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The Chitu rubbed its neck against William's side before reluctantly running to Old Neil who was tens of meters away.

Two days later, while riding with Abigail in the racecourse, he reported to William on Sunday, "SIR, the signaler you gave to the elves was detected, and the location is in the mountains of the Scottish Highlands."

"The Scottish Highlands?"

After thinking about it for half a second, William said, "Don't worry about how the elves come here, just find the portal for me."

"Understood, Sir".

After talking with Sunday, William tapped his heel lightly on Chitu's stomach, and Chitu began to exert strength, chasing after Abigail who was running ahead.

Chitu, whose physical strength and endurance have declined significantly in the past year, caught up with Abigail who was seventeen or eight meters away in only ten seconds.

An angry Abbie yelled that it wasn't fair.

While Old Neil, who was silently watching Chitu and William outside the venue, was excited,

I couldn't help muttering in my heart, "I knew it, I knew it, Mr. Devonhill definitely has a special formula to improve horse racing ability,

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Chitu to regain so much stamina and speed as soon as he returned to the racecourse."

But Neil, who is old and mature, knew it in his heart, and at the same time, he didn't intend to say anything.

Instead, he thought about how to introduce a direct descendant of Chitu, who was only two and a half years old, to William.

If the racecourse can produce another triple crown horse, then while Devonhill Racecourse and Chitu will be recorded in the history of the horse racing industry, his name, Neil Jordan, will also be forever recorded in history.

Thinking of this, Old Neil hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie, and the staff at the racecourse ordered, "Someone get Chitu II out, we have to let the boss know that his investment for so many years has not been in vain."

"Understood, head," an excited voice quickly came from the intercom.

Not long after, William, who was holding Abigail and sitting on the red rabbit, saw a horse that was as red as the red rabbit and without a trace of hair appeared on the track.

Seeing William's gaze in the distance, Abigail followed him, and after only a few glances, she understood and said in William's ear, "It seems that even if Old Neil has the promise of Mrs. Lena and me, he still doesn't agree. rest assured.

As soon as I see you coming, I will show you the most outstanding child of Chitu."

William asked curiously, "This pony has excellent grades?"

"Of course," Abby nodded, "Chitu II was born in March like Chitu, and the competition plan formulated by the racecourse is based on Chitu's races that year.

I just hope to get good luck and at the same time attract the attention of your big boss."

"Beep,,".

William put his finger to his mouth, and at the same time as a loud whistle sounded, the magic of being close to animals was also transmitted to Chitu II's ears along the whistle.

Attracting Xiaoma's attention, the staff at the racecourse were even more excited.

But when he saw the tall red rabbit, the pony hesitated, and only trotted over after William blew his whistle again.

But when Chitu saw his child coming, he didn't look happy at all. Instead, he stepped on the ground non-stop, and made a warning sound in his throat.

"Relax, relax".

Abigail laughed loudly, William hurriedly comforted Chitu, and finally dismounted and grabbed Chitu's horse's head, and the guy calmed down.

Seeing that William got off the horse, Abby was also scared by the red rabbit and jumped off it, and walked away a few steps with experience.

This just gave William the opportunity to cast a healing spell on Chitu.

After getting the benefit, Chitu really calmed down, and stood in place obediently, feeling the transformation of the body by magic.

He is less repulsive about approaching his own children.

"You bastard," scolded Chitu before William walked towards the pony five or six meters away.

Seeing William approaching, the foal, attracted by the closeness to animals, jumped happily on the spot, and when William stretched out his hand to pat its neck,

This pony was just like the red rabbit when it first saw William, allowing him to stroke its mane without any repulsion.

After getting close to the pony for a few minutes, William grabbed the mane and got on the horse. Under the surprised eyes of Abby and the horse farm staff, he rode the pony for a canter without harness.

While running, William began to mobilize the natural magic to nourish the pony's body, but this time it did not allow the pony, whose physical fitness was rapidly improving, to sprint.

Instead, it kept running at a constant speed for about 10 minutes before slowly stopping and handing it over to the anxious old Neil.

And the time was three forty in the afternoon without knowing it.

Deliberately looking at the time, William held Abby's hand, "It's almost four o'clock, have afternoon tea? Or go out hunting with me on horseback, and get some game for dinner."

"No, I don't want to watch those bloody things." Abby shook his head without thinking, but he didn't want to leave William. "How about we go to the outdoor field of the racecourse and watch the polo match?"

William, who had been waiting for a long time, pretended not to know, and frowned, "Isn't the racecourse our private property? How could there be a polo match?"

Seeing William frowning, Abby hurriedly explained, "Oxford University has trials for various sports events every year, and our family is the biggest sponsor of the Faculty of Humanities.

Spending £200 million a year, the Henry Devonhill Scholarship is already the most famous award at Oxford University.

Under such circumstances, the people from the School of Humanities would of course want to take advantage of it, so they proposed to Mrs. Lina to borrow our venue to train the polo team of the school.

And these venues are still empty, even if they are lent to the academy, they will not spend less than [-] pounds in maintenance costs every year.

Spending a little money can enhance our family's reputation in Oxford. Of course, Mrs. Lena will not refuse such a thing. Instead, she sponsors the polo team with £20 a year.

However, it seems that since Mrs. Lena's patronage of the polo team of the Faculty of Humanities, other colleges in Oxford University are thinking of granting you the title of honorary professor,

It's just that these invitations were directly rejected by Mrs. Lina, so they didn't reach you."