Ordinary people, even if they are nobles, will retain more or less curiosity and awe in their hearts about mysterious magic.

However, before he could "ask" more interesting facts about magic from Moriarty, Viscount Salk had already entered the hall under the guidance of the butler.

Without any warning, everyone present immediately stood up and applauded the Viscount's arrival.

"Haha, thank you! You may be seated! The viscount nodded frequently with a smile on his face as the nobles stood up to greet him, and then hurried to his throne and said loudly.

Then, under the arrangement of the butler, the servants began to shuttle between the sides of the long table in the hall like butterflies among flowers.

Steaming and fragrant dishes were carefully placed in front of the guests in a pre-arranged order.

Tender juicy grilled lamb chops, mushroom sauce carefully seasoned with cream and fried onions, rich pan-fried beef, whole chicken cooked to the point of heat, snow-white washed bread, celery and lettuce soup... And, of course, there is the indispensable Salk family specialty, the wines of the Garcia estate. The vision of every guest is occupied by a large number of delicacies.

"Thank you again for visiting Windsor Castle. Here, let's have a toast! As a noble knight, the noble viscount did not seem to like red tape too much, and the banquet began with a silver cup filled with crimson wine.

"Happy birthday to you, Your Excellency!" At this moment, Moriarty, who was standing next to the old man, raised his glass as well, and said loudly.

"Happy Birthday!" Immediately, the other nobles shouted in unison.

"Haha, thank you! Cheers! ”

Almost everyone drank the wine in their hands. Then, they all sat back in their seats and began to enjoy the food in front of them.

Speaking of which, although the aristocratic etiquette of Erathia has a variety of complicated rules and rules, some of which are even quite strange and annoying, the nobles of the kingdom do not reject and oppose the conversation and laughter during the banquet. Perhaps, this habit can be traced back to the first king Griffin. Hart's body. It is rumored that one of the king's hobbies was to eat while talking with his subordinates and nobles about military affairs and government affairs.

So, after the official opening of the banquet, the Grand Ballroom at Windsor Castle was filled with the smell of food and the sound of conversation and laughter.

"Hehe, Marty, are you ready for your foal?" The old man swallowed a large piece of beef in one gulp, drank most of the glass of wine, and then looked at his daughter with a red face.

"Yes, father."

In contrast, Martiel's dining posture is much more noble and elegant. With a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, he gently and silently cut lamb chops about the size of a fingernail from the plate and carefully fed them into the greased red lips.

"However, according to Theodore, my Hanover seems to have suffered some minor wounds, with several stab marks on its abdomen. But God forbid, those were minor injuries. With that, Matiel put down the cutlery in her hand and delicately wiped the corners of her mouth with a white silk scarf.

"I guess this must have been made by Fox's spurs." The Viscount thought for a moment, then turned to Moriarty and smiled, "It seems that in Marseille just now, Sir Royanta has done his best. ”

"Hopefully, he (he) will recover soon." Moriarty put down his glass and looked at the old man.

"Haha, you!"

Moriarty's wishes could be understood both for the recovery of Hanover and for Fawkes, who claimed to be unwell and had left halfway, and Viscount Salk couldn't help but laugh again.

Matiel and Lord Herring on the other side also smiled knowingly.

And when they saw the harmonious and laughing scene of the protagonists of the banquet around the main seat, the other nobles around the long table also looked sideways, and their expressions were different. …,

"Marty, I heard you made a bet on Moriarty?" After laughing for a while, the viscount looked at his beloved daughter and asked.

"Yes." Martír nodded, and at the same time looked at Moriarty with a smile: "Moriarty's victory not only brought me a precious Hanover, but also a bonus of five hundred gold coins. ”

At the time, Matiel's bet was only one hundred gold coins. But because he pressed the right underdog, he instantly obtained a high return of 500%. And the aristocratic teenagers who followed Salk Pearl to bet on it also made a lot of money unexpectedly. Because of this incident, the hostility of the aristocratic teenagers towards Moriarty began to weaken unconsciously. After all, no aristocrat would exclude a nobility that could bring benefits to itself.

"Then Marty, you have to thank Moriarty." The old man smiled.

Moriarty found that the Viscount of Salk did not seem to be so rigid and stern when it wasn't for formal occasions, but rather liked to make innocuous jokes.

"Well, let me think about it." Martiel's frown pretended to be hesitant.

On the other side, Moriarty also showed a look of anticipation very cooperatively.

"Moriarty, to thank you for the good fortune you have brought me today. I allow you to invite me to do my first dance of the night. After a proper pause, Martil finally spoke softly.

"Oh, the first dance of the Salk Pearl!" Moriarty immediately let out a well-timed whisper. Not only did the girl feel her joy, but the voice was not too loud to avoid being heard by other aspirants and causing disputes.

"Not bad, not bad." Looking at Moriarty and Matiel, Viscount Salk nodded with great satisfaction.

About an hour later, the dinner ended.

The well-fed nobles got up one after another and went for a walk in the garden behind the Viscount's residence. The servants rushed into the hall, gathered up the scraps, and removed the cutlery, chairs, and long tables. Because in a few moments, the Windsor Castle Ball will be held here.

Because of the change of evening dresses, all the noble ladies and ladies have temporarily withdrawn. Only the gentlemen were left to wander the quiet garden paths in groups or alone.

"Hello, Sir Ensberg, I'm Freeman."

"Hello, Lord Freeman, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello, Sir Ensberg, I am Pisa of the Gracht family. Your game, officially exciting. ”

"Hello, Mr. Pisa. Thanks for the compliments. ”

"Hello, Sir Ensberg..."

Unlike the "attention" that Moriyaty received when he first arrived at Windsor Castle in the afternoon, just a few hours later, most of the aristocrats of Kent had begun to re-embrace the "discredited" aristocratic teenager. As for the nobles' constant greetings and gestures, Moriarty also responded very politely and respectfully. Even if the other party is only the second son of a jazz family, or a knight or scholar who is still seeking a title in the upper class.

After another hour, melodious music began to be heard in the hall of the mansion in the distance. It seems that the band is already in place.

So, the nobles and gentlemen slowly put away their chats and returned to the hall.

At this time, the ladies and ladies also changed into the most graceful and luxurious dresses and came to the hall.

For a time, the dazzling jewels and delicate faces made this place a sea of beauty.

According to the previous agreement, Moriarty slowly walked up to Matiel, who was dressed in a fuchsia silk dress, and bowed.

"Beautiful Miss Salk, allow me to invite you to a dance." As he spoke, Moriarty held out his arm.

"Yes, Sir Ensberg, I accept your invitation." Martiel's smile and handed the delicate lace glove to the other man. …,

Then, the two stepped onto the dance floor to the rising waltz.

Looking at Moriarty, who gently picked up the pearl of Salk and began to dance in the center of the dance floor, those aristocratic teenagers who admired the girl were jealous but helpless.

After all, Sir Ensberg not only won a wonderful horse race by magical magic, but also transferred Hanover, which was a trophy, to Martier, and brought a large sum of money to every staker present who supported him. Therefore, it is not that no one wants to jump out and invite the Salk Pearl to dance at the first time, but the problem is that except for Moriarty, other people simply do not have such confidence and decency. To put it more bluntly, today's Moriarty's aura is too strong, and there is no one to compete with.

Therefore, despite the envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts, the young men can only honestly stay on the dance floor, fighting openly and secretly about how to become Matiel's second dance partner.

On the contrary, the other noble ladies in the hall were eager to try.

Although because of age, Moriarty's figure has not yet fully unfolded, and he does not have the mature atmosphere of an adult man, but his deep eyes, noble identity, deep background, and strong strength still attract the amoth-like aristocratic girls like flames. Perhaps, they have long forgotten how they used to make fun of this "mother-lover" little boy in private.

As if given some kind of cue, the first piece of the ball was surprisingly long.

It was not until Mathil was slightly gasping that the last set of finales of the dance music slowly fell in the deep "chant" of the cello.

In the warm applause of the nobles, Moriati and Martiel, who had finished the song, held hands and bowed to everyone together.

"You danced great, Moriarty." Slowly calming down her breath, the female companion smiled and said to Moriarty.

"Hehe, it was almost all Martin who was taking me with you. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been booed off the dance floor a long time ago. Moriarty also smiled and said sincerely.

Because of his personality, the original Moriarty didn't seem to be interested in dancing or socializing at all.

In the end, the pas de deux of this new world is much the same as on Earth. Therefore, under the guidance of Martiel, Moriarty still danced well. Moreover, as the dance music progresses, it is constantly skilled and free.

However, the post-song exchange between the two was only a few words, and they were separated by the boys and girls who swarmed around.

Then, the band played a new tune again, and the pairs of dance partners laughed and started their own dances.

On one side of the dance floor, Viscount Salk was surrounded by a group of lords and jazzes, chatting and laughing. And tonight, most of the conversation seems to be inseparable from the "soon-to-be-born" horse farm. To this, the viscount heard a lot, but said very little. But the more this happened, the more the enthusiasm and eagerness of the representatives of the various families grew.