The cheers of the nobles lasted for about a minute. Then, everyone turned their attention to the "runner-up" Fox.
"Sir Ensborg, this... horse... is now yours."
Fox certainly understands why everyone is looking at him. Because he lost the game, according to the prior agreement, the Hanoverian horse that originally belonged to the Luo Yanta family will have to be given to Ensberg. And this blow to Fox is probably more serious than in Kent.
The humiliation in front of all the nobles in the county was even more serious. He could imagine how angry and dissatisfied Lord Luo Yanta would be when he found out about this incident, and how he would be punished.
After all, giving Hanover to the Salk family is one thing, but letting the Ensberg family get it is another thing of completely opposite nature.
However, the current situation no longer allowed Fox to go back on his word, unless he was willing to see the Luo Yanta family's credibility completely collapsed in Kent County.
"Okay, I accept it."
Moriarty didn't show any pretense and directly took the reins of Hanover from Fox's trembling hands. Many people around him looked at him with envy at the same time.
Although this Hanover horse had just lost a "crucial" game, anyone who was not blind could see that it was indeed a good horse. Hanover's failure was by no means its own fault.
But lost to the magical magic.
After winning this Hanover horse, the Ensberg family not only once again declared their strong position in the entire Kent County, but also gained a huge and tangible wealth. Through crossbreeding and reproduction, the Ensberg family will become
It is very likely that there will be a horse breed with part of Hanoverian blood. The huge political and economic significance contained in this is clear to everyone present.
"However, I have to take back what I just said. This is indeed a good horse worthy of the Salk Pearl. So, please allow me to give it to the beautiful Miss Mathil.
"And when most people were still conjecturing, Moriarty suddenly spoke again.
"What? A gift?" Moriarty's words shocked the nobles again.
"Sir Ensberg, this..." Mathil also looked at Moriarty in surprise, and even involuntarily covered her petite mouth.
"Miss Mathilde, please don't refuse." Moriarty looked at the girl and didn't give her any chance to refuse: "I think with such a mount, your journey to Ivy Manor will become more interesting.
Swift and comfortable.”
"...Okay, I accept your gift. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sir Ensberg." From the corner of her eye, the girl saw the Viscount's nod, and she really liked this majestic Hanoverian horse.
Ma, he happily accepted it.
"Haha, 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 after your father comes back, I can discuss with him about running a racecourse together.
He has made such suggestions before, I think now is the time."
"Oh my God, what did I hear? Is the Viscount talking about the racecourse?" Immediately, the crowd of nobles was boiling again.
Because everyone knows that Kent County has not been a horse-producing area for a long time due to various reasons. Although there is also a high-quality pasture in the county, this pasture in the central area of Kent County has been divided due to land boundaries.
It has been abandoned and is mostly used as a place for grazing cattle and sheep.
Now, if Viscount Salk and Baron Ensberg unite, the pasture area shared by the two families will be enough to open a medium-sized horse farm. After that, Kent County will also get rid of its old appearance of not producing horses, and even
The political status of Kent as a whole within the kingdom may also change to some extent.
Of course, how will the other Viscount McLellan in this county view this matter, whether it is confrontation or cooperation, or whether Baron Ensberg, who is always good at playing both sides and maximizing benefits, will take the initiative to bring the McLellan family into the group?
, it is unknown at the moment.
However, as long as possible, every nobleman present hopes to participate or even participate in this future racecourse. The political and financial interests involved are really too great. Not to mention, this will be a city that owns Hanover.
The racecourse.
However, there must be one person who cannot get excited.
Fox looked at everything in front of him blankly, wishing he could die immediately.
Just because of a horse race, the dignity of the family, the dignity of the individual, the wealth of the racecourse, the political alliance, and the favor of the Salk Pearl, all of this has turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
If time could go back, Fox would rather have a life-and-death duel with Moriarty than mention the damn horse race again.
It's a pity that Sir Luo Yanta's loss and sorrow are destined to fail to attract anyone's attention.
Regarding the golden olive branch suddenly thrown out by Viscount Salk, Moriarty took it firmly with a smile and said that he would report the relevant matters to the Baron's father as soon as possible.
At this point, the drama-like "Windsor Castle Marseille" came to an end.
Following the last twilight in the sky, the nobles gathered around Viscount Salk and Sir Ensberg and returned to the castle.
There, the servants have already prepared everything.
A huge rectangular dining table has been placed accurately in the center of the hall.
On the snow-white dining table, sparkling silver candlesticks are arranged in a straight line, and white candles that continuously exude the fresh fragrance of beeswax have been lit. Bouquets made of fresh flowers are carefully decorated on the dining table.
Every corner, while the precious porcelain disc reflects gentle colors in the candlelight.
When they saw the master and guests returning one after another, the well-trained servants immediately came forward and respectfully led the distinguished guests to their respective seats.
Moriarty's seat was arranged on the left hand side closest to Viscount Salk's seat, which naturally matched the status of the Ensberg family. As for the right hand side of the seat, there was the seat of the Salk Pearl.
The left-hand seat of Moriarty originally belonged to Sir Luo Yanta. However, Fox, who had just completed a "hard" horse race, claimed that he was unwell and had already said goodbye to his owner and left Windsor Castle early.
For Sir Luo Yanta's departure, everyone expressed their understanding and condolences. After all, staying here would only make him feel humiliated and helpless. After sending their blessings and concerns, Fox and his entourage went there
The nobles watched and disappeared into the darkening night.
Now, sitting next to Moriarty instead of Sir Luo Yanta is Lord Helin.
This sixty-year-old old aristocrat has always enjoyed a reputation as a scholar in Kent. He is a leading master in many fields such as literature, aristocratic etiquette, and heraldry. Moreover, because of the common artistic hobby, he has always been
The relationship between the Herrin family and the Ensberg family is quite good.
It can be seen that Viscount Salk's new arrangement obviously takes care of Moriarty's situation, and also hopes that no unpleasant surprises will happen during the subsequent dinner.
"Lord Helin, I heard from my father that you are about to publish a masterpiece about noble heraldry. I am very much looking forward to it and can't wait to read it." Wipe it off with a warm hand towel.
After getting rid of the sweat on his face and hands, Moriarty turned to the old Lord and said respectfully.
"Haha, when it comes to this book, Philip can also be said to be one of the authors. If it weren't for the ancient noble documents that the Baron spent so much effort to retrieve from all over the kingdom, I wouldn't be able to actually write it." The old Lord and Ensbo
Baron Gerard looked very familiar, and he looked at Moriarty more like he was looking at a close disciple.
"Indeed. And my father once said that the best destination for those precious documents and materials is that they can be included in your study and become part of new works instead of being moldy and infested with insects in the hands of illiterate nouveau riche." Murray
Arti could naturally feel the kindness of the other party and smiled.
"Lord Helen, Sir Ensberg, what are you talking about? It seems very interesting." At this time, Mathil, who had changed into a white gauze skirt, also came to the seat opposite and sat down, laughing.
He said to the two of them thoughtfully.
"Haha, I'm afraid you won't be interested in what we are talking about, Mathil." Lord Helin smiled kindly.
"Are they those heraldry and etiquette that are so complicated and troublesome again? Oh, please don't embarrass me." As a noble, basic etiquette and heraldry are compulsory courses, but I will like it from the bottom of my heart.
I'm afraid there are only a handful of people who have these things. Immediately, the astute Salk Pearl acted like a baby.
"Perhaps, Mathil, you can ask Moriarty for some advice on magic. I think that is the really interesting thing." The Lord naturally knew that the girl's thoughts were not with him, so he naturally followed suit.
"Is that okay? Sir Ensberg?" the girl winked at Moriarty and asked.
"Of course, Miss Salk. Just call me Moriarty." Moriarty smiled and nodded, secretly praising the girl for her appearance and demeanor. She was almost an impeccable aristocratic lady.
"Okay. But Moriarty, please call me Mathil. Otherwise, I will still call you Sir as a 'revenge'."
"It's my pleasure, Mathilde."
"Moriarty, did you really use magic during the horse racing?" Finally, the girl asked the question in her heart. Lord Helene on the side also showed considerable concern.
"Yes, it's a first-level spell." This isn't a big secret, and Moriarty doesn't need to hide it.
"What kind of magic is it?" the girl asked.
"That spell is called 'Breath of Wind'. It is a magic that can help reduce weight and increase movement speed." Moriarty further explained
"Oh my God, how amazing this is!"
"Loose weight and speed up, well, no wonder the Hanover horse lost."
After hearing Moriarty's words, the girl and the old lord were surprised and sighed.
