Lowes has hot, humid and rainy summers and autumns, but more sunny days in winter and spring.

Catching a ray of rays as the sun just rose, Wayne got up early again and took Xiaobai out for a full exercise session before returning.

At this time, Chris rubbed her eyes and pushed open the door. She looked like she had just gotten up and had not yet woken up.

"Well, Wayne, you're back."

She leaned over half asleep, hugged Wayne's neck and hung on him like a koala.

Wayne put his arms around her waist and smiled unconsciously, lowering his tone in order not to disturb her.

"How did you sleep last night? If you haven't slept enough, we can set off later. I'll call you later when we're ready to go out." He said against her ear, "It's not that easy to sleep at the racecourse.

It’s something.”

After all, this is a public event. Even if you are as prestigious as Duke Elliot, you have to take into account the views of the king and other nobles. Since you have chosen to attend, then maintaining the image of a noble noble is to be a Wincher.

The responsibility of being a family member.

Probably because she was tickled by Wayne's warm breath when he spoke, Chris rubbed her head in his arms.

"I don't care...at worst, you can take me and run away first."

Wayne was still thinking about the feasibility of running away halfway, but Chris's wandering mind suddenly moved to other places.

"Ven, you said that since there is such a thing as Marseille, is it theoretically possible for match-fixing to occur?"

Wayne was immediately brought back to reality by her suggestion.

"Well, if the benefits are attractive enough, I think this should happen." He guessed, "But the larger the event, the more difficult it is to do things in public."

This is not a modern society that pays attention to basic human rights. If a contestant with a weak background offends a small-minded nobleman in the stands, he may be tortured to death after he finishes.

But on the other hand, as long as you show enough attention, you are very likely to gain access to the palace, obtain funding, and become a guest of the great nobles.

Such bait is still tempting enough.

Therefore, it was hard for him to believe that someone in Qingxi Academy would be willing to take such a huge risk, throw away his personal and family future, and be extremely unwisely involved in such a dangerous incident.

"Anyway, our family doesn't have a horse team, so we just went to watch the excitement and donate some money to show our love," said Wen.

For the many nobles invited to attend the meeting, I am afraid that most of them have this mentality.

"That's right."

Chrissy nodded, "Speaking of which, Songli Edgeworth's family seems to have several horse teams. Have you heard of it?"

"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it, and I haven't met it in person."

Occasionally I went to the racecourse a few times, but only accompanied Lawrence or Richard, and had little interaction with the people and horses who were going to compete.

Hearing what he said, Chris seemed to feel it was a pity.

"Well, if we can buy her strongest horse team and raise them to compete in the competition and advertise..."

Wayne twitched the corner of his mouth.

If he really did this, the gains and losses would be secondary. Geli would probably go crazy after being ridiculed.

"Let's go downstairs and have something to eat first. I'm going to take a shower and change clothes, and then we're almost ready to go."

He changed the subject.

…

Although she looked sleepy not long ago, by the time the Wincher family's carriage set off, Chrissy had lost her tiredness and became expectant and excited.

"Dad, why don't our family have a horse team?" she asked chirpingly.

In the extremely high-standard Duke's car, Chrissy and Wayne were sitting on the same side, while Duke Elliot was sitting on the opposite side.

Perhaps due to special treatment, the noise coming from the outside world was very small, and the bumps of the wheels were also very slight. Silk cloth engraved with dark gold family crest patterns was matted on the inside of the carriage, and a simple small table was placed in the middle.

There is almost no noticeable vibration on the tabletop during travel.

Unless it's a very formal occasion, Elliot usually doesn't travel with such fanfare.

"Of course that's because your mother and I don't like watching horse racing shows very much." He replied in a gentle voice. "For things that you are not passionate about, spending extra money to survive will only bring a lot of cost to yourself.

Unnecessary worries."

Unlike his seemingly dignified image, Duke Elliot is actually a man who pays great attention to economic applicability.

——The premise is that there is no conflict with Mrs. Ashwell’s opinions.

As for Duchess Ashwell, she completely belongs to another dimension that leads the trend in the royal capital. It is hard to imagine that Duke Elliot, who is full of majesty in front of people, is almost obedient in front of his wife and daughter.

Eliot would gladly accept all suggestions, even if they were not in line with his own style.

"If you like it, Chris, you can raise a few horse teams with Wayne in private to play games."

As he spoke, he chuckled and then became a little more serious. "However, you are absolutely not allowed to go on stage without supervision! Otherwise, everyone involved will be punished for your willfulness."

You can clearly feel from his solemn expression that he is not joking now.

Elliot has always been careful when it comes to Chris's personal safety.

Chris pouted her lips.

"knew."

"I wasn't interested either, okay?"

The little flame that had finally risen in her heart was ruthlessly extinguished. Chrissy didn't want to talk anymore and leaned against Wayne with her eyes closed to rest.

In an atmosphere of silence, the Duke's carriage finally stopped in front of a huge racecourse in the suburbs.

The driver respectfully placed the stool and rang a small bell hanging in front of the driver's seat.

The crisp sound of "ding ding ding~" is a reminder to the nobles in the carriage that their destination has been reached.

Duke Elliot got out of the carriage first and signaled the coachman to rest first and come to the door to pick up people when the time came.

Chris, who was being helped out of the carriage by Wayne, was attracted by the noisy movement of tourists on the other side.

"Wow, there are so many people!"

She kept looking around.

"After all, it is said to be a big event." Wayne also looked around and quickly grasped the nearby terrain. "The invited nobles should enter through the two channels on our side, and the location of the stands will also be changed.

Better."

Surrounded by colorful flags not far ahead, several staff members were already waiting with their hands down.
Chapter completed!