Chapter 14: Simple Transcendence, Simple Victory, and the End of the Game
"Drive! Drive!"
Fox, who was in the lead, was still struggling to swing the reins, and at the same time he kept kicking the Hanoverian horse underneath him with the spurs on the heels of his boots, making it gallop.
The 2.5-kilometer long track can be easily run by a Hanoverian horse in less than two minutes. And sprinting at full speed like this, Fox is confident that he can resolve the battle in one hundred seconds.
At this moment, there was no thought in Fox's mind that he could be overtaken or surpassed. The only thing he was thinking about was how to rush back to the starting point faster and win the race. Then, he sat comfortably on Hanover and watched
He chased after Moriarty in embarrassment. Finally, in front of almost all the Kent nobles, he taught this arrogant and rude boy a lesson.
Therefore, Fox, who was galloping on horseback from beginning to end, did not even look behind him.
Because, there is no need for this.
One minute is about to pass, and Fox continues to lead "without any suspense".
After a distance of about 1.5 kilometers, Hannover's progress was still as fast and furious as when it first started.
Fox laughed proudly. He almost couldn't help but shout loudly to declare his victory.
But at this moment, a gentle wind suddenly blew from behind Fox. Then, before he could react, a strange figure quickly passed by him at an unimaginable speed.
"what is that!"
Fox looked sideways and saw Moriarty driving his horse, Thaddeus, like a dance, gracefully, calmly, but unstoppably surpassing himself.
"This is impossible!"
Faced with such a scene, Fox was so surprised that he almost went crazy.
God knows what kind of magic Moriarty used to make his "inferior mare" run at a speed that would make a gryphon's eyes pop out.
And even though Moriarty was riding at an unbelievably fast speed, his horse looked so relaxed. Not only was the horse's hoof hitting the grass silently, it even barely formed any hoof prints.
Could it be that the grass blades on the grass outside Windsor Castle are hard enough to support such a huge horse and his jockey?
For a moment, Fox was shocked and angry.
"Drive! Drive! Drive!"
The next second, Fox began to pump his spurs like crazy while waving the reins in his hands fiercely.
The Hanoverian horse, whose abdomen was deeply pierced by the sharp iron thorns, immediately neighed in pain and ran even more furiously.
"Chase! Chase! Chase me!"
At this moment, Fox wanted to put his own legs on Hanover's body. He could hardly imagine how he would face those who were so excited at the finish line if he was really overtaken by his opponent and lost the horse race.
The Kentish dignitaries awaited.
However, no matter how hard Fox pushed his mount, no matter how hard the Hanoverian horse sprinted under the almost sadistic control, he could still only watch Moriarty's back fade away.
Moreover, what makes Fox even more unbearable is that Moriarty has never set his sights on him from beginning to end. It seems that what he surpassed is not a powerful opponent, but just an insignificant wretch, or even just a piece of air.
.
"Asshole!" Fox bit his lip so hard that it almost drew blood.
At the end, the Kent nobles were still in a state of excitement.
In just over a minute, there was no time to extinguish people's doubts and excitement.
Everyone in the crowd was talking about Moriarty's incredible way of starting. However, after being greatly shocked, a knowledgeable old nobleman finally pointed out that Moriarty used magical magic.
However, as for what kind of magic can make Sir Ensberg's not-so-top horse run at such an earth-shattering speed, everyone has different opinions. But there is one thing in common. Morrie
Artie's behavior once again deeply shocked everyone present. And for the first time, a novel and unique concept like "noble mage" took root in the upper class society in Kent County.
Soon, after a "long wait", the anxious people once again saw a speeding rider from the other side of Windsor Castle.
"Who is that?"
"Ensberg or Luo Yanta?"
"Oh my God, why can't I hear the sound of horse hooves?"
Most of the nobles immediately swarmed to the nearby wall.
Whether they are noble lords or knights, or beautiful ladies or young ladies, they all have their heads and feet raised, trying to look in one direction.
"It's Ensberg! It's Sir Ensberg!"
Finally, the first person to see clearly shouted loudly, and then another deafening shout erupted from the crowd.
There was no time for the nobles to communicate any more. Moriarty, who came flying like the wind, had already crossed the final stage of the race and returned to the finish line.
A few hundred meters behind him, Fox and his Hanover horse, which had just arrived, slowed down rapidly.
Immediately, everyone crowded down the aisle and hurried towards the main entrance of the castle. Everyone wanted to see the latest horse racing champion as soon as possible.
"Congratulations, Sir Ensborg!"
The first person to greet Moriarty was Hamilton. From the beginning to the end, the knight had been standing on the side of the starting point, motionless.
"Thank you, Lewis." Moriarty smiled and said to his guard captain, then turned over and jumped off the horse: "Remember to have someone give Thaddeus an extra meal at night, this is what she deserves."
"Okay, Sir. In addition to the fodder and soybeans, there will also be a glass of wine of sufficient vintage." Hamilton nodded, stepped forward and took the reins from Moriarty's hand.
"Congratulations, young man. Although your riding method is quite unique, I think this does not prevent you from becoming the champion of this horse race. Congratulations again, Moriarty!"
Viscount Salk was also smiling, as if Moriarty's victory was his victory. And at the first moment, he directly judged Moriarty to win. To some extent, this has shown a considerable tendency
sex.
"Thank you for your impartial supervision and referee." Facing the old man, Moriarty behaved politely and without arrogance.
"Congratulations, Sir Ensborg!"
"You and your horse work together perfectly!"
"What a thrilling game, Jazz!"
Soon, the nobles also arrived in front of the castle gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, Moriarty was surrounded by excited crowds. At the same time, all kinds of complimentary words were flooded towards Moriarty like snowflakes.
And go.
"Thank you... thank you..." Moriarty smiled and responded to everyone's congratulations one by one, although it could be seen from his eyes that not everyone meant what he said.
"Look, Sir Luo Yanta is back too!" Suddenly, another noble shouted lowly.
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the other side.
Under the fading sun, Fox walked slowly over with his head lowered, riding the Hanoverian horse that was destined to become the talk of Kent County.
No matter how unwilling Fox was, no matter how much he gritted his teeth, for the dignity of the Luo Yanta family, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come back here.
"Oh, poor Sir..."
"It's a pity, Hanover. It's not that you are not good enough, it's just that your opponent is stronger..."
“This Hanoverian really looks like it’s going to go to Ensberger…”
When faced with losers, nobles have no bad taste in rubbing salt into their wounds.
Of course, after the incident, this horse race will inevitably become the most talked about topic in Kent County for a period of time in the future, and Fox Luo Yanta, as the person involved, will definitely be ridiculed and ridiculed by many "enemies". But at least now
, many people still gave this poor young man a little sympathy in their hearts.
"Sir Ensberg, you win."
Although the pace was slow, the limited distance was finally completed.
Fox, who came to Moriarty and Supervisor Viscount Salk, behaved like a bachelor. The first sentence he spoke was a generous admission of his failure. It seems that, as the first heir of the Luo Yanta family, Fox
It's still qualified. Even now, he still doesn't understand why Moriarty's horse can run so fast.
"Thank you." After completely suppressing the other party's arrogance, Moriarty did not continue to use his venomous tongue, but just nodded calmly.
"Okay, if no one raises any objections, then I will announce the results of the competition now." Viscount Salk glanced with satisfaction for a week, and then said loudly.
Of course, at this moment, no one would jump out to fight without the sense of humor.
Although Moriarty did use magic that was an "unconventional force" during the race, it was still part of his own strength. And without harming his opponents, the jockey relied on his own strength to increase his speed, so he was naturally
regarded as reasonable and legal.
"I hereby declare that Sir Ensborg has won this horse race!"
Following Viscount Salk's words, the crowd cheered again.
