Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Large in size, silver-white in color, with golden almond eyes, blue patterns, and moves in groups...

After listening to Moshe's description, Arthurs recalled every detail of his time with Baz and found that there was indeed something unusual.

When facing the adult giant black wolf, blue electric horse and swift bird, Buzz, who was still a small fur ball, showed no fear. Instead, these big guys didn't dare to look at Buzz, but lowered their heads deeply, trembling all over, with a look of fear and terror.

Moreover, compared to other canine monsters, Baz's body developed much faster. At only ten months old, he had already grown into the physique of an average adult. At the same time, his appetite increased dramatically, and he could eat about 15 kilograms of meat at each meal.

Finally, and most importantly, Baz has the habit of wandering at night. In the dark and quiet environment, he will restrain his innocent and lively state as a cub, stare at the moon with his eyes solemnly, raise his neck high, and let out a long howl.

It seemed like he was calling his companions, or like he was intimidating something.

Considering these points together, there is a high probability that Baz is indeed a Frostmoon Wolf.

Why didn't I notice this before?

Arthurs couldn't help but clench his fists.

I said that Baz was my friend, but after spending so much time with him, I still didn't even know his true identity.

All I could think about was myself, how to create a new spear technique, how to become a knight who surpassed my father...

Arthur MacIntosh, you actually doubted other people's kindness just now. You are such a selfish and arrogant person!

No wonder Brother Frohn and Yuffie have such an attitude.

Moshe looked at Arthurs's complicated expression and said casually, "The Frost Moon Wolf is huge and swift. If it weren't for its small number and arrogant temperament, it would have been tamed as a mount by now."

Hmm? Mount?

Arthurs was stunned for a moment, and his clasped fingers unconsciously loosened, leaving a row of marks on his palms.

yes……

If Baz was indeed a Frostmoon Wolf, then he would be large enough to be a mount when he reached adulthood.

Moreover, it has been by my side since it was a child and is familiar with my smell and habits. It does not need to be tamed at all and only needs professional training.

Doesn't this mean... I can fight with Buzz in the future?

The beast awakened under the dark sky and bright moon, transformed into a white lightning, freely shuttling among the enemies.

The knights representing the McIntosh family were wearing armor and holding lances, and combined with white lightning to launch a powerful combination attack. Just imagining that scene made people's blood boil and excited.

Arthurs's frown slowly relaxed, and his deep blue eyes looked towards Moshe.

Without Moshe McIntosh, I would have probably not known Buzz's true race until much later.

If we start mount training at that time, we will definitely fall far behind other families, which will be a huge loss for both me and my family.

After thinking for a moment, the little golden lion decisively straightened his posture and said in a sincere yet awkward tone: "Thank you for telling me this."

The spiritual tradition of the McIntosh family is loyalty, bravery, and revenge. No matter how much he hates Moshe, it cannot change the fact that he was helped by Moshe.

Mo Xie smiled and said, "You're welcome. This is what I should do."

Although this child likes to dwell on trivial matters and has a bit of a bad temper, he can distinguish right from wrong, and will treat people he hates with the most fair attitude.

Good, really good. The former Liberation Alliance military chief's love for talent was revived.

Here we go again, this strange attitude, Arthurs muttered to himself.

If I don't give something in return, I feel like I won't be able to sleep tonight.

So he slowly said, "Do you... need my help with anything?"

If it is something within my ability, I will help him out of reluctance, he thought.

Mo Xie stared at him and did not answer directly, but asked: "Are you going to participate in this year's memorial ceremony?"

Arthur frowned slightly, "Of course, what's wrong?" A hint of doubt suddenly arose in his heart.

Moshe asked again: "So, do you practice your spearmanship and physical skills by yourself, or with the knights?"

"Myself." Arthurs's doubts grew stronger and stronger.

Mo Xie smiled slightly when he heard this, and continued in a guiding tone: "During the practice, have you encountered any difficulties that you haven't solved yet?"

"how do you know?"

Arthurs opened his eyes slightly and suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he was being deeply analyzed.

Is he following me?

No, that's impossible. If he were anywhere near me, I would definitely find out.

Does he also want to participate in the memorial ceremony?

With his strength? Obviously it is unrealistic.

So who is he...

Arthurs' mind was in a mess and he stared blankly at the person in front of him.

However, the man's next words made all his doubts vanish in an instant.

"So would you mind having an extra sparring partner?"

Moshe bent slightly, almost to the same height as Arthurs. His light brown eyes were clear and bright, reflecting the azure ocean.

What? Arthurs suspected he was hallucinating.

"You should be curious, right? What moves did the reserve knights talk about?"

That's right.

“This just happened to be an opportunity.”

indeed.

"I still have three days off. When I return to the academy, you can still practice on your own."

I have to admit that this makes sense. I heard that he defeated Denton Gunther in the martial arts exam semi-finals, a weird guy with a bad temper, bad personality, who likes to exercise his muscles and can only cast low-level magic.

Seeing that Arthurs' serious expression had relaxed, Moshe smiled and stretched out his left hand to him, "Please give me your guidance."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Arthurs' gaze fell on the upturned corners of his mouth, and then slowly shifted to the white hand.

This doesn't give me any chance to refuse.

He shook Mo Xie's hand with some difficulty, "Please...give me more advice." His voice became lower and lower.

But...is Moshe a left-handed person? he wondered.

The rare harmonious communication between the two brothers ended like this, and then they spent the long night with their own thoughts.

The next morning, when Arthurs arrived at the training ground, a group of people had already gathered inside.

"Master Moshe! I heard that you want to be Master Arthurs's sparring partner?"

"Are you using a sword or a pen? In fact, we all want to see a fountain pen that can emit magical light blades. That must be very interesting!"

"By the way! Will you show us some new moves? Can we watch?"

Moshe, who was surrounded by the reserve knights, poked his head out. After seeing the familiar golden color, he smiled and said, "You should ask Arthurs about this."

"Master Arthurs..."

The sight of these burly men waving their arms and making pleading and longing expressions was simply unbearable to watch.

"You can watch from the side, but please don't disturb us." Arthurs said helplessly.

"Great!"