Chapter 47 Transformation

That's right, the man who led the horse from afar to the top of the mountain was Ashu Rufate. And everything was as expected by Eo, who was led by a pure white horse.

Lyle had already found out all the situation clearly before, and all Io was absolutely sure that the horse that Asu Ruffat held in his hand was the one he bought from Dix ​​- this horse that was absolutely impossible to recover is now brought to the competition by Asu Ruffat. What's the point of this!

The priests' attention was still on several other horses, and they had not yet had time to pay attention to Ashu Rufate in the distance. So Io didn't say anything, but just lowered his hat - he had expected to stay in the sun for a long time, and he had all the hats with wide edges shrouded the sun. There were many people and horses around, and Ashu Rufate should not have found himself.

Ashu Rufate did not seem to find any abnormality. He patiently ranked behind the registration team in the order of coming first and then coming.

The priests' attention moved away from a horse. Although the horse had just made a neigh and sneeze several times, the priests still carefully observed it for a while. Io realized that one of them had shifted his attention to Ashrufate's white horse.

"It's over..." Io laughed in his heart. He waited for the priests to send him a secret code.

However, Ashrufate's mount was obviously very good at disguising skills, and the priest stared at the horse for more than ten seconds without any reaction.

Why... this one has a shallow magic attainment, so can't tell? Io thought in confusion. After a short time, all the high-level priests turned their attention to Ash Rufate's white horse. However, they carefully observed the horse, but no one showed any signs. After a while, someone had already begun to turn their attention to the next horse.

Why... the situation seems to be wrong.

At this time, Ashu Rufate had already lined up in front of the document responsible for registration.

"My name is Ashu Rufate, and my mount is 'Swift'." Ashu Rufate said to the document. The document quickly found the name of Ashu Rufate from the registration directory and recorded it.

"Hey, isn't that horse 's swift'?" someone shouted suddenly among the people around him. "Dix's horse!"

This sentence caused a sensation all of a sudden, and many people squeezed over to see it. You should know that the incident of Dix is ​​quite famous. Everyone knows what happened in the horse racing last year. Dix, who was originally a seed player, was careless for a moment, causing a BMW worth 20,000 gold coins to become a waste horse - this story was originally the type that rumors on the streets and alleys were keen on. Everyone knows about Dix this year. Because they could not find excellent horses, the unlucky Dix gave up their plans to participate this year. Not only that, because of their depressed mood, the unlucky nobleman did not even plan to come as an audience - he went on a long trip a few days before the competition began.

"That's right! It's Dix's horse! Look at this brand!" Several well-informed idle people found the brand on the horse's buttocks.

"Wait, I heard some time ago that Dix sold his horse cheaply!"

"Sold? But it's here to participate now!"

"It's really strange..."

The sounds were heard around him, and even the secretary in charge of the registration began to feel curious. He stood up and stared at Ashu Rufate's mount for a while.

"Mr. Ashu Rufate, is this horse the one from Sir Dix..."

"Yes," Ash Rufate admitted. "I bought it from him." He replied. "It is my property now, and I am very sure about this. I can even provide a purchase order... do you want to confirm this?"

"Of course not...but, this horse is healed?" The secretary obviously knew about this. "Didn't it mean... this horse was injured and completely disabled?"

"Oh, this is my business," Ash Rufate replied. "As for whether the injury or not should not affect my participation. There is no regulation that the injured horse cannot participate, right?"

Of course there is no provision in this regard - no provision in this regard in any horse racing competition - because this is completely redundant.

That being said, the audience did not really think that the horse was disabled. Riding a disabled horse to participate in the off-road competition, are you trying to be a clown to entertain the public? Several people who are familiar with horses began to observe the horse's subtle movements.

"Lyle!" Eo called Lyle aside. "You said...that horse is completely disabled?!"

"Brother Io." Lyle was also very confused at this time. He had been observing the horse named "Swift", but even in the harsh way of picking bones in the egg, he could not find any evidence that the horse was not like a living creature. "If the horse was not disabled, would that guy Dix be willing to sell it?"

Io cursed softly. It is true. If this horse could still participate in the competition, Dix would not sell even 20,000 gold coins. A guy who likes to show off like Dix would not be able to do such a thing. There must be something else about this, not as simple as it seems.

He took off his hat and walked towards Ashu Rufate.

"Hi, Ashu Rufat, my dear cousin." He greeted with a smile. "Come and participate?"

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

"What a beautiful horse." Io walked over in a very relaxed and natural manner and touched the horse's neck with his hand. He touched it on the surface, but in fact, after touching it for two, he put his palm on the horse's neck. From here, he clearly felt the heat of the living beings on the horse's body and the blood vessels surging under the skin.

Damn, this horse is indeed a living horse! Io had to believe it now. No matter what kind of undead horse, it would never have any regular pulsation of blood vessels. The priests were not wrong.

However, this horse is absolutely impossible to heal! Io knew very well that Dix was a person. If this horse really had the hope of healing in time and participating in the competition (even if it was just a possibility), Dix would not let go without tens of thousands of gold coins. However, if Ash Rufat had tens of thousands of gold, he would not need to participate in the competition at all.

Something must have happened... Io walked towards his original position and thought desperately in his mind. There must be something special about it, but where is it?

"Brother Io." Lyle suddenly pulled his sleeve and said softly. "I suddenly thought of a possibility."

“What possibilities?”

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

"you mean……"

"In the morning, all the horses who come to participate must report," said Lyle. "In this case of people and eyes, there is a great possibility that the undead creatures will be seen. Such low-level mistakes are impossible."

"Yes!" Io suddenly got to know. Yes, the horse is still alive now- it should be alive. You should know that there are many people who comment on horses here, and they all carefully appreciate the horse's head and footsteps. A undead horse must be different from a normal horse, and it is easy to be exposed under the focus of this kind of gaze.

But after this level, the contestants can take their horses to a secluded corner and wait quietly for the start of the competition. Before the competition starts, the riders will gather at the starting line, with one or two referees responsible for the order. At that time, all riders will undoubtedly focus on the competition, and the referee will not be able to carefully examine each horse one by one. At that time, the undead horse will be difficult to identify.

In addition, the competition is held at the foot of the mountain, and the audience is on the top of the mountain. Although doing so can make the audience clearly understand the horse racing process, it will also prevent the audience from seeing the details of the horse from close range.

Io thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the more I looked, the more I looked.

While speaking, most of the registration work was completed. Although this was a large horse racing club, only about one hundred horses came to participate in the competition. Ashu Rufate was already a late one, and there were very few contestants who appeared after him. So at this moment, the priests had carefully identified all the horses in place. They were still looking at a few horses, but Io knew that this observation would not have any results.

He walked over and approached the leading, highest-ranking priest. "Dear priest," he said anxiously, "I suddenly thought of a possibility."

“What possibilities?”

Io told his conclusions in full. His logic was very reasonable, and even the priest nodded repeatedly when he heard it.

"But in this way, it may be difficult for us to find the horse without attracting attention," said Io.

"This is much simpler." The high-level priest replied. "When a black magician uses black magic, we can definitely sense it easily. We just need to stay here and wait quietly. As long as the distance is not very far, I can definitely feel the energy of the black magic."

Io took the time to take a look at the distance. Like all the contestants, Eshu Rufate did not go very far, but lingered at the registration point. All the contestants were looking at each other and observing the situation of their future opponents.

This is not safe enough. Io thought, although he did not believe that Dix's BMW could be cured in such a short time, after carefully considering the whole thing from beginning to end, he found that there was indeed a possibility here, that is, Dix was deceived. Ashu Rufat colluded with the veterinarian and fabricated a lie-it is important to know that although Dix loved his BMW very much, he had never heard of him being proficient in veterinary knowledge.
Chapter completed!