Although he was thinking about something else, he did not refute it.

Seeing that he seemed to be in deep thought, Chris continued: "It is meaningless to bother with these things."

"Whether to others' eyes, will I change because of this?"

After the question, she gave her own answer.

“—No.”

"I will not abandon the life that could have been more comfortable because of this kind of accidental guilt... It is better to say that I want to become better than others. It is one of the essences of human competition."

She said quietly: "Pity is mercy, action is action."

So, this is your answer?

Wien probably understood a little.

To some extent, Chris seemed to have a more decisive view than herself.

"Anotherwise, as long as you live in a civilized society, it is difficult not to enjoy the convenience provided by others..." Wien changed the topic. "Forget it, I'd better improve the welfare of my assistants."

Everyone is happy to get some thoughtful gifts as subsidies, so you don’t have to expose the difficult life so naked.

"It's okay for you, just live a smooth life." Chris said perfunctorily indifferently.

"I've decided! I'll bring this perfume out tomorrow."

...What are your misunderstandings about racetracks?

As the daughter of the Duke's family, Chris once received equestrian training.

But that was limited to giving her a docile pony and then guiding her to stroll around her own estate under the guidance of a professional.

——It is a complete skill of face.

Besides, she didn't like this sport very much, and her mother didn't support it, so she put it aside before she could exercise. She usually traveled with a carriage.

Wien really can't say that she still remembers many skills now.

However, he still did not pour cold water on Chris's excitement. Anyway, she would soon find out how wrong she had made her decision until tomorrow.

...

The next day, a private horse farm in the suburbs.

The kings of Lornes concentrated most of the resources of the entire country, and therefore, even the surrounding areas of the kings became popular places of investment, attracting groups of powerful people.

Any nobleman with certain strength does not buy villas or manors in the suburbs.

Unlike the extra expensive land prices of royal cities and the strict restrictions on the scale of buildings, the outskirts are obviously much broader in the view of the suburbs. - The premise is that the land you purchased is large enough.

Even if the land in the suburbs is much cheaper than inside the royal city, the investment required to run such a horse farm is not something that ordinary people can do.

This is actually the royal family's industry.

Although Wien can ride horses, he is not very passionate.

With magic, such a novel and exciting toy, the strong horses seem to be unable to bring themselves much pleasure in the wind. The largest horse farm around this royal capital was introduced by Richard.

"…Well, what a strange smell."

As soon as she got off the carriage and stepped on the dark green grass, Chris covered her nose a little uncomfortable.

The perfume she sprayed carefully in advance lost its effectiveness when the breeze mixed with a unique smell came on the side.

"Of course it's the smell of horses." Wien laughed.

He led Chris through the gate in a familiar way, and many attendants along the way focused on Chris in surprise.

As he was looked at by the surrounding eyes, Chris felt more and more uncomfortable. Subconsciously, his hand holding Vinn tightened a little, and his whole body was pressed against him.

"Why...why are they all looking at me like that?" she asked indescribable words.

"So you don't have such awareness? In the past, there were few noble ladies coming here to ride horses." He explained a few words, then glared back one by one with a bad look on his face.

Realizing that his curiosity made the guests unhappy, the attendants panicked and retreated their gazes, wandering and unnaturally looking at other places.

Soon, a receptionist who looked like a lobby manager came up.

"This guest, do you have an appointment?"

Wien took out the token given to him by Richard and let the receptionist look at it.

Seeing the golden badge on the token, the receptionist looked somber: "It turns out that he is an important nobleman. You can use all the resources in the horse farm at will. If you need anything, just tell me."

"I'm Wien Wincher, please arrange a quiet place for me without anyone to disturb me."

This is not a secret place, and there is no need to hide your identity.

"By the way, I have two other friends who will arrive later. When they report my name, take them here."

In order to make Chris familiar with his strange partners for a while, Vin arrived a little early.

Some of the nobles who have been active in this horse farm for a long time will choose to keep their horses here. Richard and others naturally have special horses that they have been domesticated for many years since childhood, but Chris has to choose one again.

As for which one Chris used many years ago?

It unfortunately died of severe illness before she was neglected for a long time.

After arranging all the affairs, the attendants were ordered to leave first, leaving only Vien and Chris in front of the stable next to a large grassland.

Well, there is also a dark horse in the stable that Richard gave to Wien a few days ago, and a smaller white horse that had just been selected for Chris today.

Their common feature is that they are all docile varieties that have been screened for several generations.

It doesn't matter to Wien, but for a novice like Chris, safety is the most important thing.

"I haven't ridden a horse for a long time..." I wonder if I remembered my old friend who had died suddenly for many years, Chris walked up and tentatively reached out and touched the white horse tied in the stable. "You're the name Miranda, right? I'm glad to know you!"

"If you like it, you can buy it with a new name." Wien added.

Selling some expensive horses to the nobles is one of the business contents of this horse farm.

"Forget it... I'm just on a whim now. If the interest fades in a few days, it will be wronged after it follows me." Her voice was a little sad.

"No need to think so." Wien joked, "Who can be sure that eating and waiting to die every day is not the life it wants? If we adopt it, maybe it can live a more free life."

Chris was choked by his improper words and speechless.

So she looked at the white horse that took the initiative to rub her palms. "Miranda, are you willing to be adopted by me? If you want, nod, and shake your head if you don't want."

The two waited quietly for a long time, and the white horse had no special reaction.
Chapter completed!