Chapter 12 Hanoverian Horses, Counterattack, Horse Racing
"Wow!" Immediately, there was another noise in the hall of Windsor Castle.
It can be said that the nobles present today have made their trip worthwhile.
The portraits of the Standwell Morning Star Armor and the Griffin King presented by the Ensberg family previously had opened everyone's eyes, but now the eldest son of the Luo Yanta family suddenly announced that he would bring the rare and well-known Avi to the continent.
Leigh Hanover horse presented to Miss Salk.
"This all looks like a 'shameless fight for wealth'!" Many young nobles cursed secretly in their hearts while watching closely with excitement.
"This..." When he heard that Fox was going to give him a Hanoverian horse from the far northern forest, Marty was stunned for a moment and at a loss.
The Avili area has been occupied by the elves for thousands of years, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter. Later, although Dejia's evil necromancer alliance relied on force to occupy a large area of the southern land of Avili, the result was
This makes trade and exchanges between Avili and Erathia more difficult and dangerous.
Nowadays, the caravans that depart from the kingdom to Aveili every year either take long routes to avoid the areas controlled by Dejia, or spend a lot of money to hire sufficient armed forces to protect their property and lives. Therefore, many of Aveili's specialties
After being transported to Erathia through difficult trade routes, its price has become very expensive, far beyond the reach of civilians.
The Hanoverian horse that Fox mentioned now is the Dingding Gate, and it is also an Avili treasure that is extremely loved and sought after by the nobles of Erathia.
Legend has it that the Hanoverian Horse is the descendant of the magical Pegasus in the Avili Forest. Although the Hanoverian Horse itself did not inherit the wonderful wings of the Pegasus and cannot fly freely in the blue sky, the noble bloodline still makes the Hanoverian Horse a
The most agile and fastest land galloping horse in the entire continent. Even Her Majesty the Queen is a loyal fan of Hanoverian horses. Unfortunately, there are only two males, three females and only five Hanoverian horses in the stable of the supreme king of the kingdom.
The fact that the Luo Yanta family owns the last Hanoverian horse shows the strength and heritage of the family.
"I hope the beautiful Miss Mathil will like this little gift." Seeing that the girl was a little stunned, Fox continued loudly, while the corner of his eye glanced at Moriarty.
"Haha, interesting." Moriarty looked at the arrogant-looking young man in front of him and smiled silently.
Is it just to please the beautiful girl, or is it an expression of goodwill from the Luo Yanta family to the Salk family. Fox's seemingly reckless behavior is not that simple in the eyes of those who are interested.
Now, it depends on how Moriarty deals with this situation.
"Sir Luo Yanta, are you talking about Aveili's Hanoverian horse just now?" When everyone's eyes were focused on him again, Moriarty asked calmly.
"Yes, a strong three-year-old Hanoverian stallion." Fox replied decisively.
"I heard that the Hanoverian horse is a rare horse, and it is one of the fastest creatures on the continent." Moriarty added.
"Yes, even the gryphon may not be able to catch up." Fox couldn't see clearly what Moriarty wanted to say, but his confidence in his mount still allowed him to answer without hesitation.
"Well, it is true." Moriarty nodded, but suddenly the conversation changed: "A real Hanoverian horse is naturally a perfect combination of strength and beauty. But, Sir Luo Yanta, how can you prove that your horse is real?
What about?"
"this!"
As soon as Moriarty said these words, the hall became excited again.
Just now, Fox hinted that the Ensberg family were philistine businessmen, and now Moriarty's counterattack was that Chi Luo Luo Luo was suspecting that the eldest son of the Luo Yanta family was a lying liar.
"Sir Ensberg, your words are a huge insult to me and the Luo Yanta family! As a noble, I demand a duel with you!" Immediately, Fox, who blushed, shouted, if not for the fact that this was
He might have rushed up and punched Moriarty in full view of everyone.
"Please calm down, Sir Luo Yanta, I don't mean any disrespect." In this regard, Moriarty still smiled tepidly: "Of course, I am just worried that Sir Luo Yanta will be taken advantage of by some boring profiteers.
They were deceived and mistook ordinary country horses for Hanoverian horses. After all, this kind of famous horse from Avery is too rare in the kingdom."
"Wow!"
Another fierce blow.
No one present expected that Moriarty would respond so sharply and violently to Fox's provocation. Just now he was accusing the other party of being a liar, but in the blink of an eye he described Fox as a vulgar person who had never seen the market.
Country aristocrat. And this point exactly corresponds to Fox's previous boast of having some "knowledge".
"What a beautiful eloquence." Many people secretly applauded Moriarty's words. If the impromptu poem dedicated to Malty just now was as charming and eye-catching as that magic rose, then the sentence directed to Fox now is
Like two poisonous snakes biting people's hearts.
"You!" Faced with Moriarty's extremely sharp and flawless words, sweat stains appeared on Fox's face for the first time, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or because he didn't know how to deal with it.
"Okay, Sir, relax." Moriarty suddenly turned around and said to the other nobles around him: "Actually, what I said may be a question in everyone's mind. How about this, Sir Luo Yanta
, in order to prove that the horse you presented to Miss Malti is indeed an Avery Hanoverian horse, let's have a small competition. If your horse can surpass my horse in the horse race,
Doesn’t that mean that everything I said is wrong?”
"race?"
Viscount Salk, who had been standing aside without saying a word, his eyes lit up, and the other nobles also looked at each other in confusion.
"Okay, let's have a horse race!" After hearing Moriarty's suggestion, Fox immediately responded loudly without thinking, 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 he is just a clown who only knows how to juggle!"
"Okay, no problem." Moriarty shrugged, agreed to his opponent's bet, and then asked, "But what if you lose if it's Jazz?"
"How could I..." Fox wanted to laugh at Moriarty's arrogance and ignorance, but when he thought that the other party had just agreed to his request, he had no choice but to ask: "What do you want?"
"Nothing." Moriarty shook his head: "If I win, I hope you will donate your mount to me. Although it may not be suitable for Miss Malty to ride, at least I can find a spacious room for it.
A farmhouse and a kind farmer, let it do some lighter farm work."
"Haha." After hearing this, someone in the crowd finally couldn't help laughing.
"Hmph!" Fox was far from a match for Moriarty's venomous tongue. He immediately snorted and turned to Viscount Salk: "Sir Viscount, please allow Sir Ensberg and I to settle the matter through horse racing.
differences, and request you to become the supervisor of this competition to ensure its fairness."
"Of course you can." The Viscount nodded helplessly as he looked at Fox, who was trying to suppress his anger, and Moriarty, who was taking a rest on the other side.
When things have developed to this point, no matter who is right or wrong, no one can stop the horse racing. And the vast majority of bystanders also regard this as the long-standing silence between the Luo Yanta family and the rising sun.
A face-to-face confrontation with the Sperger family.
"Let's use Windsor Castle as the competition venue. The two knights each drive their mounts, start from the gate, and then rush back around the castle. Whoever can return to the starting point first will be the winner. Young man, what do you think?"
As the supervisor, the Viscount immediately specified the rules.
"No problem at all!" Fox responded loudly.
"Okay." Moriarty nodded.
"Then, let's start now!"
In order to give the two contestants time to prepare, the Viscount first led the nobles out of the hall and climbed onto the wall of Windsor Castle. Fox and Moriarty, surrounded by their entourage, went to their rooms to prepare.
"Master, please remember what I said on the way here. The wrist holding the reins must be relaxed, the waist must be flexible, and the hips must follow the rhythm of the horse."
In the room, while changing Moriarty into jockey's riding clothes, Knight Hamilton said in a deep voice again.
Although he was not sure whether Moriarty could win this horse race, which was a matter of honor to the Ensberg family, he still completed his work meticulously as a knight of the family.
"Okay, Lewis, I will remember it." Moriarty tightened the button under his neck, turned to Hamilton and smiled: "If that guy really has a Hanoverian horse, my 'Thaddeus' will match it."
What are the chances of winning?"
"Half percent." Hamilton thought for a while and said.
"Haha, I thought you would say there was no chance of winning." Moriarty laughed.
"Half of that is because the Hanoverian horse may have had an accident or had an improper diet this morning." Hamilton glanced at Moriarty, who was laughing heartily, and said expressionlessly.
"Haha, improper diet. I have to say, Hamilton, it's really a pity that you don't become a bard." Hamilton's unexpected cold joke once again made Moriarty unable to stop laughing.
"Although I don't know why, Master, you proposed this horse race, but as a member of the Ensberg family, I hope you will cherish the family honor and fight to the end." Finally, when Moriarty had everything ready, Hamilton solemnly
road.
"Yes, I will." At this time, Moriarty stopped smiling, looked at Hamilton with the same solemn expression, and nodded: "Okay, knight, let's go to war!"
"Yes, Sir!" Hamilton stroked his breastplate, then put on his helmet and put down his visor.
