Ordinary people, even if they are nobles, will have more or less curiosity and awe in their hearts about the mysterious magic.
However, before he could "ask" Moriarty any more interesting facts about magic, Viscount Salk had already walked into the hall under the guidance of the butler.
Without any reminder, everyone present immediately stood up and applauded to welcome the Viscount's arrival.
"Haha, thank you! Please take a seat, everyone!" In response to the nobles standing up to greet them, the Viscount nodded and saluted with a smile on his face, then quickly came to his seat and said loudly.
Then, under the arrangement of the butler, the servants began to shuttle between both sides of the long table in the hall like butterflies among flowers.
Pieces of steaming, fragrant delicacies were carefully placed in front of the guests in a pre-arranged order.
Tender and juicy grilled lamb chops, mushroom sauce carefully seasoned with butter and fried onions, rich pan-fried beef, whole chicken cooked to perfection, snow-white washed bread, refreshing celery and lettuce soup... Of course
, and the indispensable Salk family specialty, Garcia Manor wine. Every guest’s vision is occupied by numerous delicacies.
"Thank you once again for coming to Windsor Castle. Come and have a drink together!" As a noble knight, the noble Viscount did not seem to like those red tapes. At the beginning of the banquet, he raised a silver cup filled with crimson wine juice.
"Your Majesty the Viscount, I wish you a happy birthday!" At this time, Moriarty, who was standing next to the old man, raised his wine glass high in response and shouted loudly at the same time.
"Happy birthday!" Immediately, other nobles also shouted in unison.
"Haha, thank you! Cheers!"
Almost everyone drank the wine in their hands in one gulp. Then they all sat back in their seats and began to enjoy the food in front of them.
Speaking of which, although there are various complicated rules and regulations in the aristocratic etiquette of Erathia, some of which are even quite weird and annoying, the nobles of the kingdom do not reject or object to the conversation and laughter during the banquet.
.Perhaps, this habit can be traced back to the first king Griffin Hart. It is said that one of this king's hobbies was to talk about military affairs and government affairs with his subordinates and nobles while eating.
Therefore, after the banquet officially started, the grand banquet hall of Windsor Castle was filled with the aroma of delicious food and the endless chatter and laughter.
"Haha, Mattie, have you prepared a new home for your 'foal'?" The old man swallowed a large piece of beef in one gulp, drank half a glass of wine, and then looked at his daughter with a red face and said.
"Yes, father."
In comparison, Mathil's dining posture seemed noble and elegant. Holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, she gently and silently cut off the lamb chops, which were only about the size of a fingernail, from the plate, and then carefully put them in
In greased red lips.
"However, according to Theodore, my Hanover seems to have suffered some minor injuries, and there are several stab wounds on its abdomen. But God bless it, those are all minor injuries." As she said this, Ma
Till put down the tableware in his hands and wiped the corners of his mouth delicately with a white silk scarf.
"I guess it was caused by Fox's spurs." The Viscount thought for a moment, then turned to Moriarty and smiled: "It seems that Sir Luo Yanta has tried his best in Marseille just now."
"I hope it (he) can recover as soon as possible." Moriarty put down his wine glass and looked at the old man and said.
"Haha, you!"
Moriarty's wish could be understood as both Hanover's recovery and Fox's recovery, who claimed to be unwell and left midway. Viscount Salk couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
Mathil and Lord Helin on the other side also showed a knowing smile.
And when they saw the harmonious and laughing scene of these banquet protagonists around the main seat, the other nobles around the long table also looked at them with different expressions.
"Mattie, I heard that you repaid Moriarty's bet just now?" After laughing for a while, the viscount looked at his beloved daughter and asked.
"Yes." Mathil nodded and glanced at Moriarty with a smile: "Moriarty's victory not only brought me a precious Hanover horse, but also a bonus of five hundred gold coins."
At that time, Mathil's bet was only one hundred gold coins. But because he made the right bet, he instantly received a high return of 500%. And the noble youths who followed the Salk Pearl and placed their bets also
They all unexpectedly made a fortune. Because of this incident, the hostility of the noble youths towards Moriarty also began to weaken unconsciously. After all, no noble would exclude a noble who could bring benefits to himself.
"Then Mattie, you have to thank Moriarty." The old man chuckled.
Moriarty discovered that if it was not in a formal occasion, Viscount Salk did not seem so rigid and strict, but rather liked to make harmless little jokes.
"Well, let me think about it." Mathil pretended to hesitate and thought sadly.
On the opposite side, Moriarty also showed a very cooperative look of anticipation.
"Moriarty, in order to thank you for the good luck you have brought me today, I allow you to invite me to dance the first dance tonight." After a proper pause, Mathil finally said softly.
"Oh, the first dance of the Pearl of Salk!" Moriarty immediately whispered just right. It not only made the girl feel her joy, but the voice was not too loud to avoid being heard by other aspirants and causing disputes.
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"Not bad, not bad." Looking at Moriarty and Mathil, Viscount Salk nodded repeatedly with great satisfaction.
About an hour later, the dinner ended.
The nobles who had eaten and drunk got up one after another and went for a walk in the garden behind the Viscount's residence. The servants filed into the hall, collected the leftovers, and removed the tableware, chairs and long tables. Because after a while, the grand ceremony
The Ball at Windsor Castle will be held here.
Because they had to change their evening gowns, all the noble ladies and young ladies temporarily left the scene. Only the gentlemen were left walking in groups or alone along the quiet garden paths.
"Hello, Sir Ensberg, I am Freeman."
"Hello, Lord Freeman, nice to meet you."
"Hello, Sir Ensberg, I am Pizza from the Gratchet family. Your game is truly exciting."
"Hello, Mr. Pizza. Thank you for your compliment."
"Hello, Sir Ensberg..."
Different from the "attention ceremony" Moriarty received when he first arrived at Windsor Castle in the afternoon, just a few hours later, most of the nobles in Kent had begun to re-accept this aristocratic boy with a "disreputable reputation". As for the nobles' continuous advancement,
Moriarty was very polite and courteous when he came to greet and show his goodwill. Even if the other person was just the second son of a certain knight family, or a knight or scholar who was still seeking a title in the upper class of society.
Another hour passed, and melodious music gradually began to be heard in the hall of the distant official residence. It seemed that the band was already in place.
So, the noble gentlemen slowly put away their talk and returned to the hall.
At this time, the ladies and young ladies also put on their most elegant and luxurious dresses and came to the hall.
For a time, the dazzling jewelry and charming faces turned this place into a sea of beauty.
According to the previous agreement, Moriarty slowly walked up to Mathil, who was wearing a purple silk dress, and bowed.
"Beautiful Miss Salk, please allow me to invite you to dance." With that, Moriarty stretched out his arm.
"Okay, Sir Ensberg, I accept your invitation." Mathil smiled and handed the soft pancreas wearing exquisite lace gloves to the other party's hand.
Then, the two of them stepped onto the dance floor amidst the gradually rising waltz.
Seeing Moriarty gently hugging the Pearl of Salk and starting to dance in the middle of the dance floor, the noble boys who admired the girl felt jealous, but they were helpless.
After all, Sir Ensborg not only won a wonderful horse race with his magical magic, but also transferred the Hanover as a trophy to Mathil, and also gave it to everyone present.
The bettors who supported him brought huge bonuses. Therefore, it is not that no one wanted to jump out and ask for a dance at the Salk Pearl at the first time, but the problem was that except for Moriarty, no one else had such confidence at all.
and dignity. To put it more bluntly, Moriarty's aura today is so strong that no one can compete with him.
Therefore, although their hearts were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, the young men could only stay by the dance floor and started fighting openly and secretly over how to become Mathilde's second dance partner.
On the contrary, other noble ladies in the hall were eager to try.
Although due to age, Moriarty's figure has not yet fully developed, and he does not have the mature aura of an adult man, his deep eyes, noble status, profound background, and powerful strength are still as firmly attractive as a flame.
The aristocratic girls who looked like moths. Perhaps, they have long forgotten how they used to make fun of this "Oedipus" little boy in private.
As if he had received some kind of hint, the first piece of the dance was surprisingly long.
It wasn't until Mathil gasped slightly that the last set of tail notes of the dance music slowly fell amidst the deep "singing" of the cello.
"Papa..." Amid the warm applause of the nobles, Moriarty and Mathil finished the song, holding hands and bowing to everyone.
"You dance very well, Moriarty." She slowly calmed down her breathing and said to Moriarty with a smile.
"Haha, it was almost you, Mathil, who was leading me just now. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been booed off the dance floor." Moriarty also smiled and said sincerely.
Due to his personality, the original Moriarty seemed completely uninterested in dancing, socializing and other matters.
Finally, the dance steps for two people in this new world are similar to those on Earth. Therefore, under the guidance of Mathil, Moriarty can still dance in a decent manner. Moreover, as the dance progresses, he becomes more proficient and becomes more comfortable.
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However, the two exchanged only a few words after the song before they were separated by the boys and girls who swarmed around them.
Then, the band played a new song again, and the pairs of dance partners also laughed and started their own dances.
On one side of the dance floor, Viscount Salk was surrounded by a group of lords and knights, talking and laughing loudly. And tonight, most of the topics seemed to be inseparable from the "about to be born" racecourse. The Viscount heard a lot about this
, but said very little. But the more this happened, the enthusiasm and desire of the representatives of each family became higher and higher.
