The grand grass carnival is officially opened. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is a rare sunny day with the tail of winter, the sun drives away the cold of winter, and brings vitality and vitality.

The people of the grassland laughed, sang and danced, and their faces were full of excitement and excitement.

The women wore colorful traditional long skirts and gauze clothes, and they were all dressed in beautiful purple and red, like roses blooming with grace, with a bewitching beauty like fire.

The men wore fat robes with no slits at the hem, and they were dressed in atmospheric red, yellow, and dark blue to render the atmosphere of the grassland. He wore a small felt hat on his head, a smooth silk buckle as a belt, cowhide shoes that reached to his knees, and he also wore various ornaments carved with birds, beasts, insects and fish.

In addition, most of them are equipped with leather scabbards at their waists, showing a bit of bravery.

Cynthia wrapped her arms around Rodin and strolled through the illuminated felt bags.

Not far from the tribal camp, beyond the farmland and lush pastures, people gathered on a solid yellow earth.

Two tall yellowing wooden pillars stand on both sides, at a distance of about ten meters, as a door line.

Behind the goal line is a spacious track with visible white marks that stretches for a mile and returns to the starting point after a curved track.

Five sturdy knights stood at the starting line, stroking their beloved mounts, shiny horses.

From time to time, they would exchange their heads with the horses, as if whispering to their families, or gently smoothing their manes and patting the heads of the horses with a fighting spirit.

People crowded on both sides of the track, talking and uncontrollably excited.

Rodin held the petite girl in his arms, rubbed shoulders with the prairie men, and squeezed a way out of the crowd.

Her fair face flushed with excitement, and her dark eyes stared at the knights without blinking.

"Shouldn't the Jockey Club be the finale? Why did it happen on the first day, but it was really exciting!"

Feeling her soft delicate body trembling slightly, Rodin was a little funny, and he couldn't see that the usually quiet girl liked such a hot and exciting game so much.

For more than a month, he would occasionally go on horseback riding in his spare time, relying on his extraordinary physique and body control, and soon he had a trace of the demeanor of an old knight, and he rode well.

The feeling of stepping on the green grass made him a little intoxicated.

Unfortunately, during this time, I have been immersed in penance, or I am instructing the girl to practice meditation.

Cynthia seems to have developed a special dependence on him, and every time she meditates, she must be by his side, otherwise it will be difficult to get into the state.

"With you by my side, I feel very down-to-earth and calm. "Actually, he enjoys it.

But because of this fulfillment and busyness, he didn't care about the registration of the Jockey Club at all, and missed this race, and the girl was quite regretful.

"It's a pity that women can't participate, otherwise I will definitely show you a ranking!"

She said this with confidence and high spirits.

Horseback riding and shepherding are the most important professional skills of a herdsman, and when the girl chose a shepherd, she taught the children every morning and practiced horseback riding with Isha in the afternoon.

This is the same reason that Rodin followed the old man of the swordsmith to learn sword oil.

Cynthia has been transformed by meditation, her mental power has been developed, her mind is flexible and her mind is quick, and she learns everything faster than ordinary people.

Maybe there is also a talent bonus, after a month of training, her horsemanship is much higher than Rodin, not inferior to ordinary prairie men, but there is still a certain gap from the level of the athletes in the Jockey Club.

But he wouldn't be stupid enough to tell the truth, he just scratched her little Joan's nose with great indulgence, looking like he thought it was true.

In the middle of the track, a middle-aged man finished reading the Jockey Club speech, and it was Clin, who had once slashed a giant ghoul with a sword.

"With a quarter of an hour to go, I would like to remind you once again that the lottery hosted by Master Baruch is still open to buy-in, and there are prizes to be studied, and if you can guess the top spot in 3 consecutive rounds, you will receive a huge prize of 1,000 Magneti. Don't miss this opportunity!"

When Rodin heard this, a black line couldn't help but float on his head.

In addition to horseback riding, hunting, wrestling, and chatter, the people of this steppe are quite poor in entertainment on weekdays.

However, no matter where gambling is, there is no shortage of supporters, and sometimes the more simple and pure people are, the more gambling is serious.

For example, the simple and honest grassland people in front of them, they basically participated in this gambling project 80% and enjoyed it. Baruch and Isabella's father and daughter are considered to be wealthy, of course, the stakes are not high, and the entertainment nature is heavier.

Rodin didn't know if there were any such things as chess and playing cards among the nobles, but he had never seen anything like playing cards, long cards, mahjong, or spinning wheels among the commoners of Escape and Elden, except for the dice as a gambling tool.

Just imagine, if he invented these gambling equipment, how many people would be crazy?

Of course, he has never liked gambling because of his own personality, and he is also interested in participating in betting.

After Klin's shouting, more than a dozen people with a long basket of number plates wrapped around their waists could be seen shuttling through the crowd, recording and transcribing something from time to time.

Cynthia turned around suddenly, her jewel-like eyes sparkling, and her long eyelashes looked cute and playful.

She took Rodin's hand and shook it around and pouted and coquettishly, and Rodin disarmed and surrendered.

"Honey, you can buy it if you want. ”

With his permission, the girl smiled happily, greeted the gambling errands, and bought two hundred Marelli vouchers at once. The 1,000 Marelli monthly money promised by Baruch had already been paid in advance, and about half was left after all the expenses on weekdays. So they are not short of money, and in addition, Rodin prides himself on being a good man and does not care much about money, so the rest of Marelli is naturally handed over to Cynthia for safekeeping.

Seeing her look like a cat that had stolen honey, Rodin was quite curious.

"Honey, which horse do you like?"

"I'll tell you quietly, the penultimate brown horse I bought. “

"I don't think it's the smallest, even though it's full of energy. “

The girl smiled mysteriously, "Of the five horses in this round, the one I chose is a mare, and the remaining four are stallions. ”

When Rodin heard this, he felt an inexplicable chill.

"Poor horses, who toiled so hard to run races for mankind, ended up with no children and grandchildren. ”

The girl continued,

"Actually, as I have just seen closely, this mare has round, full, shiny eyes, small, sharp ears and flexible turns, and a head, neck, shoulders, waist, limbs, and hooves, most of which are like good horses. ”

I don't know if the girl is talking nonsense, or if she really learned some soma fur from the shepherd.