The cheers of the nobles lasted about a minute. Then, everyone turned their attention to the "runner-up" Fox.

"Sir Ensberg, this... Horse... It's yours now. ”

Fawkes, of course, understood why everyone was looking at him. Because of the loss, according to the previous agreement, the Hannover horse, which originally belonged to the Royanta family, will have to be given to Ensberg. And this blow to Fox is probably more severe than the disgrace in front of all the nobles of Kent. He could imagine how angry and dissatisfied Lord Royanta would be when he found out about this, and how he would be punished.

After all, it is one thing to give Hanover to the Salk family, and to give it to the Ensberg family is another thing of the exact opposite nature.

However, there was no room for Fox to repent, unless he was willing to see the credibility of the Royanta family fall down in Kent.

"Okay, I accept it."

Unpretentious, Moriarty took the reins of Hanover directly from Fawkes' trembling hands. And many people around him were looking at each other with envy at the same time.

Although this Hannover horse had just lost a "crucial" race, anyone who is not blind can tell that it is indeed a good horse in the truest sense of the word. Hanover's defeat was by no means its own fault, but a defeat to magical magic.

With the Hanover victory, the Ensberg family not only asserted their strong position in the whole of Kent, but also reaped a great and tangible fortune. Through crossbreeding and breeding, it is likely that in the future the Ensberg family will have a horse breed with some Hanoverian pedigree. And the huge political and economic significance contained in this is well understood by everyone present.

"Still, I'm going to take back what I just said. This is indeed a good horse worthy of the pearl of Salk. So, allow me to pass it on to the beautiful Miss Martiel. And just when most people were still conjecturing, Moriarty suddenly spoke again.

"What? Transfer? Moriarty's words shocked the nobles again.

"Sir Engsberg, this—" Martiel, too, looked at Moriarty in surprise, and even covered her petite mouth involuntarily.

"Miss Martiel, please don't refuse." Moriarty looked at the girl and didn't give the other party any chance to excuse himself: "I think with such a mount, your journey to Ivy Manor will be faster and more comfortable." ”

“… Well, I accept this gift from you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sir Ensberg. Out of the corner of the girl's eye, she saw the viscount's nod, and indeed liked the majestic Hanoverian horse very much, so she accepted it with joy.

"Hehe, I have to say, young man, you know how to please girls very well." At this time, the viscount on the side finally stood up and said, "I think that when your father returns, I can discuss with him the matter of co-running a racecourse." He had mentioned this before, and I think now is the time. ”

"Oh my God, what did I hear? Is the Viscount talking about the horse farm? Immediately, there was another boiling among the aristocratic crowd.

Because everyone knows that for a long time for a variety of reasons, Kent was not a horse producing region. Although there is also a good pasture in the county, this pasture in the central part of Kent has been abandoned due to the division of the land, and is more used for cattle and sheep.

Now, if Viscount Salk were to join forces with Baron Ensberg, the two families would have enough pasture to start a medium-sized horse farm. After that, Kent will also get rid of the old appearance of not producing horses, and even the political status of the entire Kent county in the kingdom may change to a certain extent. …,

Of course, it is not known what the other viscount of the county, Maclelen, will think of this matter, whether it will be confrontation or cooperation, or whether Baron Ensberg, who has always been good at playing left and right and maximizing benefits, will take the initiative to bring the Macillran family into the group.

But, as long as possible, every nobleman present would like to be involved in or even take a stake in this future horse farm. The political and monetary interests in this are really too big. Not to mention, it's going to be a horse farm with Hanover.

However, there must be one person who can't get excited.

Fawkes stared blankly at Yiqiē in front of him, wishing that he would die immediately.

Just because of a horse race, the dignity of the family, the dignity of the individual, the wealth of the racecourse, the alliance of politics, and the favor of the pearl of Salk, all this qiē has turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace. If time could be turned back, Fox would rather have a life-and-death duel with Moriarty than talk about a damn horse race.

It's a pity that Sir Royanta's loss and sorrow are not destined to attract anyone's attention.

As for the golden olive branch suddenly thrown by Viscount Salk, Moriarty smiled and took it steadily, saying that he would do his best to inform the baron's father about the relevant matters.

At this point, the drama-like "Windsor Castle Marseille" came to an end.

In the last rays of the sky, the nobles gathered around Viscount Salk and Sir Ensberg and returned to the castle.

There, the servants were already ready for a long time.

A large rectangular dining table has been placed exactly in the center of the hall.

On the snow-white dining table, the silver candlesticks were lined up in a straight line, and the white candles that continued to emit the fragrance of fresh beeswax had been lit. Flower balls woven with flowers delicately decorate the corners of the table, while precious porcelain discs reflect gentle colors in the light of candlelight.

When the host and the guests returned, the well-trained servants immediately stepped forward and respectfully ushered the guests to their seats.

Moriarty's seat was placed on the left-hand side closest to the Viscount Salk's throne, which naturally matched the status of the Ensberg family. On the right hand side of the main seat is the seat of Salk Pearl.

And in the left-hand position of Moriarty, it turned out to belong to Sir Royanta. However, Fox, who had just completed a "hard" race, claimed to be unwell and had already said goodbye to his owner and left Windsor Castle early.

For the departure of Sir Luo Yanta, everyone also expressed their understanding and condolences. After all, staying here would only make him feel humiliated and helpless. After sending their blessings and concerns, Fawkes and his entourage disappeared into the night as the nobles watched.

Now, sitting beside Moriarty in place of Sir Royanta is Lord Herringe.

The sixty-year-old nobleman had long had a reputation as a scholar in Kent, and was a master of literature, aristocratic etiquette, heraldry and more. Moreover, because of their common artistic hobby, the Herling family and the Ensberg family have always had a pretty good relationship.

It can be seen that Viscount Salk's new arrangement is obviously to take care of Moriarty's situation, and at the same time, he hopes that there will be no unpleasant accidents at the dinner party in the future.

"Lord Herring, I have heard from my father that you are about to publish a magnum opus on the heraldry of the nobility. I'm looking forward to it, and I can't wait to read it. After wiping the sweat from his face and hands with a warm hand towel, Moriarty turned to the old lord respectfully.

"Hehe, when it comes to this book, Philip can also be said to be one of the authors. If it weren't for the old aristocratic documents that the Baron had painstakingly retrieved from all over the kingdom, I wouldn't have been able to really put it down. The old lord and Baron Ensberg looked familiar, and he looked at Moriarty more like a close son. …,

"Definitely. And my father once said that the best place for those precious documents to be collected in your study and become part of a new book is better than the moldy insects that fall into the hands of illiterate nouveau riche. Moriarty could naturally feel the other party's kindness, and said with a smile.

"Lord Herring, Sir Ensberg, what are you talking about? It seems to be very interesting. At this time, Mathil, who had changed into a white light gauze skirt, also came to the seat opposite and sat down, and said to the two with a smile.

"Hehe, what we said, I'm afraid you won't be interested in Martier." Lord Herring smiled kindly.

"Are those cumbersome coats of arms and etiquette again? Oh, don't embarrass me. "As a nobleman, basic etiquette and heraldry are required, but there are probably only a few people who genuinely like these things. Immediately, the astute Salk Pearl said coquettishly.

"Perhaps, Martir you can ask Moriarty some questions about magic. I think that's the really interesting stuff. The lord naturally knew that the girl's mind was not in his own, so he naturally pushed the boat down the river.

"Is that okay? Sir Ensberg? The girl asked with a wink at Moriarty.

"Of course, Miss Salk. Just call me Moriarty. Moriarty smiled and nodded, secretly praising the girl for her appearance and demeanor, almost an impeccable aristocratic lady.

"Okay. But Moriarty, please call me Martiel, too. Otherwise, I will still call you a knight as a sign of 'revenge'. ”

"It's my pleasure, Matiel."

"Moriarty, did you really use magic in horse racing?" Finally, the girl asked the question in her heart. Lord Herring, who was on the side, also showed considerable concern.

"Yes, it's a first-order spell." It's not a great secret, and Moriarty doesn't have to hide it.

"What kind of magic is it?" The girl asked.

"That spell is called 'Breath of the Wind', and it's a magic that can help reduce weight and increase movement speed." Moriarty further explained

"Oh my God, how amazing this is!"

"Lose weight and accelerate, well, no wonder that Hannover will lose."

After listening to Moriarty's words, the girl and the old lord were amazed and sighed

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