After assigning his tasks, Tsepes left the racecourse, and he was going back to his office to draw up a proclamation.

Sitting behind the desk, after a little thought, a promotion advertorial jumped on the paper.

"Dragon Grand Duke Cup" Horse Racing Notice:

My father, the great Grand Duke of the Dragon, threw himself into the arms of God forever last April.

In memory of my deceased father, I, Vlad III, will hold the Dragon Grand Duke Cup horse race every Easter.

The winner of the tournament will win 2,000 gold coins and a gold trophy with the words 'Grand Duke of the Dragon' printed on it.

2nd to 8th place winners can also receive prizes ranging from 500-50 coins.

If there is a horse that has won the championship of the three worlds, a silver statue of the same size will be cast for it.

Prerequisites: In Wallachia, each Duke and Marquis has three free entry places.

Each count, viscount and baron has two free entries.

Each rider has one free entry slot.

If the number of horses in the lord exceeds the number of free places, a registration fee of 10 gold coins will be charged for each additional horse.

Civilians pay an entry fee of 100 gold coins per horse, and if they can finish in the top eight, the owner of the horse will be awarded the title of knight.

Competition Schedule:

Every year, a week before Easter, the preliminary races begin, and the ten best horses are selected in a racing manner.

The day before Easter, a break day, a large celebration will be held at the racecourse.

On Easter Day, the final of the Dragon Grand Duke Cup Horse Racing Race will be held to compete for the championship of the race.

I hope that Father, can see a wonderful game in heaven. Attribution: Vlad III.

Inserting the quill back into the inkwell, Tsepes examined it from beginning to end, and was very pleased with the notice.

In terms of entry fees, you don't earn much money from the nobility, but some big merchants and workshop owners will definitely fight for the knighthood.

All along, they have cut off their heads, wanting to drill into the aristocratic circle, and they will definitely not give up this rare opportunity.

All the lords may not care about the prize money, but for the honor of the 'Grand Duke of the Dragon' trophy, they will definitely bring their best horses.

The more exciting the game, the greater the potential benefits for Cepes.

The foreign nobles who attended Vladis's engagement ceremony will definitely pay for this wonderful game obediently.

And these were still not all of Tsepesh's plan, he smiled slightly, and pulled the long velvet rope behind him.

"How's the horse acquisition?"

Tsepesh asked Moussad, who had come in, and the operation had already begun a week earlier.

"All the horses in good condition on the market have been bought, and a total of more than 8,000 gold coins have been spent."

Mussad reported on the results of the week, and the quality of horses, which are rarely circulated in the market, can buy thirty or forty horses a week, which is already very good.

"The horses that were bought were released three times the price, and no more than three horses were released at a time.

Those of the best, save them for last, and the amount of the markup cannot be less than five times. ”

When the money notice was issued, merchants and workshop owners, and even some nobles, would certainly go to the trading market in search of high-quality horses.

And they will find that the price of high-quality horses has risen several times overnight.

Supply and demand will make prices rise. Monopoly will bring absolute profiteering.

All the horses that were bought would be sold for several times the purchase price, and Tepes was very sure of that.

Some people have always been pessimistic, and some people have always been lucky.

The latter will become the main force of consumption, whether businessmen or aristocrats, in order to achieve the goal, they will take out money to make an upfront investment.

They will grit their teeth, accept the new price of a good horse, and then fantasize that the horse they pay a high price will surely achieve excellent results.

Of course, whether their ideals are shattered or their dreams come true, the money has already gone into Cepes's account.

After instructing the business plan, Tsepes pushed the notice on the table again.

"Find someone to copy fifty copies, then give them to me to sign and seal, and distribute them everywhere.

Make sure that within a week, the proclamation will spread throughout Wallachia. ”

"Yes, sir."

Moussad did what he was told, and he would not investigate the causes, let alone give his own opinions.

In half an hour, fifty copies of the proclamation were copied, and Tsepes signed them one by one, and then next to his name, the Basarab family coat of arms was affixed.

After a few operations, the professionalization and commercialization of horse racing, which can bring countless wealth, is about to kick off throughout Eastern Europe.

Thinking of the endless stream of gold coins, Cepes was in a good mood and planned to find someone to have a drink with.

As a result, I searched around, and only found two little boys, Vladis and Stefan, who drank with him.

'Alone', drinking a glass of red wine, Cepes has a deeper understanding of the word.

All of a sudden, his interest was greatly reduced, and he had to go to meet the Swiss mercenary early tomorrow morning, so he went back to his room early to rest.

It's so comfortable to bathe in a golden bathtub, a toilet with gold and jewels......

Tsepes was dreaming when a sound of soo pulled him back from his dream.

In a daze, he immediately thought that it was the guy from Mirsa, who was playing with the window again.

However, the next moment, he realized that he didn't know what means the monastic had used to make him lose this good friend.

Reacting, he immediately grabbed the saber at the head of the bed, and his body tensed into a fighting state.

However, the previous sound is gone, and everything is silent again, and the Palazzo Curtea is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Lying on the bed, waiting vigilantly for a few minutes, Tsepes carefully examined the room with his dagger in hand.

As soon as I walked to the window, I saw a pair of green eyes looking into the house through the window.

A black cat from nowhere, standing in the sunset square, looking at Cepes.

In the Middle Ages, seeing a black cat was not a good sign, and people would think of it as the embodiment of a witch.

Even hundreds of years later, some remote Romanian villages believed that black cats would bring bad luck.

Of course, Cepes didn't care about that, and he was ready to open the window and talk to the uninvited guest.

But as soon as the window opened a crack, a small piece of paper sandwiched in it fell silently to the ground.

Obviously, someone deliberately stuffed it in.

It seems that there are indeed guests visiting tonight, but I don't know if it is friend or foe.

Tsepes frowned slightly, bent down to pick up the piece of paper, opened it, and saw that there was only one word written on it: friend.

For a moment, tears were flashing in his eyes.

Although there was only one word, he knew, it must have been written by Mirsa.

Bastard, damn bastard, how dare you play me in the morning.

Sure enough, honest people deceive people, the most deceptive, you guy deceived me and Marzad.

Even if you have a conscience and know that you secretly sent me a message, since you want to act, then I will accompany you to act.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Tsepesh's mind, and the small pieces of paper were clutched in the palm of his hand.