The sunset in autumn is always more splendid than in other seasons. The sunset scattered in the western sky like a golden glow looked like a dazzling and incomparably wide curtain, waiting for Apollo to return to the horizon after a hard day's work.

On the thick walls of Windsor Castle, the nobles were either in groups or independent. However, at this time, all eyes were on the castle below. There, the two knights and their mounts were already standing side by side. In front of them was Viscount Salk, who was the tournament overseer.

"Are you ready, two young men?" The viscount looked at the two riders and asked in a loud voice.

"No problem!"

"Yes."

I have to say that Fox, who is also dressed in jockey gear, looks pretty good. A tight black top, snow-white rider's pants with puffed sides, and a fiery red cape. When he appeared in the white "Hanover", which was obviously taller than the average Erathia horse, many young ladies could not help but cheer for him.

In contrast, Moriarty's dress is much more ordinary. He just changed back to the outfit he had worn on the road, but added a black jockey's hat to be on the safe side.

"Who do you think will win? Royanta, or Ensberg? "On the city walls, there are already nobles who have begun to bet on horse races.

"I bet on Sir Royanta, three hundred gold coins." Someone started, and immediately someone made their bet: "It seems that Fawkes is not lying, his horse is really the Hanover of Avili." Looking at the figure, looking at the gait, looking at the hoof prints, I can almost imagine the charming posture of this BMW when it sprints at full strength. ”

"Although he was a little reluctant, it seems that Sir Ensberg did not pick a good opponent for himself. Although Insberg had the upper hand in the first few small rounds, empty language was nowhere near as strong as iron. I also bet on Sir Royanta, five hundred gold coins. ”

"Maybe there will be a miracle?" Some of the aristocratic ladies struggled to retort, and it seemed that Moriarty also had his own supporters.

"Oh, dear Miss Emily, it seems that you are still too soft-hearted. You know, seven points of success or failure in horse racing lie in the horses and three points in the jockey. Since Sir Royanta's mount was indeed Hanover as he claimed, Sir Ensberg had little chance of winning. I think Baron Ensberg might be having a hard time this time. ”

"Maybe that's fine. I bet a hundred gold coins on Sir Ensberg to win. At this moment, a white and delicate ivory fan suddenly stretched out, and then brushed the ground open.

Several aristocratic men and women hurriedly turned their heads to look, and found that this "minority" was Miss Martil.

"I'm willing to follow Miss Martiel, and bet a hundred gold coins."

"I'll bet a hundred, too."

"Yes, Miss Matiel, I will also bet a hundred gold coins."

Immediately, the group of aristocratic teenagers who had been following Matiel's side also joined the game.

Of course, they didn't really want to cheer for Moriarty, and no one was even optimistic that Moriarty would win the race. Truth be told, if it were possible, they would have liked the two below to fight and lose. But it's a pity that since Salk Pearl made a brazen move, then the admirers of the pearl can only follow up together. Moreover, these people are also the same as Matiel, who only bet a hundred gold coins, and even if they lose in the end, they can still afford it.

And with the emergence of such a group of "like-minded people", the few aristocratic ladies who planned to support Moriarty also donated money to participate in the gambling game.

For a time, the walls of Windsor Castle were bustling with activity.

Outside the moat, Viscount Salk was making his final speech. …,

"As is customary, the challengers of the horse race will start on the outer lap. The combatants, on the other hand, enjoy the advantage of the inner circle. The viscount looked at the two of them and announced.

Windsor Castle is a typical circular stone castle with a diameter of about 800 meters, so the distance around the city is about 2.5 kilometers.

This length is barely enough for a racehorse, or it can be said that it is more advantageous for a horse with a strong sprint ability.

"Sir Ensberg, though your horse looks pretty good, too. But it is clear that compared to my Hanover, it is still far behind. It's better to do this, this time I'll give you the inner way, and I'll start with the outer way. Fawkes, who was on horseback, looked at Moriarty with an arrogant expression.

At this point, after seeing his rival's mount, he was almost certain to be victorious. After all, the merits of horses can be greatly reflected in their appearance and demeanor. That's not to say that Moriarty's horses are bad, at least Thaddeus is also a horse with a good pedigree. It's just that when comparing it with the Hanover horse on the side, it is still significantly inferior.

Now, now that he can decide on his victory, Fox wants to embarrass Moriarty to the fullest.

"Oh, no, Sir Royanta. The etiquette of the aristocracy was also part of horse racing, and only the poor nouveau riche would let their stupidity run wild in the race. Moriarty glanced at the other and said with a faint smile.

"You!" Fox could barely resist having another seizure.

"Well, since there are no objections from either of you, the game is about to begin." Seeing that Fawkes was stabbed by Moriarty again, the viscount immediately said loudly: "Take my wave of my hand as an order, go around the castle, and the one who returns here first wins!" Get ready! ”

"Let's go!"

Finally, the viscount waved his left hand down fiercely. And almost at the same moment, Fox also rode his Hanover and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Hannover is one of the best horses in the Pancontinent, and it took less than three seconds to go from standstill to full speed under the hands of a jockey. Its long hoof pitch ensures that it can take longer distances than other horses in every run, while the wide horseshoe makes it so steady and solid.

"Hah, that's fast!"

"Hanover!"

"It's like a white arrow!"

At this moment, all eyes were on Hanover and Fawkes, who had started quickly, and it was a joy and joy to witness a horse race led by Hanover, even for the nobles of Erathia.

But suddenly, someone on the city wall let out a loud cry.

"Oh my God! Sir Ensberg remained where he was! ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"Did he just give up like that?"

Finally, everyone suddenly realized that while Hanover was struggling to start, Moriarty was motionless at the starting line. Immediately, all kinds of different speculations slipped through everyone's mind. And most people think that Moriarty has given up on the game from the start.

However, this may only be because the people on the walls are too far away, and Viscount Salk, who is on the side of the starting line, does not think that Moriarty is motionless.

For, just as the sound of Hanover's horses' hooves roared away like drums, another mysterious and strange chant came from the viscount's ears.

"It's a spell!"

For a moment, the old man suddenly turned to look at Moriarty. I saw that Moriati, who was sitting steadily on his horse, was constantly exchanging various strange gestures with his hands, while reciting mantras calmly, his eyes were as plain as water.

"What the hell is this teenager trying to do?" The Viscount stared at Moriarty's face. …,

Ever since Moriarty proposed horse racing, the Viscount had been thinking about its intentions. Unlike other noble guests, in fact, not long after the Hanover was sent to the stable at Windsor Castle, the old man had already secretly visited it under the notice of the butler. And according to his judgment, Fox's mount is 100 percent of Avelli's Hanoverian breed.

Therefore, in the eyes of the old man, Moriarty's horse racing was undoubtedly a blow to a stone with an egg, and he brought humiliation on himself.

However, due to the neutral status of the host of the banquet, the old man naturally could not give any hint to this young knight who was becoming more and more fond of himself. Moreover, from the family's point of view, if Luo Yanta can restrain the continuous growth of Ensberg in a certain way, it is also in the long-term interests of the Salk family.

But now, Moriarty's actions have proven that his move to challenge Fox is not an irrational manipulation.

Fox kid may be right when he says that the magic rose is just a trick juggling, but don't forget that any good mage apprentice has more than just magic juggling.

In the eagle-like gaze of Viscount Salk, Moriarty completed his magic activation.

About ten seconds after the start in Hanover, a rapid whirlwind suddenly swirled around Moriarty and his mount. At the same time, a dazzling flash of magic flashed on the body of the man and the horse at the same time.

"Wow! What do I see? ”

"What light is that!"

"What the hell did that boy do?"

Immediately, a wave of cries and questions erupted again on the city wall. And at the sound of this shout, as soon as Moriarty lifted the reins of his horse, Cedulis under him sped with an incredible speed of activation, stepping on the earth and the wind, towards the back of Hanover, who had almost turned the corner in the distance.