Land was an important symbol of wealth in any era, especially in feudal society.

Many of the guests in the stands own a lot of land, and Cepes will use this as a basis to provide them with a line of credit.

For this harvest, he did his homework and set a reasonable upper limit for each nobleman to avoid bad debts.

As for the specific amount of each person, Cepes does not intend to announce it in public, and as an operator, of course, it is necessary to protect the privacy and face of customers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if anyone needs to use a line of credit, they can always come to me and I will send him a horse racing roll."

After talking to the guests about the credit limit, Cepes gracefully sat back in his seat and smiled at the first potential customer, Count Zeel.

"Mr. Special Envoy, are you going to use the credit now?"

Count Cherie looked at Laszlo on the side with his spare eyes, and said categorically:

"Of course you have to use it, so that some nouveau riche will not be arrogant in front of me."

I have to say that this guy is really good at pulling hatred, and even Lady Elizabeth glared at him fiercely.

"Please go to the back van with me and explain in advance that you need to sign some small contracts before you can get a horse racing ticket."

Tsepes pretended not to see anything, and made a gesture of please, the so-called small contract, of course, was an IOU for borrowing.

The two men left one after the other, and Laszlo, who was angry, looked at all the members of the Basarab family with deep contempt.

Fladis was a little embarrassed and could only giggle twice as if nothing had happened.

Behind the stands, a private box, where the contract signed by both parties, was casually put into a drawer by Cepes.

Subsequently, in the hands of the Count of Cheree, there was an extra stack of horse scrolls, with denominations ranging from one hundred to one thousand.

Apart from this guy, there is no one else who has come to Cepes to apply for a line of credit for the time being.

After all, it's the first game, and people are taking a wait-and-see attitude and testing the waters with small bets.

After about 20 minutes, the horse racing tickets were basically redeemed, and the riders in front of the stands also led their horses to the starting point to prepare.

The waiters began to take orders, and although the amount was not large, the guests were quite enthusiastic.

"Viscount Kevin, guess Miss Grace, fifty horse race rolls."

"Marquis of Lightley, bet on the Red Dragon, two hundred horse race tickets."

One message after another was reported by the waiter who received the order, and on the wooden sign corresponding to the horse race, a special person quickly recorded it on it.

Open betting, open records, in order to demonstrate the fairness of the distribution of winnings.

More than 260 spectators, more than 200 people participated, and the total prize pool was close to 20,000 horse racing rolls.

Twelve horses, because there is no specific data to refer to, so the bet amount on each horse is not much different.

At the core of the stands, several guys had been arguing fiercely before, but when it came to real money, they were very cautious in their shots.

Laszlo, the second flute, was the most noisy, and as a result, under the suppression of Lady Elizabeth, he only bet fifty gold coins on the 'sun god'.

On the contrary, it was the Count of Caire, who took out a horse racing roll with a face value of 1,000 denominations very chic and bet it on the white lightning.

"Humph! is better at playing tricks than anyone else, and those who come to the real character will be empty immediately. ”

At the same time, this guy didn't forget to ridicule, and he didn't want to think about where the horse racing tickets in his hand came from.

Laszlo was ashamed and angry, but unfortunately he had no choice but to look at Lady Elisabeth, and finally lowered his head helplessly.

Petro Aron, on the 'Sun God', bets 300 gold coins.

A Ducat, weighing 3.56 grams, is more than two catties for 300 coins, and a small bag is full.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is a big noble, it is already the limit to carry 300 gold coins when going out every day.

The envoy of the Prince of Bohemia, Count Lisopp, had only one hundred and fifty gold coins with him, all of which he had bet on the 'Sun God'.

On the other side, Little Arisandru, to the Red Dragon, bet two hundred horse race tickets.

Lloyd Dyer, also on the Red Dragons, bet on two hundred horse race tickets.

It took more than ten minutes before and after, the guests finished betting, and the first game of the second round kicked off with a gunshot.

A powerful spring bounced the fence gates outward, and the twelve racehorses, under the side movement of the jockey, rushed outwards at high speed.

At first, it was a 200-metre-long straight, which gave the horses plenty of room to accelerate.

All the horses converge towards the inner circle of the track, forming two columns, almost side by side.

As the speed increases, some horses move forward at a constant speed, while others are still accelerating and gradually stand out.

The white lightning, like lightning, left the other horses behind.

By the time the first corner was reached, it had already established a two-position advantage.

"White lightning! I'll just say you're the best! ”

Count Caire, shouted excitedly, and finally said with disdain:

"What kind of garbage 'sun god', it's just weak, some people are just ignorant and have to waste gold coins on it."

Laszlo was frantic, Count Lisope had an indifferent expression, and Petro Aron was unusually calm.

In the 3.2-kilometer race, only a few hundred meters are run, which means nothing at all, and the final sprint is the time to decide the winner.

The race continued, with all the horses running through the first corner into the 600-metre-long straight.

It takes about two minutes to finish the first lap, and in terms of speed, the existing hot-blooded horses are indeed not as fast as the thoroughbreds that were bred later.

White lightning has always maintained the advantage of two positions, but looking at the running rhythm, it obviously gives people a feeling of lack of stamina.

Sure enough, entering the first corner of lap two, White Lightning's lead was gradually eaten away by the horses behind.

A handsome golden figure, under the command of the jockey, overtook the white lightning from the outer path and became the new head horse.

Helios came from behind and looked strong enough to maintain his pace for the rest of the race.

"Hahaha, don't be too proud, lest you cry ugly at the end."

As the situation on the field changed, he switched to Laszlo and taunted Count Caire.

Count Lisope and Petro Aron also smiled happily, and Count Caire's face was a dead man's contrast.

With only the last 400 metres left in the second corner of lap 2 and the race remaining, the horses began to sprint.

Eleven of the twelve horses turned on the acceleration mode, but the white lightning, which started with too much force, did not increase but decreased, and became the last place.

"Miss Grace! Come on! If you win, I'll help you find a tall and handsome stallion! ”

"Snowflake, work hard!"

"Surpass them, Red Dragon!"

The final sprint was the whole game, the most exciting stage, and the nobles in the stands couldn't help but roar loudly.

Helios was fast, but it seemed that the red dragon was faster, and the two horses were chasing me on the straights, doing their best.

There is only a few meters away from the finish line, and the fierce race situation makes people nervously hold their breath.