Vradis, Petro Aron, the envoy of the Prince Regent of Bohemia, and the forces of the Hunyadi family, all came forward.

Count Cailie was unable to stand alone, and his arrogance was immediately suppressed.

However, in the core of the stands, there are two other VIPs, who are leisurely watching the excitement.

Yalisandru Musat Jr., the heir to the Musat family, was more qualified to become the Grand Duke of Moldova than his uncle Petro Aron.

What's more, his mother's second sister, Sophia of Harshani, was already the Queen Mother of Poland fourteen years ago.

Władysław III, King of Poland and Hungary, who died young, was his eldest cousin.

The lord of the Jagiello dynasty, King of Poland and Grand Duke of Lithuania, Kazimierz IV, was his little cousin.

If it weren't for Janos Hunyadi who was in the way, Petro Aron, the illegitimate son, would not have been qualified to compete with him for the position of Grand Duke of Moldova.

Seeing that the Hunyadi family had the upper hand, the nineteen-year-old Alexandru Jr. was not able to calm down.

"Humph! A mongrel that only a despicable person would look up to. ”

This is quite vicious, ostensibly judging the 'sun god', but in fact he is scolding Petro Aron for being a mongrel, and mocking Yanos Hunyati by the way.

Everyone present heard the meaning of his words, and this guy continued with a biased vibrating voice:

"Looking at the body, this is a pale golden Tucker horse, but its ears do not match the characteristics of a Tuck horse.

In my opinion, this mongrel should be the product of an affair between the noble Tucker horse and the Blazer Mustang. ”

The naked insult, Petro Aron's gloomy face could drip water, and many very bad memories poured into his mind.

If Bogdan is a joke of the Musat family, then he is not even a joke, because he does not deserve the surname Musat at all.

Since childhood, he has been better than those brothers surnamed Mussat.

But in the end, because of his background, he can only be treated unfairly.

Taunting, insulting, and even beating are all things that happen all the time.

However, he never spurned fate, but used all kinds of means to climb up desperately and achieve himself at this moment.

The guy who can counterattack fate must have an exceptionally strong will, even if little Arisandru's words are revealing his scars, he can still calm down quickly.

Petro Aaron's face was still gloomy, but he didn't act impulsively, and the coldness in his eyes flashed.

At this time, the last guest of honor, who had been silent, said in a slightly hoarse old voice:

"There's some truth in the analysis, Count Caire, I don't know which horse you're more optimistic about?"

Lloyd Dyer, Duke of Poland, father-in-law of Duke Daan, and an envoy sent by Khazimier IV.

He brought the conversation back to Count Zele.

Count Cheret smiled politely, like a rooster in a battle, and said with his head held high:

"In this game, I am more optimistic about the 'White Lightning', Your Excellency Duke, I wonder if you agree with me?"

"Disagree, neither 'White Lightning' nor 'Sun God' will win the first place, the first place is the Red Dragon's."

Lloyd Dyer, who maintained his tough style, the little kings Laszllo V and Hunyatti were not taken seriously by him.

He even believed that the Hungarian king, after the death of Władysław III, should still be succeeded by a Pole.

The proud Count of Cailie instantly felt like a stalk in his throat, and Lloyd Dyer's words were not at all the same as he had imagined.

He also didn't want to think about how the important ministers of the Jagiello dynasty could be on the same side as the king of the Hamsburg dynasty.

Seeing this guy deflated, Vladis was in a very happy mood, and even followed the example he had just done, pretending to cover his mouth and laugh.

At this time, Cepes returned to the stands, swept his eyes, and smelled a hint of gunpowder from the state of several people.

And for all this, he had already anticipated it, and arranged several people together, just to let them pinch up.

If you are familiar with history, you will naturally be familiar with the contradictions between interest groups.

It's like putting two rams in heat together, and there must be a fierce collision.

Through its own contradictions, it is best to arch the anger of several people, and it is best to let them, on impulse, suppress all their net worth in the racecourse.

Whoever wins, or all losers, there is always a 3% accounting fee, which belongs to the Basarab family horse farm.

With this in mind, as soon as he returned to his seat, Cepes said in a joking tone:

"Grab a bet, don't tell me, you didn't come to Wallachia with any gold coins, hahaha."

"Brother, can I get involved?"

I wanted to fool a few foreigners into making a big bet, but Vladys smirked and got into the trap first.

Glancing at the fool, Tsepeš spat out only two words: "No! ”

If it weren't for the fact that Emily was there, Cepes would definitely have taught Fladys a good lesson.

Vladis shrunk his neck and stopped talking, and Laszlo, who had a very stunned temperament, stood up very cooperatively.

He raised his chin, looked at Count Cherem, and said defiantly:

"I have 20,000 gold coins in my hand, and I keep them in my residence, I'm afraid that someone can only make up a few hundred gold coins if he sells all his clothes."

"You ......"

Count Celex had quite a fortune, but he came to Wallachia just to congratulate him, and it was impossible to carry a large amount of gold coins with him, and he was given to the army by Laszlo at once.

Count Zeleth was speechless for a moment, but Cepes said with a smile:

"If you need funds, you can apply with the horse farm, and the Basarab family has always been willing to give generously.

Of course, to transfer funds, to charge some service fees appropriately, the cost is very small, only 3% of the amount of the call.

The client didn't bring any cash, and as the host, Cepes had to solve everyone's problems, which was part of the plan.

Private lending, whether in the East or the West, has a long history, and only 3% interest is charged, which is absolutely worthy of conscience.

"Your Excellency, I want to call 20,000 gold coins, I don't know if I can."

Count Zelie thought for a moment and decided that he would fight the Hunyadi family to the end.

If someone takes the initiative to apply, the rest of the work will be much easier.

Tsepes rose from his seat, and instead of speaking to Count Zeelis alone, he raised his voice and said aloud to everyone present:

"At the request of Count Cheree, the racecourse will provide all dignitaries with a credit line of 5,000 to 500,000 gold coins, with only 3% interest."

Tsepesh's words are very strategic, not that Lao Tzu wants to lend money to make money, but that some customers have put forward requirements, and they do it for the convenience of everyone.

In this regard, the vast majority of guests can accept it, and even many people are already speculating about how much credit the racecourse will give with their reputation.