On the outskirts of Pritzhaven in the early morning, the morning dew still hangs on the leaves and blades of grass, and the mist lingers in the distant woods. The green grass has already gathered a sea of people, and many people get up early in the morning, just hoping to occupy a good position to see the general content of the stadium.

A gentle slope on the meadow, surrounded by a sporadic fence, and a few guards patrolling, isolating a large clearing. In front of you is the trace of a track, where you can see the race more clearly, and it is the best area to watch the race.

Men in uniform are carrying a frame on the track for inspection, with long ribbons lining the area. Many people spread out simple tables and chairs outside the ribbons, and they were full of things for sale, and the favorite of the vendors was such a festival, and people often spent more easily than ordinary times.

Hermione also came here with a large family, but she didn't expect that there was such a large meadow here, and she hadn't been here yet? In the distance, you can still see patches of formed forests, which should be reserved for hunting, whose private territory?

Glore, who was wearing a yellow bubble dress, was particularly excited today, holding Eliza Yvonne and humming folk songs constantly. Royce and Wappel, who followed behind, were also very happy to see their eccentric daughter.

Hermione was wearing a black coat with a white lace lining, a high-waisted dark gray dress, and a black top hat on her head to give her a sense of seriousness rather than a celebration. It doesn't fit in with Royce's traditional rune dress and Vappel's lilac purple dress. In the back, Aga wore the maid's long black and white dress and carried a basket to follow.

Coming to the outside of the small gentle slope, Royce handed the previous invitation to the guards, verified it, and went to find a good spot with everyone.

Somewhere in the city of Pulitz Harbor, Herminia opened the door of her room with a bath towel draped and saw Sylvia holding her knees on the bed in a daze. She hadn't dressed yet, and with a tear trail in the corner of her eye, she looked at the bed in front of her.

"Now is not the time to be sad, we have to hurry up and prepare."

Herminia didn't care what she was feeling right now, picked her up and walked out.

In the stable next to the racecourse, Julius was stroking a tall maroon horse, with some dark skin around the edges. Te'o also led his mount to prepare for the inspection, and a group of servants next to him were preparing saddles and other items.

"Julius, do you feel itchy/I feel a little itchy on my body, and a little bulge."

"I also feel a little, maybe it's some allergy, hold on."

The wide stables are often led by horses. A handsome young man with brown hair and coffee-eyed eyes approached Julius with a few fans

"Isn't this Julius? Isn't your spirit very good, did you work hard in the Red Theater for too long last night? The people behind laughed when they heard it.

"Duke Crowborough, you're as good as ever!" Te'o looked at the handsome men behind him.

"Win or lose, hopefully you can be a little bit better than last year. Especially Julius, don't live up to my expectations of you. ”

Croborough left with a whimsical expression, winking at Julius as he left. Julius stared at the distant figure and clenched his fists.

"Calm down, Julius, you lost on impulse, he just wanted to provoke you."

"New hatred and old hatred, I will definitely return it."

Seeing Julius' angry expression, Theo didn't know what to say, after all, those things were unbearable for a normal man.

The number of people on the gentle slope gradually increased, and most of them were nobles with gorgeous clothes and outstanding temperament.

It seems that you can't get here without a certain identity. Hermione also saw Grant, who was dressed almost all black as herself, and the Bishop of Canterbury in the Storm Church, with Mayor Crowley talking to the two of them.

Gloll chatted with Celia and Mary, who had come to find her, and they met late, talking nonsense and whimsical things. Aga took care of Eliza Yvonne on the spread out picnic cloth, and the strangeness around them obviously made them a little restrained.

"Hi Glore, I didn't expect you to be here."

Anna and Rick also arrived, and their parents were supposed to be similar to them, and after greeting each other, they left the place, and Anna joined the Glorcidia Marie.

Rick, who was still in place, saw Hermione in front of him and suddenly remembered why he felt that Sylvia was familiar, her aura was the same as that of the lady in front of her, could it be that the girl had something to do with the lady in front of him.

Hermione also noticed Rick staring at her, and asked, "You've been staring at me, is there anything on my face?" ”

Rick also noticed his faux pas, and quickly walked away with a red face and an apology.

"Is there anything to do with it," Rick decided to look around from a distance.

The first round of horse racing has begun, and the crowd on the sidelines is cheering, some of them are here to watch the horses and enjoy the festivities, and some are gambling in the hope that they will be able to turn around this festival.

Celia, Glore, Mary, Anna, and others, along with their younger siblings or friends, also walked to the front to watch and comment on the riders. Hermione was relieved to see Besson naturally standing behind them.

Grant, who was not far away, beckoned to him, and Hermione walked over.

"Is this your special officer? I really can't see the depth. The Bishop of Canterbury, whose eyes revealed a hint of majesty, said.

"Yes, I can assure you, she's on our side." Grant replied, unable to see that the face of the years revealed a sense of serenity and tranquility, which made people unconsciously increase their closeness to her.

"Thank you for your help last time, Mr Canterbury." Hermione bowed to Canterbury.

"You're doing a good job, it's my duty, you're welcome." The Bishop of Canterbury had maintained that dignified expression that made it difficult to read his emotions.

"Eh, is there a new guest?" Mayor Crowley, who was chatting with a bunch of old men next to him, walked back as if he smelled something.

"Hello, I'm Robert Crowley, the mayor of my city."

"Hello, Mayor Crowley, I'm Hermione Evanna, a citizen of the city."

Hermione shook hands with Mayor Crowley and replied humorously.

"Haha, I thought Miss Hermione, your personality would be the same as your restrained beauty, but I didn't expect to be so humorous."

After a few words with Mayor Crowley, who was talking to people and talking nonsense, Hermione looked at the horse race in front of her, and it was Julius' turn.

At the edge of the separated field, Sylvia walked in with an invitation, and now she had to wait for the right time to create a chance.

The horses that were running halfway through the field suddenly fell to the ground, and several people rolled down, panicked horses' hooves did not know if they had stepped on everyone, and the staff next to them hurriedly stepped forward to deal with it.

For this kind of accident, what happens occasionally a few times, everyone is not surprised. The staff rescued the people in time and pulled the horses away, so as not to affect the next wave.

Inside the southern farm, the forest doll sat cross-legged in the rune altar outlined in red blood around it, and Wei Lang and the others were no longer here. Tatiana next to her saw the runes light up and disappeared.

Outside the racetrack, Julius, The'o, and a few unlucky people sat there decadently.

"Te'o, do you feel it, as if something is going to be lost in me."

"I feel this way too, is it because of an internal injury?"

In the crowd, Wei Lang was holding a rag doll, with words in his mouth and red eyes. It's a little strange for the person next to you to see it.

"Dude, what's wrong with you. There's something wrong with your body! How to roll around. ”

A man patted Valeant with his hand, and Valeant's body began to swell instantly, then exploded, flushing like a flood in all directions. The person who patted him was instantly drowned, and the darkness followed to restrain the flush. The people around him fell asleep inexplicably.

Hermione looked at a girl hovering over the edge suspiciously, and the familiar aura made her judge. I quickly chased after it, but because there were a lot of people, it was not easy to walk this way.

When they arrived at the place, they found that the girl had already walked outside, and Hermione jumped over the wooden railing, squeezed through the crowd, and reached out to grab her by the shoulder.

The moment the girl turned her head, the sound of 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' and 'bang' sounded, and Hermione realized that something was wrong and wanted to get out of her hands, but found that she couldn't pull it away. Turning her head was Hermione's ripe and unripe Tatiana.

'It's over' I can't get out of it now, and the imprint left by the primordial witch in my body suddenly came to life and completely suppressed myself.

"Honey, I miss you so much!"

"So the goal is myself!"

Looking at Tatiana, who was full of smiles, the two figures disappeared into the panicked crowd.