Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Mo Xie, who had been missing for a long time and did not return to the dormitory until the evening, received a somewhat resentful look from his curly-haired roommate.

Mo Xie smiled and explained, "I went to help Associate Professor Clapham. I'm sorry for not telling you in advance."

Hearing this, the little curly-haired roommate's eyes lit up instantly, and he leapt to the bedside, "Associate Professor Clapham?! He actually asked students for help?"

This is not a secret and there is no need to hide it from your friends.

Mo Xie nodded, "Well, I go there once a week to organize and translate some information."

"It must be that your hidden talent in Chinese has been discovered! You are truly amazing, Mo Xie!" Dalio couldn't help but clapping his hands, as if he himself was chosen.

Then, as usual, they will share some snacks and talk about their experiences today.

After all, Dalio majored in special effects potion preparation and minored in Chinese language. Only a small part of their total course schedules overlapped, and it was impossible for them to be inseparable all the time, which led to many information biases.

Just after eating a piece of jerky, Dalio seemed to suddenly think of something and asked curiously: "The Holy Spirit Celebration is about to begin, are you ready?"

"Not yet... yet." Mo Xie answered hesitantly.

In fact, he didn't even know he was eligible to sign up, and no one had told him about it.

He had browsed through books related to the Holy Spirit Celebration in the small library. All of them were covered with exquisite covers, and black circular characters densely covered the pages as thick as a fist. From this, it can be seen how much importance the authors of the books and the people of Rekton attach to the Holy Spirit Celebration.

The Holy Spirit Festival commemorates the first coming of God after the creation of the world and is a festival that has lasted for hundreds of years.

The celebration is divided into three parts: parade, memorial ceremony and autumn harvest night market.

The parade participants were selected from various knight orders, and they jointly performed a set of movements that combined strength and beauty for the citizens of Renekton to enjoy. This also set a fiery tone for the subsequent memorial ceremony, and increased the enthusiasm of the citizens to watch the memorial ceremony.

The memorial ceremony is the most important part of the celebration. In the legend of the Creator God, the stars are the first creations of the Creator God. The sun is the oldest clock, the main light source, and the source of all life on this planet where people live.

People believe in the God of Creation and are grateful for everything He has bestowed upon mankind. Whenever the Holy Spirit Festival arrives, each family will send out their direct descendants to compete on a specially built wide stone platform.

The purpose is to fully display one's thoughts, learning and feelings to the Creator God, just like a child who has achieved excellent results in college and can't wait to tell his parents the results of the evaluation.

At first glance it sounds very similar to the martial arts exam of the Royal Academy of Renekton, but the history of the memorial ceremony is much longer and the requirements for participants are more stringent.

Participants must be direct descendants of the nobility, between the ages of ten and fifteen, have good physical fitness, and master certain combat skills.

There is also a special requirement, that is, the words and deeds of the participants must have a positive impact on the public.

When Mo Xie saw this special request, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought, trying to understand the way of thinking of people in the other world.

What counts as a positive impact? Why should we have a positive impact on the public?

After thinking for a moment, he came to a conclusion.

Perhaps it was to enhance the prestige of the royal family and the nobility and to establish the image of a more powerful kingdom.

The Autumn Harvest Night Market is the finale of the Holy Spirit Festival and usually lasts three to five days.

Citizens who submit an application to the Wangcheng District Management Department in advance and pass the review can have a place to set up a stall and sell some compliant and legal items.

Both nobles and commoners have the right to sell and trade freely.

However, with only a few booths left, if nobles and commoners submit applications at the same time, it is hard to say who will be approved in the end.

The memories ended here. Mo Xie slowly raised his eyes and saw Dalio sitting on the bed with a serious face.

"Your brother, Arthur MacIntosh, will no doubt be there," he said.

"should be."

Moshe recalled his time with Arthurs.

The little blond lion always had an awkward attitude towards him, never hiding his negative emotions, and didn't want to say a word more to him.

Dalio drooped his lips and said with some regret: "Then you may not have a chance... There has never been an example of a family sending two people in the previous Holy Spirit Celebrations."

Mo Xie smiled and handed him a few pieces of preserved fruit. "Arthurs has a rare talent, abundant magic power, and systematic and professional combat skills. It is perfect for him to represent the family."

Dalio took the candied fruit and stuffed it all into his mouth in one breath. His cheeks swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then he chewed like a hamster storing food, uttering vague syllables: "Well...you have to have confidence in yourself."

"After all, you are the one who defeated that arrogant Denton. You even slapped him hard in the face when he cheated, and made your classmates feel relieved."

"Or you can just have a fight with Young Master Arthurs, and the winner will go to participate in the memorial ceremony."

Mo Xie just kept smiling and didn't comment.

He was present when Arthus competed with the knights of the Royal Order.

The young man held a lance and moved quickly across the training ground.

There is enormous power hidden in his small body, and he is also equipped with professional and systematic fighting skills. He is simply not comparable to people like Denton who rely on drug cheats.

"What about you, Dalio?" Moshe asked sincerely.

Okay, now the pressure is on Curly.

"Gudong." This is the sound of preserved fruits mixed with saliva sliding into the esophagus.

Dalio's eyes dodged, and after a moment of silence, he stammered, "I...I won't participate."

It can be seen that he has some concerns that he doesn't want others to know.

"Then let's be the audience together."

Mo Xie's voice was very soft, but unusually powerful, knocking on the closed doors and windows, bringing in the warm spring breeze.

Dalio was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Mo Xie.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised into a big arc, and he responded loudly: "Okay!"

There were classes tomorrow morning, so the two boys washed up carefully, said good night to each other, and lay down on the bed. Their breathing gradually became smooth and even.

The next morning, noisy sounds were heard from downstairs in the dormitory.

Dalio tossed and turned in bed, trying to get some peace and quiet by covering his ears with the quilt.

However, not long after, under the interaction of sleepiness and curiosity, he dragged his heavy steps to the window, frowned and muttered as he looked down.

"No, what happened? How can we sleep in such a mess?"

"That's... Senior Vivian?"

At this time, Mo Xie had just finished washing up and came out of the bathroom. After hearing the familiar name, he also came to the window.

The crying girl surrounded by students was indeed Vivian.