Freya's dead husband, named Andris Endom, was the third son of the Count Endorm's family, and the two families were considered a good match, but for the sake of the title, the Endôme family still let Andris join the Shevali family.

Freya and Andris have been married for three years, and there has been no emotional turmoil, Andris is also a well-known honest person, in his early years when he was in school at Yinton College, he was still the target of bullying by his classmates....

What makes Mavi feel even more strange is that Freya and Andris lived very smoothly after they got married, until two years ago, Freya's father died of a lung disease, and Andris inherited the dukeship....

Within a few months, Andris also contracted a strange disease, and the doctor was helpless but to prescribe *** tincture to relieve Andris's pain.

[In view of the general environment,

Then one day, Andris's condition suddenly improved, and after lying in bed for several months, he decided to go out to bask in the sun, but he accidentally fell into a coma while riding a horse, and fell off the horse and broke his neck.

Now that I think about it, Andris's death may not be that simple.

Ma Wei suspected that Freya killed her husband for the dukedom, but he only suspected, he had inquired about these things, his credibility was questionable, and secondly, there was not enough evidence....

As for whether it is possible for Freya to poison the sandwich....

Mavi thinks it's impossible, at least not for now.

He was innocent with Freya, nothing had happened, so why did Freya poison him in a sandwich?

And again....

If you are poisoned, you can go directly to the church to find Father Wild, the goddess of health, to detoxify, and you don't have to be afraid of chronic poisons, you can also find the church to detoxify.

After eating the sandwich, Mavi didn't feel anything unusual in his body, Freya also cheered up again and talked about raising horses, I have to say that in terms of horse breeding, Freya is indeed an expert, and said a lot of things that Mavi didn't know.

"The Shevali family's horse farm is dedicated to the training of racehorses, and the most important thing is the pedigree, every horse must be a thoroughbred, for a racehorse, the pedigree is more important than the jockey."

"We breed horses differently for certain horses of noble blood, Nicholas, do you know how much it costs on average to raise a good racehorse per year?"

Mavi shook his head.

"600 gold pounds." Freya said in a firm tone.

600 gold pounds?

Ma Wei's eyelids jumped, this price was really beyond his expectations.

You know, Dr. Watson, who is next to Holmes, is only paid 11 shillings and 6 pence a day, and a racehorse consumes almost four Watson a day!

"What do you feed them?" Is it so expensive?"

"Daily grooming, horseshoe consumption, and personnel management all cost money, but the most expensive thing is rations." Freya said, "Thoroughbreds eat three meals of ration and four meals of forage a day, which is a concentrated diet, which is a diet of corn, oats, bran, carrots, apples, honey, eggs and cereal, all of which weigh almost five pounds."

"In addition to daily food, we also have to regularly feed the horses with expensive nutrients according to their condition, one nutritionist for every ten horses and one caregiver for every three horses..."

"When I say this, I mean good horses that have run results, and some inferior horses that don't run results don't enjoy such good treatment."

"And what are you going to do with those inferior horses?" Yunia asked curiously.

This seemed to be the first time that Yunia took the initiative to talk to herself, Freya was surprised for a moment, and immediately smiled: "Of course they are sold, horses that can't run are not profitable, and some have to lose money!"

"What if no one buys it? Will you release it?"

"Release?" Freya was stunned, and nodded in Yunia's sincere gaze, "I'll take the exam next time."

I'm thinking about releasing them."

Release, of course, is impossible to release.

For inferior horses that don't make a difference, have no hope and can't sell, there is usually only one fate waiting for them.

Blindfold them and shoot them in the head.

However, this rarely happens, because even if a horse can't do it, it can be used for other things, as long as it looks good, it is also very good to buy it home as an ornamental object, and the price is right, and there is almost no situation where it cannot be sold.

But....

Some horses with broken bones and illnesses that are difficult to treat have only one end up in death.

Freya will not sell defective products, to the horse racing for high-end users of the goods, word of mouth, reputation is the most important, people are willing to spend a lot of money on you, of course you have to come up with the corresponding quality, rich people are not fools, you don't talk about reputation, word of mouth, next time people will not come.

At 9:30 a.m., the Mavi and his family arrived at Richmond Greenland, located in the southwestern suburbs of London, which, unlike Hampstein Green, was mostly the private land of the aristocracy, and the Shevali family owned a forest of several thousand hectares here.

"Ma'am."

As soon as the carriage stopped, an old man in a gray linen coat came and opened the door, followed by many young men in jockey uniforms, who looked at Freya excitedly, their eyes flashing with awe or admiration, and their expressions were different.

Without waiting for Mavi to show gentlemanly etiquette, Freya was the first to jump out of the car, her eyes swept over the old man standing in front of her, and said to Mavi, who got out of the car behind: "Nicholas, this is Mr. Archer, the head of the racecourse, who has been working for the Shevali family for decades.... Archer, this is Mr. Nicholas von Manstein."

The old man named Archer bowed to Mavi and asked, "Madam, there is a message from the Ascot Racecourse, asking who we are going to send today.... Have you made your decision?"

"Don't ask me, ask Nicholas."

Not only was the old man stunned, but Ma Wei was also stunned.

"In our horse racing industry, there is a saying that a newcomer earns a master, which means that some newcomers who don't know anything are often luckier than those who have a bad eye."

Under the lace net, the corners of Freya's mouth rose slightly, she took Mavi's hand and said affectionately, "I believe that your good luck Nicholas will definitely help our jockey win."

"I'm afraid I can't..." Ma Wei declined, "Such an important event, I'd better not interfere as a newcomer..."

"Don't have any psychological pressure, Nicholas, the horses in our horse farm are the best thoroughbreds, and there is not much difference in strength, so it is no problem to choose whoever you want to compete." Freya smiled, "You should help me make a choice, okay?"

"If that's the case.... Oh well."

Of course, it is a good thing to be able to participate, and it is presumably that Freya saw this and asked Mavi to select the horses and jockeys for the competition, and Mavi really felt her overture.

Coming to the stable, there are tall horses of different sizes and coats in the fence, these racing horses are stronger than ordinary horses, and their muscles are full of explosive beauty, snorting and digging their hooves restlessly, as if they will rush out of the stable and run wildly in the forest at any moment.

There is a wooden sign hanging next to the fence, and the name of the corresponding horse is written on the wooden card, and the jujube red horse standing in front of Ma Wei is a thoroughbred horse named [Gui Madame], and the gray zebra next to it is called [Victory Boy]....

As Freya said, there is not much difference in the size of these horses, and the teeth are also very good, but if you look at them with the naked eye, it is difficult to tell them.

"Nicholas, do you know how to choose a horse?" Freya, who was walking behind Mavi, asked with a smile.

"Well...," Ma Wei thought about, "I don't know much about horses, but in the early years when I went to the Southern Continent to do business, I saw people there selling slaves. A slave trader told me that the first thing to choose a good slave is his physique, and that a thin one is definitely not good.

The second is the mouth, good teeth can eat more, have more strength, and at the same time, you can also use the teeth to determine whether there is a disease..."

Freya nodded slowly, "And then?"

"If you can't tell who's the best by your physique and your teeth, there's another way.... Looks, or momentum."

Ma Wei stopped in front of the No. 7 fence, the demon spirit wooden box on the inside of his coat buzzed and trembled, and in the fence was a strong horse with pure black eyes and fierce eyes.

Observing the black horse in the fence, Mavi glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the side, the name on it was [Black Billy], which means the winner who stands out.

"This horse..."

Ma Wei turned his head and suddenly noticed that the jockeys who were following behind looked frightened, and took a step back in unison, as if they saw something terrible.

"This is one of the fiercest horses on our farm, and no one can tame it."

Freya narrowed her eyes, stroked her neck and said:

"Black Billy.... My husband fell off his back two years ago."