Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

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Zhongshan Celebration ignored Poetry and Wine's reaction and casually tossed a coin to them.

Poetry and wine were caught in the hand, the coin still warm from the other person's palm.

"A request."

Zhongshan Qingdian raised her index finger and waved it in front of her lips, her purple eyes looking at Poetry and Wine with a hint of amusement.

"Whatever it is, the winner can make a request to the loser that they absolutely cannot refuse."

"Even if it's just to run the Arima Kinen in a swimsuit, or to give up lollipops... I'll take any request."

"How about it? Dare to take him? He's a transfer student."

Poetry and wine hold that coin.

She looked at the brown-haired girl in front of her, who, despite her dejected appearance, was full of spirit.

'Trexon is full of lunatics.'

Poetry and wine frowned.

"it is good."

She put the coins into her pocket.

"I'll take this bet."

The black-haired girl's eyes held a hint of helplessness, but mostly coldness.

"I will win at the Arc de Triomphe."

"Ha! This is really interesting."

Zhongshan burst into laughter during the celebration.

"Then it's settled, the contract is established."

She waved her hand, turned and walked towards the door, her back still showing a carefree and swaying manner.

"Let's go, let's go back to sleep."

"I should be able to have a good dream tonight."

With the Zhongshan celebration over, Room 404 returned to its usual quiet.

Manchester Tea House looked at the entrance, then at Poetry and Wine, and finally at Sunday Serenity beside them.

"I'd rather go back to Suzuko's activity room and have some coffee than attend the current storytelling sessions."

"Manchester tea room," he said softly.

"Ah, what an interesting gambler."

The tranquility of Sunday gradually faded, leaving only a faint sigh.

Hopefully, she'll reveal that one and only card she has up her sleeve.

Poetry and Wine touched the coins in his pocket.

Lifar, standing behind him, peeked out and looked at the coin with a puzzled expression on his face.

"gone."

Poetry and Wine stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"Goodbye."

"Ah."

Manchester Tea House nodded and stood up, holding his empty cup.

The two horse girls left the room together.

When I got back to my room, the hallway was already quiet.

Poetry and Wine closed the door, not turning on the main light, but only turning on a dim yellow bedside lamp.

She took off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair, then took out the coin she had received at the Zhongshan celebration from her pocket and placed it on the table.

There's been a lot of information tonight.

Ghost Stories Convention, Sunday Serenity, Arc de Triomphe...

and also--

She turned her head and looked at the wet figure standing by the window.

Lifar.

This was the first time she had learned the name of the ghost that had been following her.

A famous European horse, whose soul crossed the ocean to the Far East.

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Dark Meteor: Chapter 216 Something Strange

Poetry and Wine walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed her face. The cool water flowing over her skin cleared her mind somewhat.

"Lifar".

She dried her face and looked at the blurry figure reflected in the mirror before asking a question.

Do you need me... to go to Europe?

The air behind me rippled slightly.

Lifar walked over from the window and stopped behind Poetry and Wine.

She nodded silently. Her face, which remained indistinct, showed no expression, but her movements carried an almost pleading tone.

Poetry and wine gaze upon her from the mirror.

"why?"

Lifar lowered his head, extended his pale fingers, and slowly gestured in the air.

Her movements were slow, as if she was trying to remember something.

Now all she can think of are fragmented images.

She first gestured the shape of "water"—waves and undulations, then the shape of "falling"—palms turned down, followed by "darkness"—hands covering the eyes.

Poetry and Wine frowned and watched in silence, trying to understand the meaning behind these actions.

"You fell into the water?"

Lifar nodded.

She continued gesturing.

First, she pointed to herself, then made a "push" motion—pushing something away—before showing her falling into the water.

"You fell into the water while trying to save someone?"

Lifar was stunned.

She looked up, her blurry face showing surprise and confusion.

It seems that even she herself doesn't remember this detail.

But the moment Poetry and Wine uttered those words, Rifar trembled violently.

Something deep within her fragmented memory was touched.

"and then?"

After a moment's hesitation, Poetry and Wine immediately pressed for an answer.

What happened after you fell into the water?

Lifar's movements became even slower.

She lowered her head, gesturing wildly with her hands in the air, as if trying to grasp something but unable to grasp anything.

Falling into the water.

sink.

dark.

Then--

Her hand suddenly stopped.

Lifar looked up and pointed at the light bulb, roughly meaning that many rays of light were falling from the sky.

Then, she tried to depict a figure with long hair, pointing to a fountain pen in the poetry and wine room.

"Her hair is blue?"

Lifar nodded, indicating that the poem and wine analogy was correct.

"Did someone save you?"

This time, Rifar nodded hesitantly, then shook his head.

Her movements were uncertain; she wasn't sure if it counted as a "rescue."

"Did that person... say something?"

Lifar stopped what he was doing.

She remained silent for a long time, her blurred face revealing a deep sense of bewilderment.

Then, she stretched out her finger and slowly wrote a few words in the air.

The handwriting was crooked and messy, as if it had been written by someone who hadn't used writing in a long time.

But poetry and wine still made the connection.

“借，因子，儿”.

Poetry and wine's pupils contracted slightly.

"Borrow your factor?"

Lifar nodded and continued writing, her handwriting growing increasingly shaky.

"Gao Duofeng, Arabian."

At this point, Rifar's hand stopped completely.

Her body began to become transparent, and she really couldn't remember any more.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Poetry and Wine pressed her for an answer.

"And then? What happened after you borrowed the factor? What happened to your body?"

Lifar suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, a look of pain appeared on his blurred face.

She shook her head frantically, clutching it with both hands, trying to dig something out of her blank memory.

But there was nothing there.

"Falling into the water. Darkness. Golden light," the voice said.

"Borrow your genes for the offspring you advocate."

"Just as the blood of the vampires were first embraced as blood relatives, so too is your blood that left behind and created them."

Then--

Blank.

The next moment she became conscious, she was already floating next to the black-haired girl.

She didn't know where her body was, whether she was alive or dead, or what the sea-blue goddess named "Goldof Arabia" had done to her.

Rifar slowly squatted down, hugging his knees, his entire spirit body trembling slightly.

Her demeanor didn't resemble that of a once-famous horse consort who dominated Europe, but rather that of a child lost in a strange city, unable to find her way home.

Poetry and Wine looked at her in silence for a long time.