At eight o'clock in the morning, the Ensberg family's team set off on time. In addition to a huge luxury carriage pulled by a pair of horses, there was also a guard of twenty people. The captain of the guard was naturally the Knight Hamilton.
Moriarty was dressed as a knight, but without any armor. Naturally, he was dressed like this to facilitate movement on the road. When he arrived at his destination, he would naturally change back into his original aristocratic dress.
Hamilton is still wearing a heavy steel armor, and even wears a "lion helmet" with a visor on his head. In his hand, a knight's spear that is nearly four meters long appears as light as nothing.
Fortunately, Hamilton's mount was strong enough, otherwise an ordinary country horse would have been crushed by the huge weight on its body.
The other nineteen people following Hamilton were all wearing leather armor, with standard long swords at their waists, and "bridge iron hats" on their heads. Although these nineteen guards also rode horses, they were not real
Knights and mounts are just means of transportation for them. When a battle actually breaks out, they will fight as infantry swordsmen.
"Let's go." Moriarty picked up the reins in his hand and took the lead.
Behind him, a team of more than ten meters long immediately followed closely.
"Master Moriarty, keep your back straight, relax your wrists, don't be too stiff in your hips, and try to match the ups and downs of the horse." Since the beginning of the journey, Knight Hamilton has started his riding lessons again.
"Okay, relax." Moriarty smiled at the knight who was protecting his side, trying to correct his posture.
"Master Moriarty, to be honest, I don't recommend that you go on such a long riding journey at this stage. Although you have initially mastered the basics of riding in the manor a few days ago. However, seven
An hour-long long journey is still too difficult for beginners." Hamilton looked at Moriarty who was meticulously executing his instructions, and said in a low voice with straightforward words.
"Haha, I know, Lewis, thank you." Moriarty reached out and patted the red mane of the young mare sitting next to him. The horse then turned its head intelligently and neighed happily.
"You are the instructor, you have the final say. If you think I need to rest, I will go to the carriage behind to rest for a while. But before that, please supervise my riding lessons." Moriarty added.
road.
"Okay, Master." Although it seemed that the boy opposite would still insist on riding a horse to complete most of the journey, he at least agreed to supervise the entire process himself, which made Hamilton couldn't help but nod.
The countryside in autumn is full of golden wheat fields and groups of busy tenant farmers.
The team of the Ensberg family walked on the country road, being careful not to touch the farmland that was about to mature. When they saw the majestic aristocratic cavalry, the tenant farmers would also hurriedly stop what they were doing and look toward the countryside from a distance.
Moriarty and others who passed by bent down and saluted.
"This year's harvest looks good. Lewis, how about your manor? There should be a good harvest." While trying to maintain his correct sitting posture, Moriarty looked sideways at the waves of wheat surrounding him and said to the knight.
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"Yes, there was plenty of rain this year, and there was enough snow before spring, so the wheat grew very well." Hamilton's voice came out from behind his visor, sounding a little muffled.
"Unfortunately, the geographical location of Kent is too far south. I heard that in the northern part of the kingdom, the climate there is hot enough that we can even have two wheat harvests in a year." Moriarty added.
"Yes. However, most of these highly productive areas are now controlled by evil necromancers. Even if there were some good farms on the borders of the kingdom, they are now probably polluted by the undead." At this point,
, Hamilton's words were full of disgust and hatred.
"Yes. It is indeed a bit ironic. The best food-producing area on the mainland has been occupied by the Dejia Alliance, which does not need food at all." Moriarty also shrugged helplessly.
"I hope one day we can eradicate these inhuman scum." Hamilton shouted.
After saying that, the knight turned his horse's head and galloped towards the back of the team. As the captain, he needs to pay attention to every detail and step of the team at all times.
After advancing at a constant speed for about three hours, the Ensberg family's team finally left the country road and embarked on a flatter and wider county road.
It was noon, and the entire cavalry stopped temporarily to rest and have a meal.
Because of Moriarty's special request, his food was not special. Instead, he was the same as everyone else, eating coarse bread with a small piece of ham as his ration, and his drink was water from the skin he carried with him.
"Master Moriarty, I hope you can rest in the carriage for the next hour." Seeing Moriarty eating the same food as himself without any pretense, Hamilton nodded secretly, but his words remained simple.
,serious.
"Okay, you're the captain." Moriarty didn't object, ate the roll in his hand in a few mouthfuls, and then stood up.
To be honest, after three consecutive hours of riding on horseback, Moriarty's thighs had been scratched in several places. At the same time, a lot of physical strength had been spent. Because he had to maintain the most correct riding posture at all times, which in itself was quite tiring.
It's energy-consuming. If it hadn't been for the past few days, Moriarty had gradually strengthened his thin body through morning exercises, swordsmanship, equestrian and other courses. Not to mention horseback riding, even the bumpy carriage in the morning would have made the original little body stronger.
The body shook and fell apart.
After entering the carriage, the team set off again. Moriarty took out the ointment he had prepared in advance and briefly treated and bandaged the wound on his thigh, then closed his eyes and rested.
An hour later, Moriarty returned to his horse in high spirits again, and the entire team's progress further accelerated.
In the afternoon, after traveling more than a hundred kilometers, at the end of the road, Windsor Castle, quietly surrounded by a gentle moat, appeared in front of us.
At this time, Moriarty changed back into a noble attire. Although he was not too interested in this too gorgeous outfit, it was a necessary etiquette among the nobles of the kingdom.
When they saw the Ensberg family's team appearing in front of the castle, the steward of the Salk family, who had been waiting outside the castle, immediately greeted them. Knight Hamilton, the captain of the guard, was one step ahead and stepped forward to greet them.
"Welcome, Sir Ensborg. Upon hearing that you are coming, the Viscount personally ordered me to wait here." Whether it is sincerity or not, at least on the surface, the Salk family's receptionist's expression and appearance
They behaved extremely respectfully and politely.
"Thank you, Lord Viscount, for your care."
Moriarty nodded slightly in the style expected of an heir to a baron family. Then, guided by the steward, he rode his horse into Windsor Castle.
This is a typical medieval castle. It is surrounded by tall granite walls, and at the four corners of the castle are four taller arrow towers. The only way in and out of the castle is a suspension bridge that can be supported.
A gate made of pig iron. The gate is so heavy that it requires at least five strong men to pull it through a winch every time it is opened.
As soon as we walked into the castle, the light became dim. In the outer area of the castle was a large residential area of civilians, which looked very messy. Most of the houses were low-rise and sewage flowed on both sides of the streets. However, because we had to entertain noble guests,
Therefore, the civilians here have obviously received some kind of warning in advance, and they are all staying "safely" in their huts. Moreover, there are many soldiers holding spears on both sides of the road on guard.
"What a strong city wall." Moriarty sat on his horse, looked around, and suddenly said to the leader in front of him.
"Yes, Sir, it has been almost two hundred years since Windsor Castle was built. During these two hundred years, no matter whether it was faced with thieves, mobs, or even the once terrible rebels, the high walls of the castle have never wavered.
." The steward responded quite proudly.
Indeed, as one of the principals in Kent County, the Salk family naturally has its own profound heritage and unparalleled trump card. Even if the worst situation occurs, as long as the Salk family is still protected by the walls of this castle
, there will be a chance to make a comeback. And so far, the Ensberg family has not had such a solid trump card.
Walking through the civilian area, the core area of the castle is right in front of you.
Different from the simple and small civilian area, Viscount Salk's inner castle occupies nearly half of the central area of the castle. An inner castle wall of more than three meters clearly separates the inside and outside.
At this time, Moriarty also jumped down from his mount.
"Sir Sir, please." The steward bowed respectfully.
"Yeah." Moriarty followed him into the inner castle.
Behind him, Hamilton still followed. The other entourage and carriage were naturally taken care of by Salk's servants.
"Sir Ensborg is here!"
As soon as Moriarty entered the corridor of the Viscount's mansion, another steward with white curly hair who had been waiting at the entrance of the hall immediately sang a promise loudly.
Then, the door of the hall was slowly opened. Immediately, a burst of soft music carrying the fragrance of wine slowly came from the hall.
Moriarty composed himself, smiled, and walked in.
There were many people standing or sitting in the hall. At this moment, almost everyone turned their heads and looked at Moriarty who had just walked in.
As the representative of the third most powerful baron family in Kent, Moriarty's arrival indeed had such weight that everyone present paid close attention.
However, Moriarty keenly noticed that not all of the eyes that came his way were kind and joyful. Many of them contained vague contempt and hidden jealousy.
In response, Moriarty's smile became gentler and calmer.
In front of him, a sturdy old man wearing a blue military uniform and a golden ribbon, with a bright red face, laughed and strode towards Moriarty with his arms spread wide.
"Haha, welcome, handsome knight. When I learned that your father could not come, I was really sad for a while, but now that I see you, I feel extremely happy. Ha, welcome to Windsor Castle again.
