Cao Jiao came to the overseas castle with a lot of money, and these castles that often appear in Hollywood stories in the lighthouse country appeared in front of Cao Jiao's eyes.

However, that Cao Jiao didn't have the heart to appreciate this, he wanted to find the missing e-sports bride for his brother.

The disappearance of this bride simply drove his brother insane.

The local spy was still very careful, there wasn't much industry in the area, there were sheep, there were pastures, there were jockey clubs.

People love to show off their golf in the local area, and they play well in golf.

Many people like to say that they have news, but that Cao Jiao found out through the local detectives that there is a local steakhouse where they can exchange all kinds of news, and some people say that as long as everything happens on these two islands, they can buy news here.

A whirlwind, wrapped in a tiny layer of loess, swirled around them, making it difficult for them to see the shuttle-wielding darts clearly. Ella lifted her leg and slid off the horse. She knelt beside the wolf, wrapping one arm around its back and the other on its chest

Carla had finished cleaning the manure from the stables. She did it unhurried—she liked the rhythm of her daily chores, the wide space under the roof of the barn, and the smell. Now she's walking over to the circular training track to see if there's enough work on the ground, and maybe the students from the first class at five o'clock will come again.

Normally, showers don't fall very hard or bring any wind, but last week there was a sudden anomaly, a strong wind blowing from the treetops, and then a heavy rain that made people can't open their eyes almost swept through the slope. Within a quarter of an hour, the storm had passed. But the road was full of tree branches, high-voltage power lines were broken, and a large plastic roof on the top of the circular runway was torn loose and peeled off. A lake-sized pool had built up at one end of the runway, and Clark had to work overtime after dark to dig a ditch to drain the water away.

The roof has not yet been repaired, so Clark has to weave a net out of rope to keep the horses out of the mud, and Kara uses a sign to block a shorter runway.

At this moment, Clark searched online for where he could buy materials for roofing. But there is a certain shop that clears the tail goods, and the price they can afford, or whether there is anyone who wants to deal with this kind of second-hand goods. He never went to the Sea-Robert Berkeley building materials store in town again, which he had renamed the Sea-Criminals Store, because he owed them a lot of money, and had a fight with them.

Clark didn't just fight with people he owed money to. He seemed friendly with you the last minute - that was also pretending - and the next minute he turned his face. There were places he didn't want to go in now, and he always asked Kara to go because he had quarreled with the people there. A pharmacy is one such place. An old lady was at the front of the line he was standing on—she had gone to pick up something she had forgotten to buy, and when she came back to stand in front of him instead of at the back of the line, he muttered and complained, and the cashier said to him, "She has emphysema." Clark continued, "yes, I'm still sick with everything." Later, the manager also asked him to call out, and he insisted that the manager admit that he was unfair to him. Also, a coffee shop on the side of the highway didn't give him the advertised discount for breakfast, because it was past eleven o'clock, and Clark got into an argument with them, and threw a cup of coffee he had taken to the floor—almost a little bit, the store said, and spilled it on a little doll in the cart. He said that the boy was half a mile away from him, and that he didn't hold the cup because he didn't give it to him. The store said he didn't say he wanted a cup sleeve. He said that this kind of thing didn't need special attention in the first place.

"You're too hot-tempered." Carla said.

"Is it still a manly man if he doesn't have a hot temper?"

She hadn't even mentioned his quarrel with Joey Tucker. Joy Tucker is the town's librarian and fosters her horse with them. It was a very grumpy marre named Liggie, whom Joey Tucker called Liggie Borden when he was amused. Yesterday she had come to ride a horse, and when she was in a bad temper, she complained that the roof of the shed had not been repaired, and that Liki did not look good, and that she had a cold.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with Liki. Clarke, on the other hand, had no easy time for him, wanted to settle down. But it was Joy Tucker who got angry next, and she accused that this place was a garbage dump, and that Liggie deserved to be treated like this after all the money, so Clark said, "Then listen to it." Joey didn't—or didn't—take Liki back right away, as Kara had expected. But Clark, who had always kept the little mare as his pet, was adamant that he didn't want to have anything to do with it anymore. Naturally, Liki was also emotionally hurt. It's always awkward when it's practicing, and when you want to clean its hooves, it kicks and kicks around. Horseshoe must be cleaned every day, otherwise mold will grow inside. Kara had to beware of being bitten by it.

But the thing that made Kara most unhappy was the loss of Flora, a little white goat who was always in the barn and in the fields with a few horses. I haven't seen it for two days. Kara wondered if it had been snatched by a wild dog or a coyote, or maybe it had run into a bear.

She had dreamed of Flora last night and the night before. In the first dream, Flora walked straight to the bed with a red apple in her mouth, and in the second dream, that is, last night, she saw Kara coming and ran away. It appeared to have wounded one of its legs, but it ran away anyway. It led Kara to a barbed wire fence, the kind used on some battlefields, and then it — Flora — slipped underneath it, and its wounded foot and whole body twisted like a white eel and disappeared.

When the horses saw Kara cross the loop, they all crowded to the railing—wet and dirty, though they were covered with New Zealand blankets—so that she could notice them when she came back. She spoke softly to them, sorry for not having anything to eat. She stroked their necks, rubbed their noses, and asked them if they knew anything about Flora.