With a temperate continental climate, spring in March and a rainy season in May, April is the perfect month for large-scale outdoor events.

The sun is shining and the sky is clear, and the Basarab family horse farm is ushering in its first professional race.

In the plan, there will be grass races in the spring and dirt races in the fall, and the lush grass on the track has long been neatly trimmed by the gardeners.

In the stands, all the seats are wrapped in red flannel to disguise the shoddy workmanship of the stands themselves.

Tsepes stood under the stands with a smile on his face and greeted the guests personally.

Almost all the nobles who attended the engagement ceremony yesterday were present, and only a few people left with regret because they were busy with things.

Guests are seated, and the more prestigious the status, the closer the location is to the core area.

Two royal envoys, a princely envoy, two Grand Dukes of Moldova, as well as Lady Elisabeth and Lady Maria, were undoubtedly at the heart of the stands.

When everyone in the stands was seated, as the organizer of the event, Cepes calmly gave a speech.

"Guys, the cream cake is ready, but before I eat, let me say a few words."

Cepes opened with a joke, and even if it wasn't very funny, the nobles cooperated with a rigid laugh.

When the laughter stopped, Cepes spoke again about the rules and rewards of horse racing.

Professional horse racing is very different from the entertaining horse racing that nobles usually play.

So with Tsepes's introduction, many people present were interested in it and wanted to see what it was.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Dragon Grand Duke Cup Jockey Club has officially kicked off, and I hope you can enjoy this time."

Without too much verbosity, Cepes walked up to the stands after speaking, and the staff on the other end began to get busy.

The first group of twelve horses entered under the tutelage of their respective jockeys.

On the saddle of each horse, a white cloth is hung with a black charcoal pen on which the number of the horse is written.

In order to facilitate the recording of results, the jockey's clothes are also prominently printed, and the corresponding family badge is printed.

Obviously, people don't know how to control the weight of a jockey, and out of twelve, ten are strong men.

There are two left, one is actually a big fat man, and his weight is around two hundred pounds.

Only the last person, who was relatively thin and small, looked no more than eighteen years old.

The jockeys led the horses and walked in front of the stands, so that the spectators above could see the characteristics of each horse and judge the merits of each horse.

Most of the male aristocrats present had some research on horses, so they began to judge them.

"I think the number three is the best, you can see its skeleton, it's a little bit bigger than the other horses."

"Horse Six has a beautiful coat color, I like ......"

When the horses were on display, a row of movable stalls was moved to the track more than a dozen meters away.

Then the jockeys led the horses, according to their own numbers, into the corresponding pens, and rode to the horses ready to run.

A guy with leather gloves stood by the stall with an arquebus in his hand.

At the moment, the arquebus, without a trigger and a butt, looks like a big firework.

The gloved guy held up the arquebus diagonally upwards and set it on fire.

Bang! Smoke rises, guns emit flames, and the sound enters everyone's ears.

In an instant, the staff standing on the other side of the stall quickly pulled the long rope in their hands.

Twelve springs, pulled by a long rope, twelve small doors separated by wooden planks, at the same time quickly pop open outwards.

The eager horse immediately rushed out of it, spread its hooves and ran forward.

The starting device and method were all made by Tepes, and the audience was amazed to watch.

"It's a good device that ensures fair horse racing."

"It's an interesting idea to shoot a gun as a signal."

While the audience was expressing their feelings, the four staff members had already moved the device away from the runway and made way for the route.

This is a 3,200-meter race, with one lap of 1,600 meters on the track, and it takes two laps to finish.

Twelve horses, the top two advance, waiting for the next round, the bottom ten all eliminated.

A total of 1,321 horses signed up for the entire event, of which the free places accounted for as much as eighty percent.

There are a total of 263 horses that pay the registration fee, of which 171 belong to the participating nobles, and only ten gold coins are charged for each horse.

The rest are all commoners, and it seems that many people have spent money to seize the opportunity to become nobles.

In total, the registration fee has already recovered all the initial investment, and there are still two or three thousand gold coins left.

In terms of selling horses, the income was nearly 40,000 gold coins, not including the horses that Baron Karl led people to steal.

Tsepes mentally calculated the score, and the first group of matches also came out.

The skinny rider, who took the first place, was not what he expected.

And the second place, actually let the fat man get it, the only reasonable explanation is that his horse is really good.

It's just a preliminary round, it's not exciting, and Cepes has no plans to introduce betting for the time being.

But even so, the novel rules of the race and the fair way of starting still made many nobles devote themselves to it.

"You see, the top three are the same as I predicted, this is the strength!"

"This result was a bit unexpected to me, and it seems that I still need to learn more."

People who knew each other discussed the race, and the two horses that advanced were led to the stands by the riders.

"Advance to the second round, and the horse will have a name, you two, give the horse a name."

Tsepes looked at the two riders below him for the next step.

The diminutive rider quickly swept his gaze over the stands and finally landed on Earl Joe Meek.

Earl Jo Meek, true owner of the horses, said with a smirk of smirk:

"Your Excellency, this horse is called Red Dragon."

The eyes of many spectators fell on Earl Joe Meek with the voice.

attracted the attention of nobles from all over the world, which made this guy smile even more proudly, as if he had won the championship of "Dragon Grand Duke's Cup".

"What about you, fatty? If you can be a rider, you should be the owner of this horse. ”

Ignoring Count Joe Meek, Tsepesch looked directly at the fat man on the field.

This guy, who is about twenty years old, does not have a badge printed on his clothes, and should be a civilian contestant.

The fat man tidied up his clothes a little crampedly, and then knelt down on one knee and said:

"Lord Grand Duke, this horse is mine, can you call him Black Dragon."

Earl Joe Meek's horse was red, and the fat man's horse was black, but this guy saved trouble and directly applied the name of the red dragon.

"No problem, since you have been given the right, the name is yours, black dragon, red dragon, it sounds like a pair, hahaha."

Tsepes agreed with a smile, and Count Joe Meek on the other side instantly turned ugly.

It's as if he's picked up a lump of gold and is complacent.

As a result, a person suddenly jumped out of the side, took out a piece of exactly the same thing, and then told others that it was actually a piece of shit.