Play trumpet in the world of horse racing girl

The posture and tone of the bad joke were very dignified, and he even made a skirt ceremony to the two of them. If it wasn't for the clothes and maid uniforms, and if there was a mask covering his face, he might be considered the head maid here.

"Bad joke!" The great warrior screamed when he saw the sudden appearance of the bad joke—the feeling of the game of fate is still fresh in his memory, so how can she forget this terrible opponent?

"Hoohoo, let's avoid meeting old acquaintances. As you can see, we have a little problem here, but it's not a big one, just ignore it."

Silent Suzuka looked at the courtyard where only the statues of the Three Goddesses were still intact, and at the vicious joker wearing a mask, and could only smile awkwardly.

"Okay, then please come in, let's go to the living room to rest first, after all, an ordinary little girl has to put in 120% effort to face the tyrant."

It doesn't matter what Silent Suzuka thinks about the bad jokes, anyway, she is only responsible for connecting these two people in, and Lord Wurong and the tyrant are responsible for the rest.

As for Adam's situation, it can be regarded as a little skill of the lord. After all, Adam's affairs are quite troublesome now, and it is also a troublesome thing to prevent that dog from yelling at Suzuka and the warrior, so the plan that came to mind Just clear it out.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be so easy, and there were some other steps, but the golden ship did come too timely, so that Adam was successfully taken away by the golden ship's mind.

The big warrior and Silent Suzuka looked at each other, nodded to each other, and then ignored the dilapidated scene around them, in the statue of the three goddesses, the bad joke, and the man standing by the window Under the watchful eye of the Lord of Glory—

Two horse racing girls stepped into the largest stronghold in the dark horse racing world to meet the legendary tyrant...

159. Eyesight is the only criterion

The interior of the magnificent villa is completely different from the garden outside that looks like a battlefield just now. The level of luxury inside even once made the great warrior and Silent Suzuka feel that they had entered the palace.

Shining silver crystal chandeliers, floors made of smooth marble, chic Chinese vases, and all kinds of furniture made of unknown wood.

The oncoming atmosphere made the big warrior and Silent Suzuka feel a strong aura of local tyrants. The various displays inside let them know that they probably would never be able to buy them in their entire lives.

This is not only expensive, but also so expensive that it is extremely prodigal for them - even for a famous horse race girl like Silent Suzuka, it is common to get prize money in the race, but it is not enough to buy these things Come home and put it away.

Rather than buying these, it would be more reliable to buy some radishes, at least racehorse girls like radishes.

But even so, the big warrior and Silent Suzuka are still looking around in astonishment, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden at this time, but they dare not touch or speak loudly.

"Hey, you two are here." While the two were still looking at those magnificent things, a white figure walked up to the two and greeted them.

This was the White Knight who lost the match against the Black Knight back then, and he was also the first member of the "Kingdom" who was truly "defeated". After losing, he temporarily fell silent.

But, soon she will start to stir up trouble again, because according to the next situation, the white knight will be responsible for dealing with the black knight, and it is impossible to keep silent. It means that the follow-up cannot continue.

——Just like you actually have to fight Guda twice in Black Soul III, even if they are not the same, they are still Guda.

"Miss White Knight..." Silent Suzuka looked at the White Knight. She saw the match that day. The opponent was a very powerful racehorse lady. Acceleration, sprinting, escape, feint... It can be said to be a complete set of operations.

This kind of running method, Silent Suzuka saw it and said it was really amazing, let alone a big warrior who was not strong enough in the first place?On the spot, he began to imitate the running style of the white knight.

It's just that the final running method imitation is still as poor as when imitating the black knight.

"You two, let's make a long story short. You also saw it in the garden, so the open-air tea party is impossible." The white knight shrugged and smiled apologetically.

At the beginning, I really thought about an open-air tea party, but... the tyrant and the Lord of Glory disagreed. Except for the template of the white knight, no template thought it was a good way, even the holy man.

"So, Lord Tyrant has been waiting in the study for a long time—however, do you want to drink some black tea first, and eat some cake or something alive before going in?"

"After all, sugar can help the brain feel happy. Maybe eating those sugars doesn't have to feel so intense?"

The meaning of the white knight is obvious. The coercion of the tyrant is always there, and the racehorse girls will be scared to tremble just by walking in. It will not be fun if the brain freezes at that time.

Silent Suzuka and the big warrior looked at each other, although they were not familiar with each other, but at this moment they are like comrades in arms facing the battlefield together, they should take a look at each other first to make sure that the other party is not going to do this.

"... Forget it, anyway, those desserts are not tranquilizers." Soon, the two came to the other's conclusion, and the big warrior waved his hands first, expressing that he would not eat those things.

"At that time, I don't think I can ignore those things by relying on these candies..." She sighed again, how could she not remember the coercion of the tyrant, could it be solved by relying on candies?You might as well just get two shots of sedatives.

"No need, I've been on a diet recently." Silent Suzuka shook her head. She also chose not to eat and drink in the dark horse racing world. She doesn't have such a big heart yet.

"...It's okay, but it's a pity that these are made by the young lady." The white knight is not angry, after all, as she said-these are all made by the young lady named Big Forklift, and she has another relationship with her. What's the matter?After all, although everyone is the same person, it seems that they are not completely, maybe they are so smart that they don't even recognize themselves?

After finishing speaking, the white knight moved away, and made a "please" gesture, signaling the two to move forward.

Without too much entanglement with the smiling white knight, the two walked forward immediately. The magnificence on the road was no longer so attractive, and it seemed that only the final goal remained.

By the fence on the second floor, Lord Wurong with a sloppy face just watched the two horse race girls hurriedly pass by the hall below. It seemed that neither of them planned to take them down for a long time.

It's true after all, after all, the White Knight is just a more powerful villain in their impression, not an amiable big sister, so they won't have a good impression.

Lord Wurong pushed his glasses, and began to secretly plan whether to strengthen the interaction between these horse racing girls and the templates, so that they can have a deeper connection with the dark horse racing world?

On the first floor, the study room was quickly found. Although the door was closed, the golden business card on the door and the breath escaping from the room perfectly told the two race girls—— Tyrant, right in front of you.

The great warrior took a deep breath, then walked up to Silent Suzuka, and reached out to hold the doorknob—because she was a great warrior, and her mother told her that she was an absolutely brave warrior, so at least in terms of courage On the other hand, it is absolutely impossible to lose to everyone in Spica.

The cold doorknob was so cold that it would frostbite a great warrior, it made her tremble all over, and she was forced to think about what kind of existence existed inside the door.

But even so, the great warrior gritted his teeth, turned the doorknob, and then gently pushed the door open.

The momentum is no longer blocked, and the intuitive line of sight comes to explain it. At this moment, the great warrior really feels as if he has come to the battlefield filled with gunpowder, and in front of him is a large formation composed of thousands of troops.

The black horror is sitting there, holding a book that seems to depict the three-crowned horses in neon, but the appearance of the book makes Silent Suzuka and the big warrior realize that they have never seen it .

"..." The tyrant stretched out a hand, pointing to the two empty seats opposite him, "Sit down."

The two looked at each other again, and then they walked into the tyrant's study together. Just looking at their stiff steps, they knew that this behavior had cost them a lot of courage.

However, the tyrant did his best. After all, this will no longer interfere with the weather, but simply create some suppressive force, which is really better than before.

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The soft cushion was just like when the emperor sat down, no matter how comfortable it was, the two racehorse girls could not relax, they were still very stiff and did not even dare to open their mouths.

"Well...then let's start with you first." The tyrant didn't pretend to be particularly deep and waited for the two of them to speak for the sake of the so-called coercion—otherwise, according to the current estimate, the two of them would probably be able to sit on the big forklift that they love. Make a few pots of coffee and come over, it's really too idle.

Therefore, the tyrant directly looked at the great warrior first. After all, according to Lord Wurong's viewing results, the great warrior was indeed very brave in the situation just now. Since he is so brave, he must start with her first.

"Me?" The brave man was taken aback, he didn't expect the tyrant to look at him immediately, he thought that the other party should go to see Silent Suzuka first, after all, the other party is stronger than himself no matter what?

"Hmm... Great Warrior, I've read your profile a little bit." The tyrant ignored the Great Warrior's reaction, like an NPC preparing to start a plot, she folded her arms, and there was no extra emotion in her tone.

"Your circumstances seem to be full of ordinary. Although your training is very hard, your aptitude is indeed very mediocre."

"..." Big Warrior lowered his head slightly. Indeed, she understands this very well. Because of her mediocre qualifications, she needs to work harder. Otherwise, Big Warrior, the name that her mother specially thought of for herself, is not worth thinking about. ?

"You seem to intend to imitate the black knight's running style? But unfortunately, her running style is not suitable for you, isn't it?" The tyrant looked at the legs of the great warrior, and the opponent's legs were also very ordinary, not as flexible as the emperor of the East China Sea. It's not as slender as Zen and the others. It can be said that these are the legs of a very ordinary racehorse girl.

With such legs, it is basically unrealistic to want to imitate the Black Knights and the like, but it is absolutely no problem to reach a certain height.

"...you want to defeat the black knight, right?" Finally, the tyrant asked his main question, and the great warrior dropped his head again.

"I... I really am..."

The black back, the front and back punctures, and the terrible physical fitness, the great warrior was there for the first time, and since then, he has been training and imitating to defeat the opponent.

Therefore, the great warrior really wanted to...defeat the black knight and prove that he is not a trash who can be defeated casually.

"To defeat the opponent, this is a normal racing girl's mentality, don't worry about it - but I hope you don't have other mentality, otherwise there will be mistakes over there." The tyrant nodded slightly, and the great warrior wanted to defeat the black knight Everyone can see that, after all, this girl has been imitating the Black Knight, although she has never surpassed it.

"Others..." The big warrior was a little breathless under the pressure of the momentum. Under such circumstances, she probably thought about it, but she didn't feel that she had any strange mentality.

After all, she just wanted to defeat the black knight, and if she could really defeat it, she hadn't thought about what to do afterwards.

"...If you are eager for skills, go to the living room and sit for a while. After a short rest, I will guide you a little bit. Although I can't make you become like me, it won't make you still like this."

"I..." The great warrior looked at the tyrant, he didn't expect all this to be so easy. Is the admission of the so-called "Kingdom" so simple?

"...You want to ask why it's so simple?" However, the tyrant seemed to have already seen through the views of the great warrior. She narrowed her eyes slightly, making the other party tremble, feeling not very good.

"It's just because in my opinion, the so-called blood talent is not something that really needs to be taken care of. You may have heard of my blood, and you are also envious of me, envious of my talent and ability, envious of me. My lineage..."

"But in my opinion, what makes you a horse girl is not how noble your blood is, or how enviable some parts of you are-but when you are a horse girl, your mentality, your thoughts, and Your awareness, and your subsequent efforts."

"I don't need the existence of my subordinates, and I don't need the heights my subordinates must achieve—I will always only believe in my vision, and when my brain determines it, that's it."

There is no need for blood, let alone talent, the tyrant's request seems so random, he just believes in his own vision, it is just so simple that it seems to be extremely recognized.

Such a simple and casual request is like opening the gate of the castle to thieves. One can't help but wonder if such a recruitment standard will bring trouble to herself.

However, the tyrant seemed to see through the great warrior's thinking again: "Yes, in your opinion, this requirement is very low, pitifully low, extremely low, and low enough that it doesn't seem that my identity should be used."

"But it's also because of this standard that I was able to bring them back—you have to know that those girls were not as good as you. Just an ordinary horse girl."

"If the requirements were raised, they would not appear in front of you, so from the beginning, I was not the kind of person who believed in blood and talent. I only believed in my vision and your eyes."

For the horse racing world, pedigree and talent are everything. After all, where does a horse girl get so many peak moments?Having a strong pedigree and talent means the potential for development, which means that they can get better results, go to better venues, and meet better trainers.

But the tyrant, she and her ideas are standard deviant, it can be said that it runs counter to the common sense of the entire horse racing world.

"...Understood." The great warrior nodded slightly after being silent about the tyrant's words for a while. As for whether he really understood it, he didn't know.

"...Then." The tyrant turned her head, this time, she looked at the silent Suzuka who was also sitting on pins and needles next to the great warrior...

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Relying on vision rather than birth, relying only on trust rather than ability, this choice can be said to have a very huge difference, even an essential difference, compared with the so-called Teresan College, which is the largest in neon.

Because Silent Suzuka knows that Treyson College’s admissions standards are not just for any horse girl to enter. Some horse girls with less talent, or those who can’t see the characteristics are all admitted. not coming.

At the same time, it is also very difficult for local racehorse girls to compete in the central competition area. According to the rules of the Jockey Association, local horse race girls must go to the central competition area to compete.

There is no doubt that the horse racing world has developed to the present, although it is not a big problem, most people and horse racing girls think there is no problem in it, but you have to admit that there are various rules and regulations , framed the development possibilities of many horse racing girls.

Silent Suzuka is very aware of these things, but she was one of those people who didn't care about these things in the past. After all, she is a horse racing girl in the central district, and she is a very powerful and famous intention. These rules and regulations can't stop her at all , these things have nothing to do with her past.

But now, looking at the tyrant in front of him, Silent Suzuka realized that the existence of the opponent is the refutation of these rules, a person who has abandoned the ideas he should have, an existence that looks from the height to the lowest.

"So, what's your question?" Seeing that the great warrior left the study room with still limp steps, the tyrant asked Silent Suzuka again.

"If you want to come and see me, you have already seen me. I am here. For a child like you, I welcome you almost at all times."

"If you want to join the army, then show me your thoughts, your thoughts and your dreams, even if it is so funny that others will laugh, but here, in front of me, I will not belittle it."

"If you're looking for strength, then go outside with that great warrior and wait. After I've dealt with the matter, I'll come and guide you a little bit."

After finishing speaking, the tyrant picked up his steaming coffee cup again, as if he didn't intend to talk any more nonsense, and just waited for Silent Suzuka to make his own choice.

Silent Suzuka gritted her teeth, and finally she managed to raise her head and looked at the tyrant in front of her.

The morning sun shone in from the glass window behind the king, but the black Iron Throne blocked the warm sunlight completely. The tyrant sitting in the shadow seemed so out of tune with the sunny scene around him, just like a tyrant The existence abandoned by the world, the aura called loneliness surrounds her layer by layer, almost like a part of her body.

Even the statues of the Three Goddesses in the courtyard were collectively facing the tyrant at this time, as if the place where she was, even the gods could not watch.

Slightly frowning, as if thinking about something, the coffee cup is steaming slightly, but the person holding it just pecked lightly, instead of taking advantage of the right time to enjoy it.

And for such a tyrant, her eyes are still extremely clear, and the red eyes should be supported by her own aura like a demon king, but at this moment, they are like shining points in the darkness, shining calmly and steadily.

She deeply knows who she is, and even more what she is doing. Her road ahead seems to be as dark as her current position, but she will never stop because of this, because in her eyes, the road leading to the future The way is so clear...

For the first time, Silent Suzuka didn't see the sense of oppression on the tyrant. After mustering up her courage for the first time, she realized that the one sitting there was not a demon king who would crush her and her companions.

That is, the existence sitting on the lonely throne and being blown by the cold wind is not a mighty king, nor is it a noble blood, it is just, just the horse girl herself.

The fear seemed to have completely dissipated, Silent Suzuka was dazed for several seconds before recovering from the perfect scene in front of him, then took a deep breath, and said to Tyrant: "Miss Tyrant, I want to Yes, understand the Theory of the Lonely Throne! I also hope that I can get your guidance—please.”

"Huh?" The tyrant slowly put down the coffee cup in his hand, with a slight look of doubt in his eyes.

Because there is no fear in Silent Suzuka's tone, but it is well known that those who can ignore the tyrant's aura, except for the two fantasy species of Adam and Miracle, no other template can ignore the tyrant's terrible aura.

So the tyrant is very curious, what is it that made Silent Suzuka let go of his fear?

But on the bright side, the tyrant still only frowned slightly, as if he didn't care too much about this kind of thing: "The theory of the Lonely Throne... is interesting, where did you know about it?"

There is no denying it. It is better to say that no matter what the tyrant's position is now, it is impossible for the tyrant not to recognize this theory, because this template itself is the biggest supporter and creator of this theory.

"...For this, please forgive me for keeping it a secret." Silent Suzuka could feel the pair of glasses in her pocket, but she was not going to say the name Lord Wurong.

This opportunity, as well as the words of Lord Wurong... Silent Suzuka felt inexplicably that Lord Wurong didn't want the tyrant to know this, so she wouldn't say it. , also negligible returns.

"...It's okay, there are not many who know." The tyrant didn't continue to ask, and she also expressed that not many people know about this theory, so there are not many who can tell Silent Suzuka, and they can be traced out.

"The theory of the Lonely Throne, you should know it? That's just my summary - I have no official events, no competitions, and no trophies and medals for myself in my life."

"But in private, I have defeated many powerful horse race girls. Some of them are considered to be world stars in the future, some are champion seed players in major competitions, and some are even my family members..."

"Crushing other people's dreams will not be a perfect ending. Even if I never took away their trophies, their eyes and actions have already told me the answer."

"The strong may indeed enjoy privileges, but I'm afraid these privileges are not only the price on the surface. When you get those, you will also lose some..."

"The lonely throne is the conclusion of standing on a high place. When you become that one-in-a-million person, do those people around you really look at you with the same eyes as before?"

………………

While Silent Suzuka understood the theory of the Lonely Throne, the great warrior finally crawled to the side of the sofa in the hall as if he had polio and leg cramps at the same time.

"Huh..." the big warrior gasped, the aura of the tyrant was too exciting for her, a racehorse girl who hadn't even won a debut race, it was really the kind that scared her to the point of losing her soul .

Although the great warrior really mustered up his courage, facing the tyrant still made her feel unavoidably uncomfortable, as if she was carrying a huge weight on her back, and she couldn't breathe at all.

"Hey, it's not bad for persisting for so long." On the sofa, the white knight had already been waiting for a long time, and the moment the big warrior came over, he directly handed over a cup of warm tea.

"Come and try, Tianchao Longjing tea, drinking it can dispel impetuosity and calm your mind -- it's a little reward for you, you dare to face the tyrant so easily, and you can persist for so long before you come out. "