"Drive! Drive! ”

Leading Fox was still flicking the reins while constantly kicking the Hanover horse with the spurs on the heel of his boots to send it galloping.

The 2.5-kilometre-long track can be easily completed in less than two minutes for a Hannover. And sprinting at full speed like the current one, Fox is confident that it will take a hundred seconds to settle the battle.

At this moment, there was no thought in Fawkes's mind that it was impossible to catch up or surpass. The only thing he had on his mind was how to get back and win the race faster. Then, sit comfortably on Hanover and watch the Moriarty wolf bèi chase after him. Finally, in front of almost all the nobles of Kent, teach this arrogant and impudent boy a good lesson.

Therefore, Fox, who was galloping all the time, did not look behind him.

Because, there is no need for this.

As the minute passed, Fox continued to lead "without suspense".

After about 1.5 kilometres, Hannover is still moving forward as fast and fast as it did at the beginning.

Fox smirked. He almost couldn't help but shout to declare his victory.

But at this moment, a gentle wind suddenly blew from behind Fawkes. Then, before he could react, a strange figure swept past him at an unimaginable speed.

"What's that!"

Fawkes looked sideways, but what he saw was that Moriarty was riding his Cedis, like a dance, elegant, calm, yet unstoppable beyond himself.

"It can't be!"

Faced with such a sight, Fawkes was almost crazy in surprise.

God knows what kind of magic Moriarty used to make his "inferior mare" run faster than even a griffon's eyes would have grown.

And even though Moriarty's speed was unusually fast, his horses looked so easy. The horse's hooves struck the grass silently, and there were hardly even hoof prints.

Could it be that the blades of grass in this meadow outside Windsor Castle are hard enough to support such a large racehorse and his jockey?

For a moment, Fox's anger was mixed.

"Drive! Drive! Drive! ”

In the next second, Fox began to volley the spurs like crazy, while waving the reins in his hand fiercely.

The Hanoverian horse, which had been pierced deep into the abdomen by the sharp horns of iron, immediately neighed in pain, and the speed became even more frenzied.

"Chase! Pursue! Catch up with me! ”

At this moment, Fox was eager to put his two legs on Hanover's body. He could scarcely imagine how he would face the Kent magnates who were waiting in high spirits at the finish line if he were to lose the race.

However, no matter how much Fox forced his mount, no matter how hard the Hanover horse sprinted under the almost abusive control, he could only watch Moriarty's back fade away.

And, what made Fox even more unbearable was that Moriarty never set his sights on his side from beginning to end. It was as if what he had surpassed was not a formidable opponent, but nothing more than an insignificant pitiful, or even just a piece of air.

"Bastard!" Fawkes bit his lip so hard that he was almost bleeding.

At the end, the aristocrats of Kent were still in a state of boiling.

In just over a minute, there was no time to extinguish people's doubts and excitement.

The crowd was full of talk about Moriarty's incredible start. However, after a great shock, the knowledgeable old nobleman had pointed out that Moriarty was using magical magic. …,

However, as to what kind of spell could have caused Sir Ensberg's not-so-not-so-top-notch horse to run at such earth-shattering speed, everyone disagreed. But there is one thing that is universal, and Moriarty's behavior once again deeply shocked everyone present. For the first time, a novel and unique concept of a "noble mage" took root in the upper class of Kent.

Soon, after a "long wait", the anxious people once again saw a speeding rider from the other side of Windsor Castle.

"Who's that?"

"Ensberg or Royanta?"

"Oh my God, why can't I hear the hooves?"

Most of the nobles immediately flocked to the nearby battlement.

Whether it is the noble lord and knight on weekdays, or the beautiful lady and lady, they are all looking forward to the same direction.

"It's Ensberg! It's Sir Ensberg! ”

Finally, the first person to see clearly shouted loudly, and then a deafening shout erupted in the crowd again.

There was no time for the nobles to communicate more, and the Moriati, who was speeding like a wind, had already crossed the final race and returned to the finish line.

A few hundred meters behind him, Fox and his Hanover, who had just arrived, quickly slowed down.

Immediately, everyone rushed down the aisle towards the main entrance of the castle. Everyone wants to meet the latest horse racing champion for the first time.

"Congratulations, Sir Ensberg!"

The first to greet Moriarty was Hamilton. From the beginning to the end, the knight stood on one side, motionless.

"Thanks, Lewis." Moriarty smiled and said to the captain of his guard, then he rolled over and jumped off his horse: "Remember to have Cerdis add a meal in the evening, she deserves it." ”

"Yes, sir. In addition to forage and soybeans, there will also be a glass of vintage wine. Hamilton nodded, and stepped forward to take the reins from Moriarty's hand.

"Congratulations, young man. Although your riding style is quite unique, I don't think that prevents you from being the champion of this race. Congratulations again, Moriarty! ”

Viscount Salk was also smiling, as if Moriarty's victory was his victory. And in the first moment, he directly decided that Moriarty won. This is already quite inclined in a certain way.

"Thank you for your impartial supervision and adjudication." In the face of the old man, Moriarty was polite and not arrogant.

"Congratulations, Sir Ensberg!"

"You and your war horse are perfectly matched!"

"What a thrilling game, Jazz!"

Soon, the nobles also came to the castle gates. Almost in the blink of an eye, Moriarty was surrounded by an excited crowd. At the same time, all kinds of beautiful words are also drowned towards Moriarty like snowflakes.

"Thank you... Thank you..."Moriarty smiled and responded to everyone's congratulations, although it was clear from the look in his eyes that not everyone was telling the truth.

"Behold, Sir Royanta is back!" Suddenly, another nobleman let out a low cry.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the other side.

I saw that in the setting sun that was about to disappear, Fawkes lowered his head and rode the Hanover horse, which was destined to become the talk of the whole Kent, and walked slowly.

No matter how unwilling Fawkes was, no matter how much he gritted his teeth, for the sake of the dignity of the Royanta family, he had no choice but to return here.

"Alas, poor sir..."...,

"It's a pity, Hanover. It's not that you're not good enough, it's just that your opponent is stronger..."

"This Hanover looks like it's going to go to Ensberg..."

In the face of losers, the nobles did not have the bad taste of rubbing salt in their wounds.

Of course, it is inevitable that this horse race will become the most talked-about topic in Kent for some time to come. Luo Yanta will also be ridiculed and ridiculed by many "enemies". But for now, at least, many people still cast a little sympathy in the hearts of this poor young man.

"Sir Engsberg, you have won."

Despite the slow pace, the limited distance was eventually completed.

Fox was also a single man when he came to Moriarty and the overseer, Viscount Salk, and the first thing he said was to generously admit his defeat. It seems that as the first heir of the Royanta family, Fox is still qualified. Even now, he still didn't understand why Moriarty's horse could run so fast.

"Thank you." After completely suppressing the arrogance of the other party, Moriarty did not continue to play his poisonous tongue, but only nodded in praise with a calm expression.

"Well, if there are no objections, then I'm going to announce the results now." Viscount Salk glanced at it with satisfaction, then said loudly.

Of course, at this moment, no one will jump out and hit the horizontal without interest.

Although Moriarty did use magic that was an "unconventional force" in the game, it was still part of his own strength. And on the premise of not harming the opponent, the jockey relies on his own strength to increase his speed, which is naturally regarded as reasonable and legal.

"I hereby declare Sir Ensberg the victorious of this horse race!"

As Viscount Salk spoke, the crowd cheered again.