The Advent of the Infinite King

"But, both of them, I don't seem to like myself." I replied seriously. "I understand how they feel, such a fiancé jumping around. Because of a marriage contract they have no right to enter into."

"No, actually, it's for another reason." The old woman's eyes shone with surprise.She slowly sensed an inexplicably eye-catching aura about this man. Although he didn't look special, with a little more time together, you could sense that he was different.That's not a disguise, but the demeanor revealed in words and deeds unconsciously.She looked at the man carefully again, and suddenly realized that the pride in his heart was uncontrollable.Even if the memory is lost, even if everything is erased, it comes from nature, from the deepest part of the human heart, the most fundamental thing is still old.

"Any other reasons?"

The old woman stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside the window.She ostensibly changed her mood, but in reality she was trying to avoid the feeling of not being able to breathe.The windows of the rooms looked onto the garden of the house, however, like most country homes, the garden was not well maintained and the lawns were unkempt and far from refined and beautiful.It probably doesn't matter if you look rough, but you can't watch it over and over again.

"This engagement" the old woman looked out of the window for a few seconds before she spoke. "This marriage contract was made by your father, and I am a witness. Everything is reasonable and legal. In fact, I asked both of them for their opinions, and they did not intend to object. All you have to do is choose one of them. This Is it difficult? If it is really difficult to choose, it is better to flip a coin and see the choice of fate."

"It's not that you can't choose, but..." I hesitated for a moment. "I don't know what to say. I've forgotten everything about the past, and I don't know what I'm really here for. Maybe I'll really have a good meal in this marriage, as others say. But now Me," he looked down at his hands.I have checked his hands many times and there are not many calluses on them. In fact, his fingers are long and strong, white and tender, which shows that he should not be a rough person.So far, the only thing he can be sure of is that he can read. Amnesia is amnesia, but the skills he has learned will not be forgotten. "As you said just now, I have a new life."

"Those two girls, but they own the whole property. Actually, it's not as small as you think," said Aunt Mary. "Their estate is attached to my land, and those two little girls are my only heirs. I have a lot of land here. There's a wilderness, a beautiful wilderness, and a great place to hunt. And a beautiful The forest, for the past two years there has been a fall hunting party between the wilderness and the forest and it has been well received by all,” she said with a smile. "Although the two girls are not very rich, they can earn about Kioli's income every year. In addition, they also have a share in a chamber of commerce in the city. This can also provide them with almost the same income. It should be said, Barely make them live well."

Chapter 758: I'm very worried now

But every place is crowded and overcrowded.

Exciting horse racing is about to begin.

Several ceremonial officials appeared to lead the trumpeter and entourage, each of whom held a key position in the game.They carry red, brown or purple flags to signal their presence.At the same time, a small group of armed soldiers also came to the scene to maintain order and protect the safety of the audience.

As in previous years, a respectable old nobleman, accompanied by several church priests, came to the middle of the hilltop, where there was a makeshift pedestal on the edge of the shed.He then delivered a message that was nothing new, nothing more than the future of the kingdom, local developments, crop harvests, etc.But the old man obviously knew his speech was unpopular, or he was anxious to wait for the game to start, so he ended his opening remarks as briefly as possible.

Second, the local magistrate will speak on behalf of the Governor.But the Sheriff, also known as Farod, was clearly an interesting man, that is to say, his speech was terse and concluded in a short time.

The riders are already in position at the start for the usual opening ceremonies of the Hilltop Race.After careful preparation, at this time all the horses were boiling, covered in blood, and ecstatic.Riders must try to control their riders so they can run away in the excitement.

I have known this venue more than once.This game can be said to be a test everywhere, even the starting position here is no exception.On the surface, the section of the road after the start of the race is like all the cross-country races in the world, which is a smooth and barrier-free road.But the problem is, it's so open that hundreds of horses can line up, but after the start, the flat road narrows quickly, almost like a trumpet.In this case, a horse that gets off to a slightly slower start will be forced into the back and lose the lead.To put it bluntly, among the horses participating in the race, those who do not take the lead will inevitably be squeezed behind, at a very disadvantageous position, and may even be pulled down by the forerunner.

Because of this, all the riders are engrossed in the opening sprint.

An officer of ceremonies leading his men, holding flags, walked up and down the starting line, inspecting all the horses, while the waiter opened his voice and repeatedly emphasized that the riders should start after hearing the gong.If there is a robbery, it will be severely punished.

I patted the slightly uncomfortable mount lightly with the palm of my hand.The atmosphere of the race affects not only the people, but also the horses.The White Horses are already eager to try but still have a short time to go before the game.The ceremonial official and his subordinates still ran up and down in front of the riders, shouting that everyone already knew about the horse racing system.

From the left and right, you can see a whole line of dedicated riders and their ready horses.Riders also wear distinctive clothes.According to tradition, each rider wears the cloak that his mount can wear.For example, not far from the "Red Lightning", his rider wears a red cloak.The black horse is called "Treading Snow", and the rider's cape is black.In fact, I am no exception.He wore a white cloak made of elves.

The workmanship of this cloak is very special. According to Aunt Mary, it should be a cloak made by elves.But I know that this is no ordinary cloak, even among elves.In one of his dreams, the cloak was so indestructible it couldn't even pass through a bullet.

Two loud horns sounded to remind the contestants to get ready and remind the staff on duty to leave the starting line.

The officer of ceremonies quickly left with his subordinates.Soon, three trumpets sounded.This is the last signal to tell everyone that the game will start at any time.

Then I heard a loud gong.

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"I'm afraid Mr. Io." After the gong sounded, the high priest said. "We didn't feel anything, there was no smell of dark magic at all."

From morning to night, the clergy were scattered in every corner, trying to feel the breath of dark magic energy, even if all the competitors gathered at the starting line, they did not relax.But the result is everything.

The venerable clergyman was refined, but his appearance already had obvious meaning.I know that if he hadn't donated a sum of money to the church yesterday, I'm afraid the pastor wouldn't have had a "soft attitude".

"Sorry, maybe I was paranoid." Io replied apologetically. "Let's just enjoy the game."

In this case, he took a quick break and left his pew to find Lyle.This was easy, since Lyle was waiting for him in his appointed place.Because everyone is busy watching the game right now, there are only two people here.

"It doesn't look like it has anything to do with the Dark Arts," I said.It's uncanny, but my ride is really a live horse.It can only mean one thing Dix, that idiot really sold his BMW for rock-bottom prices. "Are you doing your job well?"

"I've settled with the riders," said Lyle. "Everyone has made a commitment of four hundred guineaulis. That price should be enough for them to do their best."

"I hope so." Io was filled with frustration.He thought everything was in his hands, but now he finds that things are not that simple. "That idiot in Dix. They just bought a simple scam off the vet and coaxed him into doing it," he said anxiously. "I sure didn't come up with my two cousins, I must have been working on it."

Lyle nodded, fully agreeing with Io.

"I'm worried now. With that BMW, I do have a good chance." Now it's a pity that the original price was not set correctly.If I had known it would have been set to ten thousand.But he also knows that this is very difficult to do, the two sisters are not incompetent foreign businessmen or civilians, they can be kneaded at will.With the energy of his aunt Marie, Io also knew a thing or two.

"Ou Ge, don't worry too much." Lyle was more optimistic. "There is no guarantee of victory in this race. Although I have a good horse, he is only a mercenary after all, and the horse riding is definitely not as good as those professional jockeys. If you have a good horse, you don't have to win. Dix also lost last year ?"

"Yeah," let out a sigh of relief. "Let's go and see if those professional drivers can live up to their professional standards."

In the sound of the gong, all the ready horses rushed out of the string like arrows.Both riders and spectators know that the start of the race is very important.There are more than a hundred horses in the race, and the narrow track actually only allows five or six horses to gallop abreast, meaning those who are initially slow get pushed back, following the rump of others even if they are powerful.

The star stands on the edge of the shed, a position for women to watch.Like she said before, she came alone once, and the star didn't come on the grounds of being "unwell".At this moment, almost all the gentry and noble women are concentrated here, and the star is surrounded by Essie.

Speaking of which, this is not the first time I've been to a Jockey Club.But this seemed to be the one time she was so nervous.Her eyes never left me from the beginning. It wasn't hard to find him in the rider ranks because I'm Caucasian and I'm attractive both as a horse and as a human.

Chapter 759: Confused

Shirley reckoned in her heart that although the feeling of being unable to clear up in the carriage had passed, she also knew that when she jumped from the carriage and nearly fell off the shackles, the journey would not take more than half a day, but at this time the jailer no longer Concerned about her, talking to a stranger on the other side, but in the position of the carriage, a man in leather brutally tells her to wear a sword.The reins were in hand but Shirley had no idea she was running away with the chains on.She began to look around.

In front of her is a castle, not very big, but very delicate.The man she was talking to the jailer at the front door of the castle was supposed to be the gatekeeper of the castle, you could see him by his clothes.Also, to her left is a calm and beautiful lake through which some sheep can be seen grazing carefree on the meadow at the end of autumn.But this year it's warmer, so the pastures are still green.

Farther away, although the blue peaks are mountains, it is the kind of gentle slope.At first glance, the whole place is a good pasture for this lake, with this field and mountains, the castle is not only a beautiful environment, but also a good income, it can be said to be a unique place, in addition, the road connecting the castle with the outside world it is good.Because there is a solid and durable stone road under her feet.

"Oh," she looked around, trying to figure out where she was going, and she heard Fana sigh.

"That's it," Fana said.

"Here?" Shirley immediately realized that I bought a castle on the outskirts of the city.She never came to see it, but Fana came to send a letter, "My castle?"

When he spoke, the jailers and janitors seemed to have finished speaking.The janitor, a man in his fifties, stared at them with a smile that he didn't know whether it was sarcasm or a sigh.

"You are here," the bearded jailer said to them expressionlessly, and then he took out the key and unshackled the neck and legs, and the tool was taken away by one person, leaving a handcuff at the end.

"Well, that's it," said the jailer, throwing the things back into the carriage, to the doorman, who immediately produced a file and opened it.The jailer looked at it carefully and put it away with satisfaction.