Section 47: Transformation

That's right, the man who led the horse to the top of the mountain from afar was none other than Ashrufat. And just as Io had predicted, Ashrufat was leading a pure white steed.

Lyle had already found out all the circumstances, and Io was completely sure that the horse that Aerufar was holding in his hand was the same one he had bought from Dix—a horse that could never be healed, and now he had been brought in by Eshurufat for the race. There's got to be some of them!

The priests' attention was still on the other horses, and they had not yet had time to pay attention to Ashruphat in the distance. So Io didn't say anything, but lowered his hat—he had expected to stay in the sun for a long time, so he wore a wide-brimmed hat to shade the sun. There were a lot of people and horses around, and Ashrufat shouldn't find himself.

Ashrufat didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. He patiently lined up at the back of the registration line in a first-come, first-served order.

The priests turned their attention away from a horse. Although the horse had just let out a neighing and sneezed a few times, the priests had been watching it carefully for a while. Io realizes that one of them has turned his attention to the white horse of Ashrufat.

"It's over......" Io chuckled inwardly. He waited for the priests to send him a code.

However, Ashrufat's mount was clearly well disguised, and the priest stared at the horse for about ten seconds without any reaction.

How...... Is it this one who is shallow in magic, so he can't see it?, Io thought to himself. After a short time, all the High Priests turned their attention to the white horse of Ashrufat. But they looked closely at the horse, but none of them said anything. After a short while, someone was already turning their attention to the next horse.

How...... Something doesn't seem right.

At this time, Ashrufat had already lined up in front of the clerk in charge of registration.

"My name is Ashrufat, and my mount is 'Swift'. Ashrufat said to the clerk. The clerk quickly found Ashrufat's name from the registration directory and recorded it.

"Hey, isn't that horse 'swift'?" suddenly shouted one of the people around. "Dicks' horse!"

This sentence caused a sensation all of a sudden, and many people crowded over to see it. You know, the matter of Dix is quite famous. Everyone knows what happened in last year's horse races. Dix, who was originally a seeded player, accidentally caused a BMW worth 20,000 gold to become a scrap horse—the kind of story that was originally the kind of street rumors that were popular. And this year, everyone knows about Dix. Unable to find a good horse, the hapless Dix gave up on his plans to race this year. Not only that, but the hapless aristocrat didn't even plan to come as a spectator because of his frustration - he went on a long trip a few days before the game.

"That's right! it's Dix's horse! Look at the brand!" a few well-informed idlers found the brand on the horse's hip.

"Wait, I heard some time ago that Dicks sold his horse for a bargain!"

"Sold, but it's coming to the competition now!"

"It's really weird......"

The voices around him came and went, and even the secretary in charge of registration began to be curious. He stood up and stared at Aerufat's mount for a moment.

"Mr. Aethrufat, is this a horse of Sir Dicks......"

"That's right. Ashruphat admitted. "I bought it from him. He replied. "It's my property now, I'm pretty sure about that. I can even provide a purchase order...... Do you want to confirm this?"

"Of course not...... But the horse is healed?" the secretary was clearly aware of the matter. "It's not that ...... Is this horse wounded and completely crippled?"

"Oh, that's my business on that. Ashrufat replied. "As for whether I was injured or not, it shouldn't affect my participation. There's no rule that injured horses can't race, right?"

Of course, there is no provision for this – there is no such provision for any horse race – because it is completely redundant.

That being said, the audience didn't really think the horse was crippled. Riding a crippled horse for a cross-country race, do you want to be a clown to entertain the public? A few people who are familiar with horses begin to observe the subtle movements of the horses.

"Lyle!" Io called Lyle aside. "You said that...... That horse is completely crippled?!"

"Big Brother Io. Lyle was also very puzzled at this time. He had been carefully observing the steed named "Swift" just now, but even in the harsh way of picking bones in eggs, he could find no evidence that the horse did not resemble a living creature. "If the horse wasn't crippled, would that Dix guy be willing to sell it?"

Io cursed softly. Indeed, if this horse could still be raced, Dix would not have sold it for even 20,000 gold coins. There's no way a showy guy like Dicks would do such a thing. There must be something else hidden in this matter, and it is not as simple as it seems.

He took off his hat and walked towards Ashrufat.

"Hi Eshurufat, dear cousin-in-law. He greeted with a smile on his face. "Are you coming?"

He said loudly. In this case, Ashrufat could only reluctantly respond.

"What a beautiful horse. Io approached in a very relaxed and natural manner, and touched the horse's neck with his hand. He ostensibly touched it, but after touching it twice, he put his palm on the horse's neck. From here, he clearly felt the biological heat of the horse, and the blood vessels surging under the skin.

Damn, this horse is indeed a live horse! No matter what kind of undead horse it is, it is absolutely impossible for it to have regular pulsations in its blood vessels. The priests were not mistaken.

However, there is absolutely no way that this horse will be cured! Io is well aware of Dix's character, and if this horse really has any hope of healing and participating in the race in time (even if it is only a possibility), Dix will not let go of tens of thousands of gold coins. However, if Ashrufaat has tens of thousands of gold oli, then he doesn't need to compete at all.

Something must have gone wrong...... Io walked towards his original position, his mind thinking desperately. There must be something special about it, but where exactly?

"Big Brother Io. Lyle suddenly tugged at his sleeve and whispered. "I suddenly thought of a possibility. ”

"What possibility?"

"Brother Io, this horse is indeed alive now, but this is only 'now'!"

"What do you mean......"

"In the morning, all the horses that come to the race have to report in. Lyle said. "In this kind of situation where there are many people and mixed eyes...... There is a good chance that the undead will be seen. Such low-level errors are out of the question. ”

"Yes!" Io snapped into his mind. True, now the horse is alive – and it should be. You must know that there are many people who judge horses here, and they are all careful appreciative of horses. An undead horse is definitely different from a normal horse, and it is easy to be exposed under this kind of gaze.

But after this level, the contestants can take their horses to some secluded corner and wait for the race to begin. Before the start of the race, the riders will gather at the starting line, where one or two referees will take care of the order. At that time, all the riders would undoubtedly be focused on the race, and it would not be possible for the referees to scrutinize each horse one by one. At that time, the undead horse will be difficult to identify.

In addition, the race is played at the bottom of the mountain, while the spectators are at the top of the mountain. While this will give the spectators a clear idea of the race, it will also prevent the spectators from getting a closer look at the horses.

Io thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he looked like it.

As he spoke, most of the registration was completed. Although it is said to be a large horse race, there are only about 100 horses that actually come to the race. Ashrufat was already a late adopter, and there were very few contestants after him. So at this moment, the priests had already carefully identified all the horses that were in place. They were still watching a few horses, but Io knew that such an observation would not lead to anything.

He walked over and approached the leader, the highest-ranking priest. "Your Excellency Priest. He said with some eagerness, "I suddenly thought of a possibility. ”

"What possibility?"

Io made all his conclusions. His logic made sense, and even the priest nodded his head in response.

"But then we will have a hard time finding the horse without attracting attention. Io said.

"It's a lot simpler. The high priest replied. "When a dark magician uses black magic, we can definitely sense it. We just have to stay here and wait. As long as it's not very far away, I'm sure I can feel the dark magic energy. ”

Io took a moment to glance into the distance. Ashrufat, like all the contestants, did not go very far, but lingered on the edge of the registration point. All the contestants are looking at each other and watching what their future opponents are doing.

That's not enough insurance. Io pondered, although he didn't believe that Dix's BMW could be cured in such a short time, but after carefully considering the whole thing from beginning to end, he realized that there was indeed a possibility here, and that was that Dix had been deceived. Eshurufat colluded with the veterinarian to concoct a lie - it is important to note that Dicks loved his BMW, but he had not heard that he was proficient in veterinary knowledge.