Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Master Arthurs, Baz has been locked out by you for three days."

“Does it know it’s wrong?”

"No, Baz is playing hide-and-seek with Master Moshe and having a great time."

Then there was a loud "bang" and the entire desk was overturned to the ground by an invisible airflow. Books and papers were scattered everywhere, mixed together and difficult to distinguish.

The metal ring rubbed against the hanging rod quickly, making a sharp and piercing sound. The glossy curtains stayed in the air for a moment before slowly falling down, blocking the dazzling sunlight.

"Huh...huh..."

Arthurs' originally smooth golden hair became messy at this moment. From his slightly trembling body and clenched fists, it can be seen that he is in a very bad mood.

He doesn't want to lose his temper or cause trouble to others.

But recently, for some reason, it seems like something is constantly stirring in the magic spring, and the magic power occasionally overflows, making the pressure difficult to control.

After seeing the special treatment that brother Fron and Yufei showed to Moshe, the disordered emotions in his heart burst out directly, and the powerful aura surged and vibrated, which caused the current scene.

After a moment of silence, Arthurs took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

After repeating this process three times, his heartbeat became slightly more stable and his head was no longer hot.

So he turned around and said to the waiter calmly: "Sorry, please clean it up."

The waiter bowed slightly, "Yes."

This man, who had been sent to serve Arthurs many times and had similar experiences, seemed calm and composed as he cleaned up the mess in the room.

In his opinion, Master Arthurs was just a ten-year-old boy. It was normal for him to be emotionally unstable, impulsive, and easily influenced by others.

As the maids discussed privately, Master Arthurs had many other advantages, didn't he?

For example, he looks as cute as an angel, he will lend a helping hand to people in trouble, and although he has a talent that is one in a million, he is not arrogant or impatient, and works hard to become an excellent knight.

Look, how considerate he is. He even made room for me to clean!

Arthurs had no idea what was going on in the waiter's mind. He slowly moved to the wall, raised his hand to tidy up his hair, and planned to find something to do to relieve his boredom.

His eyes scanned the room and landed on the off-white wall.

In the middle of the wall was a pair of wide hooks, on top of which was placed his jet-black lance.

Let’s go to the martial arts training ground.

Thinking of this, Arthur walked over, grasped the gun handle, turned his wrist slightly, and the lance stood in front of him very easily.

On the way to the training ground, he looked to both sides from time to time, trying to find the white figure that made him love and hate.

But Fort McIntosh was too big, with many open spaces suitable for games. Finally, he listened to the greetings from the reserve knights and entered the exclusive "gunmanship training room".

The training room is not large and does not have much equipment.

The blue-gray walls were covered with mottled marks, and there were several places where the paint had fallen off, revealing the neatly arranged red bricks inside.

The ground under your feet is standard sand, with a high sand content and coarse particles. You can hear the sound of gravel rolling when your soles of shoes gently rub against it.

A row of brown sandbags were hung in the air, their surface rough and abnormally full, as if they would explode at any time. Several metal dummies stood by the wall, their bodies riddled with holes, looking extremely pitiful.

It is hard to imagine that this is the exclusive training room prepared by the famous family of the Rekton Kingdom - the McIntosh family for their direct descendants.

With blond hair, blue eyes and wearing clean training clothes, Arthurs seemed like a person from another dimension.

He held the lance in front of him, closed his eyes, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

A milky white aura quietly emerged from his body, transformed into thin strands of thread, flowed along his arms, and then wrapped around the shaft of the lance.

Like a thin layer of gauze, it creates a concealing effect while cleverly revealing the luster of the weapon from the holes, making the lance look even sharper and more powerful.

At this moment, Arthurs suddenly opened his eyes, and the strong aura around him spread out.

The fluid in the air shook violently and was forced to gather in the corners.

Then the sandbag began to shake, with greater and greater amplitude and force.

The reinforced hanger creaked under the heavy weight, but still stubbornly refused to fall.

Arthurs' eyes were bright. He took a steady step forward, then thrust forward while gripping the lance tightly.

The tip of the gun circled around the edge of the swinging sandbag, always maintaining a distance of half a millimeter.

With such accuracy, even the active knights of the Royal Knights would sincerely praise him: a young genius with a promising future.

When did it all start? Moshe's presence in Fort McIntosh became increasingly prominent.

Arthurs took another step forward and quickly shifted his center of gravity to avoid the sandbag.

Even if you lose your memory, your way of thinking and personality will not change easily. I have said something like this to Yufei many times, why can't she listen?

Arthurs dodged a whole row of sandbags perfectly and successfully reached the other end of the training room. Then he took a stabbing stance, released a powerful aura, and the lance flew towards the metal dummy at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

What's so good about that guy Mo Xie?

A quarter of the gun barrel penetrated the dummy's heart, with countless cracks spreading outward from the impact point.

And Brother Frohn. Why is he always looking at Moshe? Is there a world-class academic paper on his face?

Arthurs drew out his lance expressionlessly, and the upper body of the dummy immediately broke into three pieces and fell heavily into the sand.

He returned to the starting point, slowly turned his wrist, controlled the tip of the gun, and tried to change the path.

But this time it wasn't so smooth.

Because he changed his path, he failed to control the rhythm of his movements and was hit by the heavy sandbags twice in a row, causing his body to fall to the side.

Why? !

He repeated it several times, with the same result.

"call……"

The pressure in the training room disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the fluid crowded in the corner was finally able to float freely.

Yes, at only ten years old, Arthurs has already reached a bottleneck period.

Every mature spear knight will encounter this extremely difficult challenge - creating a spear technique that suits him.

Only in this way can one open the path to advancement and become a Lancer who leads the latter and surpasses the former.

But how to do it...

Is it my only choice to give up? But this is the only weapon I have chosen.

Arthur raised his arms and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his white sleeves.

He placed his lance on the weapon rack, slowly stood up and walked towards the door, intending to go outside to get some fresh air.

——Squeak.

Arthur lowered his eyes and just took a step forward, but when he felt a familiar breath, he suddenly looked up and met a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"Um... good afternoon?"

After a moment of silence, he said in a muffled voice: "...Aren't you playing hide-and-seek with Buzz?"

Mo Xie smiled and said, "Well, we're done playing, now it's time to rest."

Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?

The frustration of repeated failures in studying gunmanship had not yet faded away. Arthurs raised his head slightly and looked at Mo Xie. He was so angry that he laughed.

I was considering whether I should just take action and bury this nasty guy under the sand.