"Marquis Miluowan, His Highness Prince Henride and Count Medin arrived almost at the same time. There is no way to distinguish the winner by the eyes of us ordinary people." One of the judges said.

"You said it easily, but for such an answer, how do you ask me to report to His Majesty the King?" the palace general asked with a fierce look with his eyes staring.

"Then let's use the old method. Marquis, you should be very clear about which gentleman His Majesty the King is betting on." Another Pingchuan said with a smile.

"Good idea. You are planning to see me being torn apart by a group of people. It depends on the timing to please Your Majesty. This will only cause trouble. So many people have made a lot of money bets on them. If there is conclusive evidence, it would be okay. If you want to use deception, are you planning to see my joke? Or do you see Your Majesty becoming the target of everyone's criticism?" The palace chief said angrily.

Of course, those judges knew how subtle the situation is now, and it was almost at a verge of breaking out. What the court chief is worried about is not an unfair worry or groundless. If this matter is not done well, it may indeed shake His Majesty the King's already shaky position.

Thinking of this, the judges could no longer speak, and no one wanted to be the target of public criticism. Although no one knew what the final bet was, just by looking at the whole box of gold coins, you could imagine the pressure on the palace general manager. Any of these boxes could crush the strongest man to death.

What's more, the commotion outside became louder and louder, and the nobles even started to quarrel. They waved their credentials and insisted that the player they bet on was the champion of the competition.

For a moment, the king's faction and the Elders' House faction disappeared completely, as if all the grudges and grudges were gone for no trace. Instead, they were replaced by two major factions that supported the heirs of Sethborg and the Prince of Delizhi.

Every faction is confident that it is the real winner.

"Isn't it enough to let them play one more game?" said a judge.

"The young heir of Sethburg was injured in the game and it is impossible to play again." The palace manager said disapprovingly.

"How about asking the church and the magic association for help? The eyes of ordinary people cannot distinguish the winners, and perhaps they can ask the gods and the mysterious powers that fill the world for help." Another judge suggested.

"There will definitely be people who question the final verdict. Do you think I have never thought about it like this?" The palace chief denied this method.

The judges racked their brains to think hard.

...

The evening in winter is particularly cold, and the burning sunset cannot bring people any warmth.

Standing on the high platform, Ruibo looked at His Majesty the king wrapped in a thick robe in front of him.

He wasn't even willing to touch the beautifully cast and finely carved champion gold cup placed next to him.

A crystal clear ruby ​​was inlaid on the top of the gold cup, which was originally a collection in the palace treasure house.

Looking at this valuable golden cup, Ruibo wondered how this golden cup could be held together with His Royal Highness, whether it was sawed in half or cashed at a discount.

However, Ruibo immediately thought of the unreasonable princess.

He shook his head, almost certain that this golden cup would eventually become one of the strange collections of that wild girl.

Ruibo actually doesn't really value Golden Cup, but the title of champion made him very excited.

The loud military horn sounded, and the noisy and noisy sounds from the audience suddenly disappeared without a trace.

His Majesty the King walked to the stage and cleared his throat and said slowly: "My most loyal subjects, on this special day, I want to express my gratitude for your loyalty, courage and diligence... This is an unprecedented ceremony, it is me... Duke of Focos and Marquis Miluowan have spent countless efforts to prepare for this ceremony. I express my deep gratitude here... I also want to thank His Highness Prince Henride, the envoy of Delizhi..." Listening to His Majesty the King's speech and those cliches, Rebow felt bored. He was bored and waited for His Majesty to finish his words.

"Here, I will award the highest honor, the title of champion of this horse racing conference to His Highness Prince Henride and Earl Medin, with two champions at the same time, which is unique in history. I am deeply honored to be able to participate in this memorable event as the conferencing of honor." His Majesty the King said, pretending to be excited.

Ruibo and the prince took two steps forward and walked to His Majesty the King. The Supreme Master reached out and picked up the golden cup next to him. Seeing his hard work, Ruibo guessed that the thing must be very heavy.

Just as Ribo wanted to reach out and take the golden cup with His Highness the Prince, he suddenly felt a strange magical fluctuation.

At that moment, an inexplicable sense of crisis surged towards him. This sense of crisis was not the first time that Bart Forest was attacked or besieged by Count Robert, he had felt this sense of crisis. It can be said that this sense of crisis has saved his life several times.

Ruibo focused his attention on the strange magic fluctuations, and his discovery made him creepy.

The powerful and dense power of the fire elves condensed into the golden cup. As His Majesty's trembling hands gently shaking, these fire energy seemed to be swaying violently in the cup. It was these magic fluctuations leaked from the shaking that caused his own idea.

Without even thinking about it, Ribo raised his arm to block His Highness Henride. The Prince Delizhi was definitely a very sensitive person. He felt something was wrong when Ribo made a move.

But the Supreme Majesty did not react so quickly. He was surprised by the unreasonable performance of the young heir of Sethborough.

Ruibo originally planned to let His Majesty the King put the golden cup gently on the ground, but suddenly he felt the power of the fire that was originally condensed in the golden cup rolling violently, as if oil was boiling.

"Let's go down." Ruibo roared, grabbed the golden cup and threw it out. In his busy schedule, he had no time to choose a target, so he had to throw it to the right of the fewer people, only some palace guards.

Hearing Rebe's roar, Prince Henride immediately reacted. He stretched out his hand to pull His Majesty the King to the ground, and pressed the supreme head tightly to the ground.

His Majesty the King had not yet reacted to Henride's unexpected behavior and the roar of the heir of Sethborough. His eyes showed a fearful look. It was obvious that he was worried that the two horse racing champions would join forces to hurt his life. But the loud noise that came immediately completely dispelled his doubts.

The roar was like a thunderbolt from the nine heavens exploded in my ears. The rolling thunder drowned everything. As the thunder sounded, a scorching wave of air suddenly came like a storm.

Almost everyone was stunned by the sudden explosion, and the subsequent waves of air hit the big men who caught them off guard.

The nobles standing closest to the platform were all representatives of the wealthy families in Franck's most powerful and famous. The explosion of air waves rolled them into a pile. Neither the duke nor the marquis could maintain their original grace. The ladies and wives were in a mess, with screams and howlings everywhere. These noble figures were no different from ordinary people when they were frightened.

Ruibo carefully poked his head out, his spine was still sore by the burning air waves, and his chest was even more shocked by the roar.

Suddenly he felt the platform tilt a little.

The tilt became more and more obvious, and even the crunch of metal rubbing could be heard.

"The platform is about to collapse." The roar of His Highness Prince Henride came from Ribo's ears. The prince climbed up at an astonishing speed, picked up His Majesty the King, who had already collapsed with one hand, and ran to the edge of the platform in two steps, flew down.

As soon as His Highness reminded him, Ruibo hurriedly followed His Highness. But when he had just walked to the edge of the platform and had not had time to jump, the platform had collapsed in a bang.

Ruibo stood unsteadily and his body fell down.

In a panic, Ribo still remembered the escape skills that Kelle taught him. He stretched out his right foot and kicked hard on a collapsed stone slab next to him, and floated away to the side.

Amid a burst of exclamations, Ribo fell heavily to the ground. The height of the platform was not enough to make his body lighter, so he fell heavily. However, after Ribo sat up with difficulty and searched all over his body, he was lucky to find that he was not injured.

Compared to him, Prince Henride was not so lucky.

Jumped off the platform, holding a man in his hand, his legs were obviously unable to withstand such a powerful impact, and the bent outward feet obviously proved this. But to Ruibo's surprise, the prince obviously did not care about all this, his expression was solemn and serious, and he could not see any pain.

What surprised Ruibo even more was that His Highness did not sit on the ground like himself, but he still stood upright, majesticly commanding the helpless nobles.

Among the panicked crowd, only Label and Marquis Keane were still able to maintain peace. At the moment when the platform collapsed, the two of them did not flee around like other nobles, but instead ran to the platform.

At that time, His Highness Prince Henride happened to jump off the platform. His Majesty Francis XVI, who was covered with no scars on his body, looked the worst of all. His face turned pale and his lips showed a faint gray. "Guard, bring the water quickly." Rabel ordered sternly.

Only then did the palace guards who were also stunned wake up as if they were dreaming.

After carefully carrying His Majesty the King back to his tent and summoning the clergy and the escort magician, everyone noticed His Highness the Prince of Deli and the little heir of Sethburg.

The clergy hurriedly ran to the two of them, and the injury of His Highness the prince's leg immediately attracted their attention. Compared with Prince Henride, Rebbo's injuries were much lighter, but the two looked exactly the opposite.

Ruibo sat on the ground, covered with a thick layer of dust, and blood was seeping out of his shoulders, back and left leg.

The palace guards carried them both onto the stretcher with all their might. The Deli Princess in the distance rushed towards her. Her face was filled with worry, and Fanny and Listen followed her.

The palace guards did not dare to stop His Royal Highness, but they stopped Fanny and Listen.

"Please let us pass, please." Miss Fanny begged, but the palace guards were not moved.

"Your Highness, please bring us with you." Listen hurriedly asked for help from the Your Highness of the Princess.

The princess, who was originally panicked, suddenly became calm. She glanced at Fanny and Listen, then looked at the little heir of Sethburg on the stretcher in the distance, turned her head and said to the palace guards: "Let them go, I will be responsible for everything."

"This... I can't obey you..." A palace guard stood up and said, but before he finished speaking, he was slapped hard in the face.

"I don't have the ability to protect my monarch, but I will only pretend to behave afterwards, pretending to be a tiger's power. If you were in Deli, my father would have already been cut off from his head." His princess said viciously.

After saying this, the princess waved her hand and said, "Come with me, I see who dares to stop it."

Fanny had a sense of fear and concern, but when Listen pulled her, she couldn't help but follow her.

"You are so majestic." Listen couldn't help but exclaim to the princess, but her expression immediately became depressed, because she had seen Ribo lying on a stretcher.

"I'm fine, just some scratches." Ribo said with a smile.

But the two little girls obviously thought that their lover was just comforting them, so they showed a look of worry and sadness on their faces. The stretcher gradually moved away under the escort of the clergy, and the two girls followed silently.
Chapter completed!