Father Mavie

Chapter 519 Black Billy (please subscribe!!!)

Freya's dead husband, named Andris Ndom, was the third son of the Earl of Ndom's family. The two families were well-matched, but for the sake of the title, the Ndom family still let Andris marry Chevalier family.

Freya and Andris have been married for three years, and there has been no emotional turmoil. Andris is also known as an honest person. When he was in Eton College in his early years, he was still the target of bullying by his classmates.
What makes Mavi feel even more strange is that after Freya and Andris got married, their life was very stable until Freya's father died of a lung disease two years ago, after Andris inherited the dukedom.
Within a few months, Andris also contracted a strange disease. The doctor was helpless and could only prescribe laudanum to relieve Andris' pain.

Then one day, Andris' condition suddenly improved. After lying in bed for several months, he decided to go out to bask in the sun. As a result, he accidentally fell into a coma while riding a horse, fell off the horse and broke his neck.

Thinking about it now, Andris' death was probably not that simple.

Ma Wei suspects that Freya killed her husband for the sake of the duke title, but he only suspects that he has obtained these things through inquiring, so the credibility is doubtful, and secondly, there is not enough evidence
As for whether it is possible for Freya to poison the sandwich.
Ma Wei thought it was impossible, at least not now.

Nothing happened between him and Freya. Why did Freya poison him to death in the sandwich?
Furthermore
I haven’t left London yet. If I get poisoned, I can go directly to the church to find Father Wilde, who believes in the goddess of health, to detoxify. I don’t have to be afraid of chronic poisons, and I can also go to the church to detoxify.

After eating the sandwich, Mavi didn't feel any abnormality in her body, and Freya regained her spirits and chatted about raising horses. I have to say that Freya is indeed an expert in raising horses. A lot of things happened that Mavi didn't know about.

"The Chevalier family's racecourse is specially used to train racing horses. The most important thing is bloodlines. Every horse must be a thoroughbred horse. For horse racing, bloodlines are more important than jockeys."

"For some horses with noble bloodlines, we raise them differently. Nicholas, do you know how much it costs to raise a good racehorse every year on average?"

Mavie shook his head.

"600 gold pounds." Freya said firmly.

600 gold pounds?

Ma Wei's eyelids twitched, the price was really beyond his expectation.

You know, the daily salary of Dr. Watson around Holmes is only 11 shillings and 6 pence, and a horse race consumes almost four Watsons a day!
"What do you feed them? It costs so much?"

"Daily grooming, horseshoe consumption, and personnel management all cost money, but the rations cost the most." Freya said: "Thoroughblood horses eat 3 meals of rations and 4 meals of forage every day, and the supply is regular and rationed. The ration was just concentrate, some corn, oats, bran, some carrots, apples, honey, eggs and oatmeal, all added up to about five pounds.”

"In addition to daily food, we also need to regularly feed expensive nutritional supplements according to the state of different horses. Every ten horses are assigned a nutritionist, and every three horses are assigned a caregiver."

"When I say this, I mean the good horses that have achieved results, and some inferior horses that have not achieved results, but they will not enjoy such good treatment."

"Then how will you treat those inferior horses?" Junia asked curiously.

This seemed to be the first time that Junia spoke to herself on her own initiative. Freya was surprised, and then she smiled: "Of course they are sold. Horses that can't run well don't make money, and some even lose money." !"

"What if no one buys it? Will you release it?"

"Release?" Freya was stunned, and nodded under Junia's sincere gaze: "Next time I will consider releasing them."

Release life, of course it is impossible to release life.

There is usually only one fate for poor horses that have no results, no hope, and no sale.

Blindfolded and shot them in the head.

However, this kind of situation rarely happens, because a horse can be used for other things even if it can’t run. Situations that cannot be sold.

but.
Some horses with broken bones and diseases that cannot be cured can only die.

Freya will not sell defective products. For products aimed at high-end users like horse racing, reputation and reputation are the most important. If people are willing to spend a lot of money on you, you must of course provide the corresponding quality. Fool, if you don't pay attention to credibility and word of mouth, people won't come next time.

At 9:[-] in the morning, the Mavics arrived at Richmond Green, which is located in the southwestern suburbs of London. Unlike Hampstead Green, Richmond Green is mostly private land for nobles, and the Chevalier family owns a piece of land here. thousand hectares of forest.

"lady."

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, an old man in a gray linen coat came over and opened the door. Along with the old man, there were many young people in jockey uniforms. They looked at Freya excitedly, their eyes flickering. Awe, or flashes of admiration, looks vary.

Without waiting for Ma Wei to show the manners of a gentleman, Freya jumped out of the car first, glanced at the old man standing in front of her, and said to Ma Wei who got off the car behind: "Nicholas, this is Mr. Archer, the person in charge of the racecourse. , he has been working for the Chevalier family for decades. Archer, this is Mr. Nicholas von Manstein."

The old man named Archer bowed to Ma Wei and asked gracefully, "Ma'am, there is a message from Ascot Racecourse asking who we are going to send today, have you made a decision?"

"Don't ask me, ask Nicholas."

Not only the old man was stunned, but Ma Wei was also stunned for a moment.

"In our horse racing industry, there is a saying that newcomers earn dead masters. It means that some newcomers who don't know anything are often luckier than the masters with vicious eyes."

Under the lace net hat, the corners of Freya's mouth slightly raised, she took Ma Wei's hand, and said affectionately: "I believe that your good luck, Nicholas, will definitely help our jockey win."

"I'm afraid I can't." Ma Wei declined politely, "I, a rookie, don't want to get involved in such an important event."

"Don't have any psychological pressure, Nicholas, the horses in our racecourse are all the best thoroughbred horses, and there is not much difference in strength, so it doesn't matter who you choose to compete." Freya laughed: "You just be How about helping me make a choice?"

"If that's the case then fine."

It is of course a good thing to have a sense of participation. Presumably Freya saw this and let Ma Wei choose the horses and jockeys for the competition. Ma Wei really felt her favor.

When I came to the stables, there were a lot of tall horses with strong bodies and different coat colors in the pens here. These horses used for competitions were stronger than ordinary horses. The muscles of the whole body were full of explosive beauty and snorted , scratching his hooves restlessly, as if he would rush out of the stable and run wildly in the forest at any moment.

There is a wooden sign next to the fence, and the names of the corresponding horses are written on the wooden sign. The bay red horse standing in front of Ma Wei is a thoroughbred horse named "Noble Lady", and the gray zebra next to it is called "Victory Boy".
As Freya said, there is not much difference in the size of these horses, and their teeth are also very good, but it is difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye.

"Nicholas, do you know how to choose a horse?" Freya who walked behind Mavi asked with a smile.

"Well" Ma Wei thought about it and said, "I don't know much about horses, but when I went to the Southern Continent to do business in the early years, I saw people there selling slaves. A slave trader told me that the first thing to choose a good slave is Looking at the physique, thin and small ones are definitely not good, followed by the mouth, the mouth is good to eat more food, have more strength, and at the same time, the mouth can also be used to judge whether there is a disease."

Freya nodded slowly: "And then?"

"If you can't tell who is the best through physique and mouth, there is another way. Eyes, or momentum."

Ma Wei stopped in front of the No. 7 fence. The demon wooden box inside the coat was buzzing and trembling. Inside the fence was a solid black horse with fierce eyes.

Observing the black horse in the fence, Ma Wei glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the side. The name on it is "Black Billy", which means the winner who stands out.

"the horse"

Ma Wei turned his head, and suddenly found that the jockeys following behind were terrified, and they took a step back in unison, as if they saw something terrible.

"This is the most tempered horse in our racecourse, and no one can tame it."

Freya narrowed her eyes, stroked her neck and said:
"Black Billy, my husband fell off his back two years ago."

(End of this chapter)