are much richer than themselves in terms of skills and experience.

The only thing I can rely on is a body that has almost no weight. I have to run a full ten laps in the final in the afternoon, which is definitely an advantage for myself.

Of course, Ruibo also knows very well that his weakest places are in the two aspects of starting and turning.

The weakness of the start is already quite detrimental to him. Falling behind the opponent, the dust from the opponent will cause great interference, and the weakness of the turn makes it difficult to surpass the opponent.

While Ruibo was worried there, a short, middle-aged man came over, and he was the horse racing champion from Xibai that Mr. Hyde had tried so hard to invite.

"Your opponent is quite strong," he said.

"Their skills are more proficient than mine, and their experience is more abundant than mine." Ribo nodded and said.

The horse racing champion looked at Riber and nodded. He sighed and said, "I have been like you before. That was my first time participating in a race." He glanced at Riber, and the corners of his mouth appeared. Smiled and said: "It's also the first time I won the title of champion."

As if reminiscing about the past experience, the short middle-aged man slowly said: "I still clearly remember that the most eye-catching person at that time was considered the most promising person to win. He was six consecutive The celebrity who won the championship at that time, I was just an unknown person at that time. That celebrity was indeed highly skilled. His mastery of horses reached a level of proficiency. At that time, I did not have such skills."

"But you won in the end, why?" Ribo asked puzzled.

"Because I love my horse, it also knows this, my horse knows that I want to win this race, it also wants to win this race, so it runs as hard as possible...runs...in the end we won the championship "The horse racing champion said with a smile.

"Do you mean that the horse can decide everything?" Ribo asked faintly.

"Horse racing is more than just the skill of the jockey, but also a contest between horse races, comparing strength, will, and the determination to win, and all this is not what the jockey can tell the horse racing."

Speaking of this, the horse racing champion got up from the ground. He looked at the track and said: "I will give you one last piece of advice, run outside, don't compete with your competitors for the inside track."

Ribo is a bit inexplicable for the advice of the horse racing champion, which is not in line with common sense.

The horse racing champion obviously guessed what Ribo was thinking. He turned his head and said: "Your horse is the best one I have ever seen, and it is obviously eager to win, running on the outside. It will travel a lot more distance, but you can let it gallop freely."

After speaking, these horse racing champions took Ribo's dinner plate and left.

Looking at his beloved mount, Ribo seemed to understand what the champion said just now.

His horse was so uncomfortable that he wanted to rush out of the fence. None of the surrounding racehorses dared to approach it. Only the racehorses of His Royal Highness and the other jockey were indifferent to this, and they were trained to not be surprised.

……

The noon sun shines on the earth in winter, bringing a touch of warmth to the earth.

As the horn rang a few times, there was gradually more noise and noise in the stands. Riber took off his thick coat. He was jumping around the fence in a silk shirt, doing warm-up exercises. Eckert was leading the thoroughbred horse around the fence.

The cold wind came in from the collar and sleeves of the shirt, and it was indeed quite cold.

Ribo watched on the track while doing warm-up exercises.

As he expected, the prince also took off his coat, and his thin shirt was fluttering in the cold wind.

Through the thin shirt, the strong muscles of His Royal Highness can be clearly seen. His chest and shoulders are broad and thick, appearing strong and powerful.

Ribo is extremely envious of this strong fitness material full of strength and beauty, and maybe in a few years he will be exactly like the prince.

As for the other jockey who is considered to be the favorite to win, he also wore a thin shirt. His thin body was a typical jockey's figure. The jockey's head was not tied in a bun, obviously he was not a nobleman.

Except for the three of them, everyone else wore thick cotton-padded clothes. Obviously, they were not so obsessed with victory.

There are more and more people, the game has not yet started, and the cheers have been one after another.

The gong in the center of the stand was beating rhythmically, and the beating sound became more and more rapid, which was to remind everyone to place bets quickly.

A large number of attendants were surrounded by them, carrying money bags in their hands. They were betting on the master, and there was a huge crowd in front of the gong.

Several court guards were holding their hands full of gold coins and dumping them into a box set aside, and the old palace magistrate stood aside and laughed so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.

The sound of the gong became more and more rapid, and it almost became one piece. The attendants with the bet in their hands were desperately squeezing in. They had to complete the master's command before stopping the betting.

But Ribo knew that he had no time to appreciate his masterpiece, and Eckert brought his mount over.

The body of the thoroughbred horse was slightly damp, and its heavy breath was filled with white mist. The horse seemed to know that it was about to go on the court, and it seemed extremely excited. The three horns sounded, and the long, loud voice traveled far and far. Ribo mounted the horse and came to the front of the track under the tow of Eckert.

Ten horses are standing side by side, Ribo is arranged relatively outside, and His Royal Highness and the jockey are close to each other.

The jockey leaned over to the back of the horse, and had to lift his hips from time to time, apparently making the final preparations.

His Royal Highness shows the reservedness of the royal family, his expression is solemn and steady, majestic and majestic like a marshal commanding thousands of horses.

Another trumpet sounded, and Ribo turned his mind back and pulled the horse's reins tightly. Ribo's eyes were fixed on the launching officer waving the flag in front of him.

Suddenly, the commanding officer raised the banner in his hand and waved it down forcefully. Without even thinking about it, Ribo loosened the rein and moved his body forward.

His horse flew out like an arrow.

In Ribo's feeling, the start was quite successful this time. He didn't hesitate or pause at all. He ran out almost the moment the flag fell, but when he raised his head and looked at the side.

To his surprise, His Royal Highness and the other jockey were already half a horse behind him, and they were at the forefront of the team.

In the stands, people screamed wildly, and at the moment of the start, the pros and cons of the horses and riders were already visible.

As for the three horses that ran in the front and were chasing after them, no one dared to make a conclusion, but the horses behind had obviously been eliminated, and they had been thrown away after half a lap.

The jockey and His Royal Highness ran in the forefront, and the two of them went head-to-head. How fierce is the battle between you and me?

Sarthburg's little heir closely followed them on the outer road on the back right side of them. Whenever they galloped on the straight, they would catch up a little bit, and would widen the distance when they reached the corner.

Riding on the horse, Ribo lifted his buttocks away from the saddle and lay almost flat on the horse's back. He could clearly feel every movement of the horse's muscles.

He knew very well that his beloved mount was running as fast as he could.

But still unable to close the distance with the two horses in front of them. They are completely different from the opponents they met during the preliminaries. The two people in front are indeed smart riders, and their mounts are not inferior to the famous horses they love to ride.

Ribo felt a little irritable, and he also felt unwilling in Aiqi's heart. No horse has ever been able to run in front of it, and it has never had the experience of running behind someone else's ass.

Ribo has forgotten that he and his favorite rider have ran a few laps, but he can feel the two horses in front of them suddenly speed up.

This is something that has never happened before. Since the start of the race, the two horses will always slow down in the middle of the race, and there has never been a phenomenon of acceleration.

Are they trying to get rid of each other? Or is your own horse starting to fail to keep up?

Just as Ribo was hesitant, suddenly he felt his mount speed up.

The white mist erupted violently with heavy breathing.

Aki made a sound like a beast, and Ruibo suddenly felt that his body was pulling up, as if the violent wind was about to blow his weightless body into the air.

Ribo did not dare to tighten the reins, because it would slow down the speed of Ai Riding, and Riebo couldn't hold the saddle tightly. The saddle made of soft leather for racing horses had no place to grasp.

In desperation, Ruibo had to clamp Aiqi's abdomen tightly. This was a test of his physical strength and endurance.

One inch...two inches...one foot...two feet, getting closer and closer, Ruibo's face was hurt by the splashing mud.

The two horses in front obviously have already felt the gradual approach of the chaser behind them, and they have also increased their speed.

The three horses ran faster and faster, and no one made any noise from the stands. Everyone's eyes widened, their bodies leaning forward and staring at the three horses running in the front.

"The curve, it's almost the last curve." I don't know who was the first-and everyone screamed. Everyone straightened up and lifted their toes, as if they could see the last curve more clearly. The moment when the outcome is decided.

Ribo also knows that it is the key to victory and defeat. He finally catches up. If he loses this corner, then he probably won't have the power to catch up again.

But the situation is quite bad for him. He is one horse's head behind the two people in front, and he is on the perimeter. The corners are really unfavorable for him.

The corner is getting closer and Ribo can clearly see that Prince Henry, who is running in front, is already in the open frame to get in the lane. He obviously has to decide the outcome with the other jockey here.

Have not waited for Ribo to react, his body already felt a powerful force about to throw him off the horse. Ribo tilted his body to the inside as much as possible, and he could even feel the body temperature from the two horses and the two jockeys in front of him.

Everyone can clearly see that at the entrance to the last corner, the three racehorses are close to each other.

Suddenly Ribo felt a sharp pain in his leg. His Royal Highness and His Royal Highness passed by. His left foot and His Highness's right foot were sandwiched between the two horses.

The metal stirrups rub against each other, and the leather rubs against each other.

Ribo knew that this was not a deliberate collision, but he knew better how fragile and fragile the strong body of His Royal Highness made him.

Ribo seemed to feel that his left leg was torn, and the intense pain made him feel black in front of his eyes.

Ribmon snorted, and his face turned pale.

When he recovered slightly from the pain and felt that his leg bones were not broken, he suddenly discovered that the prince had come out of the curve.

Now he is advancing side by side with His Royal Highness, but the jockey has already been squeezed behind. Although the distance between the three people was only one horse's head, and the gap did not widen, Ruibo's heart was extremely relieved, and he finally caught up.

The joy in my heart is like smoothing out physical pain. For a while, Ruibo forgets that his left leg has just suffered a severe injury.

The thoroughbred horse seemed to have a premonition of the coming of victory, and it ran even more desperately, and it wanted to leave its last rival far behind.

Ribo speeded up, and the other two jockeys were naturally unwilling to lag behind, especially the jockey who fell last.

At the corner just now, he and His Royal Highness, the result of the battle between you and me, ended in his failure. This has been very difficult for him to accept, and what is even more difficult for him to accept is that he rides them to compete for the first place. In the gap of the position, the little heir to Surthburg, who was originally behind, would surpass his position and rush to the front.

The jockey’s mood is difficult to calm down anyway. The little heir to Surthburg is not good at corners. This is a well-known thing. If the prince didn’t compete with himself for the inner circle, this corner would become a jerk. The place where the little heir to Spielberg completely failed.

But now it's him who is at the end. How could that jockey be willing? He shouted, urging the horse racing to catch up.

Hearing the jockey's scolding, Ribo and His Royal Highness also yelled in unison. The three horses rushed forward like arrows from the string.

I don’t care how unbearable the strong cold wind is in my mouth, let alone the pain on my feet is weakening my own strength, and it’s getting harder and harder to hold the saddle. All the attention of Ruibo The force is focused on the front.

A court attendant in the middle of the runway kept waving a blue flag. This is a dangerous job, because he is likely to be crushed by a running horse, but the waving flag told Ribo, There is the end.

There is no need to save any physical strength anymore. Both the jockey and the horse race put all their strength on this last short section of the track.

"Driving..." Almost at the same moment, the three jockeys let out a beating.

The racehorses use them to run at speeds never seen before.

The seven judges all squeezed to the bottom line, and they waited nervously for the rider to pass.

With a gust of swift wind; the three-rided racehorse flew across the bottom line like lightning.

At that moment, Ribo's heart seemed to stop beating, but when he crossed the bottom line, his heart was beating wildly again.

He doesn't know if he won the victory.

But he knew at least one thing-he was too tired, his energy was exhausted, and the pain in his feet became unbearable.

As an assistant, Eckert rushed over immediately. When he saw that the trousers next to Ribo's left calf were stained with blood, he immediately shouted: "Priest...Where is the priest? Let the priest come here. ."

As he shouted, the court attendants hurriedly ran towards the distant camp, where there were clergymen on duty.

In the stands, the judges are gathering there with sad faces.

They are simply unable to determine who is the champion.

"You must give me a conclusion." The palace chief yelled anxiously there.

"The Marquis of Milovan, His Royal Highness Prince Henry and Earl Meding arrived almost at the same time. With the eyes of ordinary people like us, there is no way to distinguish the victor." One of the judges said.

"You speak lightly, but with such an answer, how do you tell me to tell His Majesty the King?" The palace chief asked fiercely with staring eyes.

"Then let's use the old method, your lord Marquis, you should be very clear about which gentleman your Majesty the King will bet on." Another commentator said with a smile.

"Good idea. Your Excellency intends to see me being torn apart by a group of people. To please your majesty depends on the timing. This will only cause trouble. So many people have placed heavy bets on them. If there is conclusive evidence, it would be better to say , If you want to use deception, are you actually going to read my jokes? Or do you see your Majesty become the object of criticism?" The palace chief said angrily.

Of course, those judges know how delicate the situation is now, and it has almost reached a point where the palace administrator is worried. It is really not unfounded and unfounded. This thing is not done well, and it may indeed shake His Majesty. Originally shaky status.

Thinking of this, the judges can't speak anymore, and no one wants to be the target of public criticism. Although no one knows what the final bet is, just look at the pile of gold coins, and you can imagine the pressure on the palace master. Any one of these boxes can be the strongest. The big man was dying.

What's more, the commotion outside became louder and louder, and the nobles even began to quarrel. They waved their credentials and insisted that the player they bet on was the champion of the game.

For a while, the King faction and the Presbyterian faction disappeared completely, as if all the grievances and grievances had disappeared for a while, and replaced by the two majors supporting the heirs of Surthburg and the prince of Dreizhi Faction.

Each faction plausibly declares that its side is the real winner.

"Isn't it enough for the two of them to play one more game?" said one judge.

"Sarthburg's young heir was injured during the match, and it is impossible to play again." The palace chief said disapprovingly.

"How about asking churches and magic associations for help? Our ordinary eyes can't distinguish the winner. Maybe we can ask the gods and the mysterious powers that fill the world to help." Another judge suggested.

"There will definitely be people questioning the final verdict. Do you think I haven't thought about it like this?" The palace chief denied this approach.

The judges racked their brains to think about it.

……

The dusk in winter is very cold, and the burning sunset can not bring people the slightest warmth.

Standing on the high platform, Ribo looked at the King who was wrapped in a thick robe in front of him.

He didn't even want to touch the beautifully cast and finely carved champion gold cup next to him.

The top of the gold cup is inlaid with a crystal clear ruby, which was originally a collection in the palace treasury.

Looking at this valuable golden cup, Ribo wondered how this golden cup could be held together with His Royal Highness, whether it was sawn in half, or it was redeemed at a discount.

But Ribo immediately thought of the unreasonable Princess.

He shook his head, almost certain that this golden cup will eventually become one of the strange collections of that wild girl.

Ribo doesn't really value the Gold Cup. On the contrary, the title of the champion excites him.

The loud bugle sounded, and the noisy noise in the audience suddenly disappeared without a trace.

His Majesty the King walked to the stage and cleared his throat and slowly said: "My most loyal subjects, on this special day, I want to express my gratitude to you for your loyalty, bravery and diligence... This is an unprecedented grand occasion The ceremony, it’s me... The Duke of Fuchs and the Marquis of Milovan have spent countless efforts to organize this ceremony. Here I am deeply grateful... I would also like to thank Prince Henry, the special envoy of Dreizhi..." Listening to His Majesty the King Ribo felt very boring when he kept talking about those clichés. He was so bored that he waited for His Majesty to finish his words.

"Here, I will present the highest honor, the title of the champion of this race meeting to His Royal Highness Prince Henry and the Earl of Medin. Having two champions at the same time is unique in history. I am deeply concerned about this. It is an honor to be able to participate in this memorable event as the grantor of honor." His Majesty said, he put on an expression of excitement.

Ribo and the prince took two steps forward and walked to His Majesty's side. The supreme majesty stretched out his hand and held the golden cup next to him. Seeing how hard he was, Ruibo guessed that the thing must be heavy.

Just as Ribo wanted to reach out and take the golden cup with His Royal Highness, suddenly, he felt a strange wave of magic.

In that instant, an inexplicable sense of crisis came to him. This sense of crisis was not the first time it appeared, whether it was the attack on Bart Woods or the siege of Earl Robert Roberts. I have felt this sense of crisis before, and it can be said that this sense of crisis has saved his life several times.

Ribo focused his attention on the strange wave of magic, and his discovery made him feel terrified.

The power of the powerful and dense fire spirit is condensed in the golden cup. Following the shaking of His Majesty’s trembling hand, the fire energy seems to sway violently because of the water in the cup. And the magical fluctuations that leaked out caused his own idea.

Ribo didn't even think about it, and raised his arm to block His Royal Highness Prince Henry. The Prince Drizhi is definitely a very responsive person, and Ribo feels something is wrong with the slightest move.

However, His Majesty did not react so quickly. He was surprised by the unreasonable performance of the young heir to Searthburg.

Ribo originally planned to let His Majesty the King gently place the golden cup on the ground, but suddenly he felt the power of the fire originally condensed in the golden cup tumbling violently, as if oil was boiling.

"Get down." Ribo yelled, grabbed the golden cup, and threw it out abruptly. In his busy schedule, he had no time to choose a target, so he had to throw it to the right side of the few palace guards and knights. .

Hearing Ribo's roar, Prince Henry immediately reacted. He stretched out his hand and dropped His Majesty to the ground, and pressed the supreme head tightly to the ground.

His Majesty the King did not react to Henry's unexpected behavior and the roar of the heirs of Surthburg for a while. There was a look of fear in his eyes. Obviously he was worried that the two horse racing champions wanted Teamed up to hurt his life. However, a loud noise followed, completely dispelling the doubts in his heart.

The roar was like a thunderbolt from nine heavens that exploded in the ears. The billowing thunder drowned everything. As the thunder sounded, a hot air wave suddenly burst like a storm. And to.

Almost everyone was stunned by the sudden explosion, and the ensuing air wave dealt a heavy blow to the big people who were caught off guard.

The nobles standing closest to the platform are all representatives of Frank’s most powerful and prestigious family. The explosion of air rolled them into a pile, and neither the duke nor the marquis could keep their original. With grace, the young lady and the ladies were equally embarrassed. There were screams and crying everywhere. When these noble men were frightened, they were no different from ordinary people.

Ribo poked his head out cautiously, his spine still ached from the hot air waves, and his chest was even more dazed by the roar.

Suddenly he felt the platform tilt a bit.

The tilt becomes more and more obvious, and you can even hear the sound of crunching metal.

"The platform is about to collapse." Riber heard the roar of Prince Henry's ears. I saw that the prince climbed up at an astonishing speed, picked up the limp King with one hand, and ran to the edge of the platform in three steps and jumped off in two steps.

Be reminded by His Royal Highness, Ribo also hurriedly followed behind His Royal Highness. But when he just walked to the edge of the platform, and before he could take off, the platform collapsed suddenly.

Ribo was unstable and fell straight down.

In a panic, Ribo remembered the escape skills Kelller had taught him. He stretched out his right foot and pushed hard against a collapsed stone slab next to him, and his body floated aside.

In a cry of exclamation, Ribo fell to the ground so heavily, the height of the platform was not high enough to make his body light, so the fall was not light. But when Ribo sat up with difficulty and searched all over his body, he was lucky to find that he was not injured.

Compared with him, Prince Henry is not so lucky.

Jumping down from a high platform, holding a person in his hands, his leg bones obviously cannot withstand such a strong impact. The outwardly curved foot surface clearly proves this. But to Ruibo's surprise, the prince obviously didn't care about all of this. His expression was solemn and serious, and there was no pain at all.

Ribo was even more surprised that His Royal Highness did not sit down on the ground like himself. He still stood upright there, commanding the bewildered nobles majesticly.

Among the panicked crowd, only Labelle and the Marquis Keene were able to remain calm. At the moment the platform collapsed, the two did not run away from the platform like other nobles, but ran to the platform instead.

At that time, His Royal Highness Prince Henry just jumped down from the platform. His Majesty Francis XVI, who had no scars on his body, seemed to be in the worst condition of all, his face turned pale. The lips showed a faint gray color. "Guard, get water quickly." Labelle sternly ordered.

The court guards who were also stunned were awakened like a dream.

After bringing His Majesty the King back to the sleeping tent carefully, and summoning the clergy and the guarding magician, everyone noticed the Prince of Derry and the little heir of Searthburg.

The clergy rushed to the two of them, and the injury of His Royal Highness's leg immediately attracted their attention. Compared with Prince Henry, Ribo's injury was much lighter, but the appearance of the two of them looked like exactly the opposite.

Ribo is sitting on the ground, his body is covered with a thick layer of dust, and blood is seeping out on his shoulders, back and left leg.

The court guards had to lift the two of them on a stretcher, and the princess Drizhi in the distance squeezed here, her face was full of worry, followed by Fen. Ni and Justine.

For Her Royal Highness, the court guards did not dare to stop, but they stopped Fanny and Justine.

"Let us pass, please." Miss Fanny pleaded bitterly, but the court guards were not moved by it.

"Your Royal Highness, please take us with you." Justine hurriedly asked for help from the Princess.

The princess, who had been panicking, suddenly became calm. She glanced at Fanny and Justine, and then at the little heir of Surthburg on the stretcher in the distance, then turned her head. Shui said to the court guard: "Let them go, I will be responsible for everything."

"This...it's hard to follow..." A court guard stood up and said, but before he finished speaking, he received a slap in the face.

"I don't have the ability to protect my monarch, but he will only pretend to be pretending after the fact. If you were in Dalizhi, my father would have already cut off his head." The princess said viciously.

After saying this, the princess waved her hand and said: "Come with me, I see who dares to stop."

Fanny originally had fears and worries, but when Justine pulled her, she couldn't help but follow her.

"You are so majestic." Listeen couldn't help but admired the princess, but her expression immediately became sad because she had already seen Rebow lying on the stretcher.

"I will be fine, just some bruises." Ribo said with a smile.

But those two little girls obviously thought that their sweethearts were just comforting them, so there were worried and sad expressions on their faces. Under the **** of the clergy, the stretcher drifted away, and the two girls silently followed behind.

Beside the other stretcher, Her Royal Highness also followed quietly, her original savage and willful appearance disappeared without a trace. Now she is just a sad girl worried about her brother's injury.