"I...I am not the main culprit! I am just helping others. He promised me that as long as I finish this, he would give me a reward so that I can make up for the previous debt..."

When Richard and Lawrence were both stunned when they heard Wien say he was a classmate.

As a talent trained by the Kingdom's First Magic Academy, no matter what kind of industry you are engaged in after graduation, you can be said to have a bright future. How could you take the risk of doing such things?

However, the facts were right in front of us and everyone had to believe them.

Realizing the outcome he was about to face, the prisoner seemed to have finally regained his normal thinking ability, and suddenly became emotional and explained the hidden truth behind it.

"I am Boris from Class C. I was invited by several classmates to play a game called 'poker' with them, so I owe two thousand Gran pounds debt... They also forced them to

I wrote down the IOU."

The man said, almost crying. "But my family's economy is not rich, and I can't make up these two thousand Gran pounds anyway, so I can only find another way..."

Wien's mouth twitched. Could it be that the game "invented" by Chris was targeted by gamblers? It seems that many people have learned to play it now, and they are quite popular in the aristocratic circle.

"That's not the reason you do this!" Lawrence was not convinced by his self-defence.

"If your plan succeeds, are you thinking about making up for the loss of this Jonia player? Of course, you can't make up for it either. You will only enjoy unjust gains with peace of mind and then the next time you are short of money.

Repeat this operation!"

"Two princes, and Wien." In the ordinary audience, a figure flipped over the guardrail and jumped into the arena, landing steadily in front of several people.

It turned out to be Mr. Harold, the chairman of the school.

In the neighboring position where he had just taken seat, his secretary Miss Beatrice stood up with awkward expression, as if he didn't know whether he should have climbed over the wall with him.

"Chairman?" Wien was shocked. "Why don't you go to the high-level stand?"

Although the invitation party will screen the identity and background of the attendees, Harold's qualification is completely enough to pass the test and there is no situation of being excluded.

"Well, I just don't want to deal with too many people..." He vaguely mentioned this topic and turned to His Majesty the King in the high-level stands.

"Your Majesty, and His Highness, the two princes. Since this criminal is one of the students of Qingxi Academy, as the chairman of the school, I should shoulder a certain responsibility. It is better for me to cooperate with Lord Bulvo to investigate first.

Bar."

He said formally: "With my personal reputation assurance, I will take this matter seriously and will never tolerate it!"

Harold's words were a little nicer, and he barely gave the king a step to step down.

"Since that's the case... I'll entrust it to you for the time being."

After this incident, the king was in a state of great pleasure. "Take the prisoner down first."

He supported his hand on the railing, looking like a headache.

With the king's permission, Richard couldn't stop him anymore.

So, under the utmost concern of the victim Jonia, Richard slowly said: "Yes, I believe in your guarantee by Chairman Harold. But there is still a last request! I also want to participate in this matter.

Investigation.”

The parties who were still stalemate just now finally reached an agreement, the problem was temporarily resolved, and the game was able to resume normal progress.

But it is hard to say how many people can still focus on the competition itself.

When Wien returned to the stands, Chris went to the news he had obtained in a very gossip.

However, Wien did not tell her that the conflict between Richard and the king was deepening behind the scenes, but instead made excuses.

In Wien's opinion, the King can be said to be scheming. However, many practices are hard to be considered clever... and there is even a feeling of being irrelevant.

For him, he already has an excellent son like Richard. What if he is more relaxed towards him?

Even though his father and son are in nature, even in order to maintain his reputation as "perfect", it is difficult for Richard to stand opposite him, right? But what he has always done seems to have to make his sons displeased him.

Only satisfied.

What kind of psychology is this?

Judging from the current situation, no matter what the king thinks, Richard obviously does not intend to be at his mercy.

If Wien guessed correctly, the reason why Richard insisted on making things bigger this time was probably to shock the tiger? He needed a tool to show the rift between him and the king.

As for taking this opportunity to get the stupid Ou Doudou Lawrence to his side, it was just his purpose.

How to unite one person?

The best way is to create a common enemy for yourself and the other party.

In this sense, the resentment of these two brothers towards His Majesty the King is the best tool of unity.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's really a clever method."

Wien sighed secretly.

The time schedule is no longer sufficient, and Marseille has entered the project process in a hurry.

In the high-level stands, the major nobles who were invited to support the venue naturally had to donate generously.

Fortunately, before the group set off, Duke Elliott specially added a small vault for both Wien and Chris, and used it as a reimbursement for today's expenses, so Wien's posture of paying money this time was particularly cool.

"Everyone bought the No. 8 horse, the one that was almost drugged just now." He said without thinking.

For charitable purposes, in addition to the winner being able to receive a portion of the prize money, the money in the prize pool will be donated to the welfare homes designated in the capital in proportion. This is to say, it is for spending money.

Therefore, Wien basically has no psychological burden.

The staff was very professional. After registering his betting information, he continued to walk towards the next one.

However, Chris next to him hesitated for a long time.

"Oh, I don't know what those horses look like, which one is stronger... Forget it, I can only fill it around with my eyes closed." She casually wrote a number 7.

Wien smiled without saying a word.

After a while, Chris finally noticed his "malicious" eyes, turned his head and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Keep staring at me."

"nothing."

Wien withdrew his gaze.

He originally wanted to say that if drugging a horse would be a planned and organized premeditated plan, the horse involved would be very strong...
Chapter completed!