God of Money: Reincarnated as the Weakest SSS Rank-Chapter 64: Heated city. The start of the race.

Besides, there was something even better: during a betting season like this, bookmakers usually release their Rankings to determine the best bettors (the ones who won the most).

That way, they can bring fame to their bookmakers and, should they win, make a lot of money along the way.

Tomorrow was one of those days. The rankings would be made public with a rough number, and then everyone would realize that the Ancient Moon House had failed miserably.

And the top earners in the House of Shadows would surely be some of the leaders, as they were also participating in the betting, to bring more profit to the Betting House.

They would mitigate the pain of losing a horse and gain status against their competitor.

Nothing could be better than that.

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Soon, dawn broke.

Velfast City dawned crowded and festive. This race occurs only a few times yearly because it is a year-round tournament.

And this time it was the semi-finals. For fans of the sport, that was important.

But for many people, the most important thing was the betting seasons that were going on at that time, so the city had more than 500,000 people at this time.

And the vast majority of them were as spectators on either side of the stands where the race would take place.

Normal and important people alike, all gathered by the same passion (or by several mixed passions).

But they were not all in the same place. These bleachers also had VIP rooms, where politicians, nobles, the rich, and the powerful awakened, enjoying the view and waiting for the race.

This spectacle was not seen every day, and people did not talk about the races, but rather about the fact that there were important people from all over the Empire.

The North, being the region of the empire that fought the most with the South, had several nobles and important people. Even from the capital, many people came.

Among these, the horses that attracted the most attention were those of Evergreen, which stood out because they were white and their riders were well known in the area.

Speaking of Evergreen, several people from that family also came.

Miss Evergreen seemed to represent today’s group, even though the most senior was her older brother, a big horse racing fan, who was next to her in the VIP stands.

Looking further to their right was the famous R-Lockward Family, with the Third and Seventh Executioners as representatives. Although no one from the main family branch came, they attracted the most attention, as they were in the center of the VIP Families.

On the other side of the Lockwards were the Priestleys, elegant as always.

Elegance characterizes the Priestleys. Rudeness to the Lockwards and magic to the Evergreens.

Each VIP section occupied by these three families described this saying, whether by the way they sat, the way they acted, or the aura they gave off.

The message they conveyed made them fearsome in their manner.

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However, there were also other VIPs in other areas, some of whom might even rival those Three Castles, for they belonged to other regions of the Empire.

In addition, representatives from each of Velharthe’s Great Houses were present. Virtually all of Velharthe’s high command was present, in some form or another.

The areas where the lower-ranking Houses were located were hardly conspicuous, but they were all united in one place.

Normally, they would not attract attention, but today, they were attracting it. In front of them was Miss Priestley.

No one knew why she would be there, but there she was, attracting the attention of many people.

It was the first time these small houses had caught the attention of people inside the most important VIP stands.

Among those in the Evergreen section, Miss frowned.

"What’s she doing there?"

Her brother smiled, shrugging.

"Who knows? She’s always been strange in her decisions and actions. She just goes about wasting money." He said reproachfully.

"Right, the brother was once after her." She smiled and looked at him. "What was it that made you no longer want to insist?" She asked.

"Sigh." He sighed. "It’s not that I don’t want to. The thing is, I don’t like that personality of hers. She didn’t inherit any of the Priestley elegance. Look at that sword hanging at her waist... sigh. Nothing elegant."

"Hahaha, I feel like big brother tried to conquer the toughest one, too. That girl is special, she has her own personality and has strived for her own dream."

"Well, maybe. The dream of squandering money like an idiot." He said sarcastically.

"Hahaha..."

While they were having a good time on their side, the Priestleys showed their anger, but no one said anything aloud.

Even though they were angry with Rebecca’s acting, no one dared to say anything to the apple of the Clan Leader’s eye.

At the end, they were silent and focused on the race.

Soon, the horses were ready and their riders prepared. As usual, a referee got on a platform and said a few words.

Then...

After a shot that resounded to the four winds, the race started.

Natives, foreigners, and all kinds of people immediately paid attention to the horses’ starts to determine their condition and also to determine whether their bets were accurate.

After starting, many people frowned, others got excited, and some even wanted to disappear from the earth... Everything happened in a few seconds.

And just like that, seconds after the race started, a figure entered through one of the doors of the bleachers where the Industrial District Betting Houses were located.

A large light blue robe covered from his shoulders to his feet, concealing his shoes and reaching firmly down to just a few inches off the ground. A silvery white trim with red floral ornaments adorned the neck section and folded perfectly.

Brown hair reached his shoulder, while a rather large, classic straw hat concealed almost all his features.

He moved nimbly to stand just to one side of Rebecca Priestley, to watch the race.

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