Chapter 13 The crowd watching the game, the rules, the wonderful start
The sunset in autumn is always more gorgeous than in other seasons. Like the golden sunset, it is scattered across the western sky. It looks like a dazzling and extremely wide curtain, waiting for hard work.
One day later, Apollo returned to the horizon.
On the thick walls of Windsor Castle, the nobles were either in small groups or alone. However, at this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the bottom of the castle. There, the two knights and their mounts who were about to have a fierce confrontation were already there.
They stood side by side. In front of them was Viscount Salk as the game supervisor.
"Two young men, are you ready?" the Viscount looked at the two riders and asked loudly.
"no problem!"
"Yes."
It has to be said that Fox, who is also dressed in jockey equipment, looks quite good. He wears a tight black top, snow-white jockey pants with puffs on the sides, and a fiery red cape. When he is driving the horse that is obviously larger than the ordinary horse, he looks very good.
When the tall white "Hannover" of La Siama appeared, many ladies couldn't help but cheer for him.
In contrast, Moriarty's attire was much more ordinary. He just changed back to the same outfit he had on the way here, but for safety's sake, he also added a black jockey's hat.
"Who do you think will win? Luo Yanta or Ensberg?" On the city wall, nobles had already started betting on horse racing.
"I bet Sir Luo Yanta, three hundred gold coins." Someone started, and immediately someone placed their own bet: "It seems that Fox is not lying, his horse is really Avili's Hanover. Look at that figure, look at
Looking at that gait and those hoof prints, I can almost imagine the charming posture of this BMW sprinting at full speed."
"Although he is a little unwilling, it seems that Sir Ensberg has not chosen a good opponent for himself. Although Ensberg has always had the upper hand in the past few rounds, empty words are far less than iron-clad words after all.
Strength. I also pledge five hundred gold coins to Sir Luo Yanta."
"Maybe there will be a miracle?" Some noble ladies struggled to retort. It seems that Moriarty also has his own supporters.
"Oh, dear Miss Emily, it seems that you are still too soft-hearted. You must know that the success or failure of a horse race depends on the horse seven times and the jockey three parts. Since Sir Luo Yanta's mount is really what he said, it is
Hanover is right, then it will be difficult for Sir Ensberg to win again. I think Baron Ensberg may have a hard time this time."
"That's not certain. I bet a hundred gold coins that Sir Ensberg will win." At this moment, a white and delicate ivory fan suddenly stretched out and opened it.
Several noble men and women hurriedly turned around and discovered that this "minority" was Miss Mathile.
"I am willing to follow Miss Mathile and pledge one hundred gold coins."
"I'll bet a hundred too."
"I support you, Miss Mathilde. I'll also bet a hundred gold coins."
Immediately, the group of noble teenagers who had been following Mathil also joined the gambling game.
Of course, they don't really want to encourage Moriarty, and no one is even optimistic that Moriarty can win this horse race. To be honest, if possible, they would like the following two people to fight and lose both sides. However,
It is a pity that since the Salk Pearl took action boldly, the admirers of the Pearl could only follow up. Moreover, these people, like Mathil, only bet a hundred gold coins. Even if they lost in the end, they would still be
Affordable.
And with the emergence of such a group of "like-minded people", the few aristocratic ladies who had planned to support Moriarty also donated their money to participate in the gambling game.
For a time, the walls of Windsor Castle were bustling with activity.
Outside the moat, Viscount Salk was making his final speech.
"According to convention, the challenger of a horse race will start in the outer circle. The challenger will enjoy the advantage of the inner circle." The Viscount looked at the two people and announced.
Windsor Castle is a typical ring-shaped stone castle. The diameter of the circular axis is about 800 meters, so the distance around the city is about 2.5 kilometers.
This length is barely enough for a horse race, or it can be said that it is more advantageous for horses with strong sprinting ability.
"Sir Ensberg, although your horse looks quite good, it is obviously far from my Hanover. How about this, I will give you the inside track this time, and I will use it.
Just start as a heretic." Fox, who was standing on the horse, looked at Moriarty with an arrogant expression.
At this moment, after seeing his opponent's mount, he was almost certain that he would win. After all, the quality of the horse can be largely reflected in its appearance and demeanor. This is not to say that
Moriarty's horses are not good, at least "Thaddeus" is also a war horse with excellent pedigree. But comparing it with the Hanoverian horse next to it, it is still obviously inferior.
Now that his victory has been determined, Fox hopes to embarrass Moriarty to the maximum extent possible.
"Haha, no need, Sir Luo Yanta. The etiquette of aristocrats is also part of horse racing. Only those poor upstarts will show off their stupidity wantonly on the field." Moriarty glanced at the other party and said with a faint smile.
"You!" Fox couldn't help but burst out again.
"Then, since both of you have no objections, the game is about to begin." Seeing Fox being stabbed red in the face by Moriarty again, the Viscount immediately said loudly: "Using my wave as an order, we will circle the castle. The one who returns here first wins.
!Prepare!"
"start!"
Finally, the Viscount swung his left hand hard. At almost the same moment, Fox drove his Hanover and rushed out like an arrow.
Hanover is worthy of being one of the best horse breeds in the Pan-Continent. Under the jockey's guidance, it only takes less than three seconds to go from standstill to running at full speed. Its long hoof span ensures that it can run at every step.
Both horses can cover longer distances than other horse breeds, and the wide horseshoes make their steps so steady and solid.
"Ha, so fast!"
“As expected of Hannover!”
"It's like a white flying arrow!"
At this moment, everyone turned their attention to Hanover and Fox, who started quickly. Being able to witness a horse race led by Hanover was a matter of joy and excitement even for the nobles of Erathia.
But suddenly, someone on the city wall burst out with a cry of surprise.
"Oh my God! Sir Ensborg is still where he is!"
"In the end what happened?"
"Did he just give up like that?"
Finally, everyone suddenly discovered that while Hanover was struggling to start, Moriarty stopped motionless at the starting line. Immediately, various different speculations passed through everyone's mind. Most people thought that Moriarty was
Artie had given up on the game from the start.
However, this may just be because the people on the city wall are too far away, and Viscount Salk, who is standing on one side of the starting line, does not think that Moriarty is motionless.
Because, just when the sound of Hanover's horse hooves disappeared like a drum, another mysterious and unfamiliar chant came to the Viscount's ears.
"It's a spell!"
In an instant, the old man suddenly turned around and looked at Moriarty. He saw Moriarty, who was sitting steadily on the horse, constantly exchanging various strange gestures with his hands while reciting a spell slowly, his eyes as calm as water.
"What exactly does this young man want to do?" The Viscount stared closely at Moriarty's face.
Ever since Moriarty proposed horse racing, the Viscount had been thinking about his intention. Unlike other noble guests, in fact, not long after the Hanover horse was sent to the stables of Windsor Castle, the old man had secretly gone to appreciate it after being notified by the butler.
. And according to his judgment, Fox's mount is 100% Hanoverian from Avilli.
Therefore, in the old man's opinion, Moriarty's horse racing advice was undoubtedly a self-destructive effort.
However, due to the neutral status of the host of the banquet, the old man was naturally unable to give any hints to the young knight he was increasingly fond of. Moreover, from a family perspective, if Luo Yanta could restrain Ensberg's constant behavior to a certain extent,
Growth is also in line with the long-term interests of the Salk family.
But now, Moriarty's actions have proven that his move to challenge Fox was not an irrational act.
Maybe the boy from Fox is right, Magic Rose can only be regarded as a low-level juggling act, but don't forget that any qualified mage apprentice can master more than just magic juggling.
Under the hawk-like gaze of Viscount Salk, Moriarty completed the activation of his magic.
About ten seconds after Hanover started running, a rapid whirlwind suddenly swirled around Moriarty and his mount. At the same time, a dazzling magical flash shone on both the man and the horse at the same time.
"Wow! What did I see?"
"What light is that!"
"What on earth did that young man do?"
Immediately, a wave of shouts and questions erupted from the city wall again. In the midst of this shout, Moriarty picked up the reins of the horse, and Thaddeus under him stepped forward at an incredible speed.
Catching the dirt and wind, he quickly chased Hanover's back in the distance, which had almost turned the corner.
