"Wow!" Immediately, there was another commotion in the halls of Windsor Castle.

The nobles present today can really be said to be worth the trip.

The Guardwell Morning Star Armor and the Griffon King portraits had been an eye-opener for everyone, and now the eldest son of the Royanta family had suddenly announced that he would give Miss Salk the famous and rare Avelli Hanover Horse on the mainland.

"No matter how you look at this qiē, it looks like a 'shameless fight for wealth'!" Many little nobles scolded in their hearts, and at the same time watched excitedly.

"This—" When he heard that Fawkes was going to give him a Hanoverian horse from the far northern forest, Marty was also a little stunned and at a loss.

The Avili region has been occupied by elves for millennia, making it difficult for outsiders to enter. Later, although Dejia's alliance of evil necromancers relied on force to occupy a large part of Avili's southern lands, the result was to make trade and communication between Avili and Erathia more difficult and dangerous.

Today, caravans that depart from the kingdom to Avili each year either take long detours to avoid the controlled area of Dejia, or spend a lot of money to hire enough armed forces to defend their property and lives. As a result, many of Avli's specialties had become very expensive by the time they arrived in Erathia via the difficult trade routes of Guò, far from being available to the common people.

And the Hanoverian horse mentioned by Fox now is the most important treasure of Avili and highly loved and sought after by the Elasia aristocracy.

Legend has it that the Hanoverian horses are descendants of those magical pegasus horses in the forests of Avili. Although the Hanoverian horse itself did not inherit the beautiful wings of the Pegasus and could not fly freely in the blue sky, the noble pedigree made the Hanoverian horse the most agile and fast-moving land galloping horse in the whole continent. Even Her Majesty the Queen is a big fan of the Hanoverian horse. It's a pity that so far there are only five Hanoverian horses in the stables of the supreme king of the kingdom. And the fact that the Luo Yanta family can have a Hanover shows the strength and heritage of its family.

"I hope the beautiful Miss Martiel will enjoy this little gift." Seeing that the girl was a little stunned, Fawkes continued to speak loudly, but the corner of his eye swept towards Moriarty.

"Hehe, interesting." Moriarty looked at the arrogant young man in front of him and smiled silently.

It's just to please the beautiful girl, or it's a kind of overture from the Royanta family to the Salk family. Fox's seemingly reckless actions are not so simple in the eyes of those who care.

Now, it's up to Moriarty to deal with the situation.

"Sir Royanta, are you referring to the Hanoverian horse of Avelli?" Just as everyone's eyes were once again focused on him, Moriarty asked calmly.

"Yes, a sturdy three-year-old Hanover stallion." Fox replied categorically.

"I've heard that the Hanover horse is a rare BMW and one of the fastest creatures on the continent." Moriarty continued.

"Yes, even the griffons may not be able to catch up." Fawkes couldn't see what Moriarty was trying to say, but his confidence in his mount kept him entertained.

"Yes, that's true." Moriarty nodded, and suddenly, but the words changed: "A real Hanover horse is naturally the perfect combination of strength and beauty. But, Sir Royanta, how do you prove that your horse is real? ”

"This!"

As soon as Moriarty's words came out, the hall boiled again.

Fox had hinted that the Ensbergs were merchandisers, and now Moriarty's counterattack was to suspect that the eldest son of the Rolletta family was a liar. …,

"Sir Ensberg, your words are a great insult to me and to the House of Royanta! As a nobleman, I ask for a duel with you! Immediately, a red-faced Fox shouted, if it weren't for the fact that this was in full view, he might have rushed up and punched Moriarty.

"Calm down, Sir Royanta, I don't mean anything disrespectful." At this, Moriarty still smiled tepidly: "Of course, I am only afraid that Sir Royanta will be deceived by some boring profiteers, and mistake the ordinary country horse for a Hanoverian horse." After all, this famous horse from Avelli is all too rare in the kingdom. ”

"Wow!"

Another ferocious blow.

None of the people present expected that Moriarty's response to Fox's provocation would be so sharp and violent. Just now, he was still accusing the other party of being a liar, and in the blink of an eye, he described Fox as a vulgar country aristocrat who had never seen the market. And this point corresponds to the boast that Fox claimed to have some "knowledge" before.

"What a beautiful eloquence." Many people were secretly applauded by Moriarty's words. If the impromptu poem dedicated to Marty is as glamorous as that magic rose, the sentence now thrown at Fox is like two poisonous snakes, devouring and biting people's hearts.

"You!" For the first time, Fox's face was streaked with sweat in the face of Moriarty's sharp and flawless words, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or because he didn't know how to respond.

"Alright, Sir, relax." Moriarty suddenly turned around and said to the other nobles around him: "Actually, what I said may also be a question in everyone's mind. Well, Sir Royanta, in order to prove that you are a true Avellihanoverian horse for Miss Marti, let us have a little race. If your mount is able to overtake my horse in a race, doesn't that mean I'm wrong? ”

"Horse racing?"

Viscount Salk, who had been standing aside without saying a word, had his eyes lit up, and at the same time, the other nobles also looked at each other.

"Okay, let's have a horse race!" Hearing Moriarty's suggestion, Fawkes didn't want to immediately respond loudly, and at the same time gritted his teeth and said: "If the final result is that you lose, I ask you to apologize to me in public and admit that you are just a clown who can only juggle!" ”

"Okay, no problem." Moriarty shrugged, agreed to his opponent's offer, and then asked, "But what if it was the Jazz and you lost?" ”

"How could I..."Fawkes wanted to laugh at Moriarty's arrogance and ignorance, but thinking that the other party had just agreed to his request, he had to ask, "What do you want?" ”

"Nothing." Moriarty shook his head: "If I win, I want you to give me your mount." It may not be suitable for Miss Marti's ride, but at least I can find her a spacious farmhouse and a kind farmer to do some light farm work. ”

"Huh." Hearing this, someone in the crowd finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Humph!" Fawkes, far from being an opponent of Moriarty's poisonous tongue, immediately snorted, turned to Viscount Salk and said, "Lord Viscount, please allow me to settle our differences with Sir Ensberg in the Guò horse race, and ask that you can become the overseer of this race to ensure its impartiality." ”

"Well, of course." The Viscount looked at Fawkes, who was trying to suppress his anger, and Moriarty, who was on the other side, and nodded helplessly.

At this point, no matter who is right or wrong, no one can stop the race. And the vast majority of onlookers also saw this as a face-to-face confrontation between the long-dormant Royanta family and the Ensberg family. …,

"Well, let's use Windsor Castle as the venue. The two knights, each riding their mounts, set off from the gate, and then circled the castle and hurried back. Whoever comes back first is the winner. Young people, what do you think? As an overseer, the viscount immediately appointed the rules.

"No problem at all!" Fox replied loudly.

"Yes." Moriarty nodded.

"So, let's get started now!"

In order to give the two players time to prepare, the Viscount first led the nobles out of the hall and up to the walls of Windsor Castle. Fawkes and Moriarty, surrounded by their entourage, went to their rooms to prepare.

"Young master, remember what I said on the way here. The wrist holding the reins should be relaxed, the waist should be flexible, and the crotch must follow the rhythm of the horse. ”

In the room, while changing into the jockey's outfit for Moriarty, the Hamilton knight muttered again.

Although he was not sure that Moriarty would be able to win the race, which was a face-saving horse for the Ensberg family, he did his job meticulously as the family's knight.

"Okay, Lewis, I'll remember." Moriarty tightened the button around his neck, turned to Hamilton and smiled, "If that guy really has a Hanover horse and my 'Cydith' is right, what are the odds of winning?" ”

"Half percent." Hamilton thought for a moment and said.

"Haha, I thought you'd say you didn't stand a chance at all." Moriarty laughed.

"That's half a percent of the reason it's based on the possibility of an accident with the Hanover horse, or a bad diet this morning." Hamilton looked at the laughing Moriarty and said with a blank expression.

"Haha, improper diet. I have to say, Hamilton, it's a shame that you don't want to be a bard. Hamilton's unexpected joke made Moriarty laugh again.

"Although I don't know why you mentioned yì for this horse race, young master, as a member of the Ensberg family, I hope you cherish the honor of the family and fight to the end." Finally, when Moriarty was ready, Hamilton said solemnly.

"Yes, I will." At this time, Moriarty restrained his smile, looked at Hamilton with the same solemn expression, and nodded: "Okay, knight, let's go on the expedition!" ”

"Yes, Sir!" Hamilton stroked his breastplate, then put his helmet on and lowered it.